<?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-5996546652915136085</id><updated>2012-02-02T22:00:02.042-08:00</updated><category term='m'/><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-2038456487275696859</id><published>2012-02-02T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:00:02.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Reminder..</title><content type='html'>Life is crazy. Work gets overwhelming. Kids school, and homework, house work. Ya know, Life is crazy. I LOVE this man in my life President Monson. I am very blessed to have the church in my life and to be reminded whats most important in my life. The Gospel for one and my little ones. So for all of you out there that life is crazy for you too, maybe this little reminder can help you out too. I loved this from him:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/ctpolitics/upload/2009/07/ThomasMonson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 284px;" src="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/ctpolitics/upload/2009/07/ThomasMonson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Give your child a compliment and a hug; say, ‘I love you’ more; always  express your thanks. Never let a problem to be solved become more  important than a person to be loved. Friends move away, children grow  up, loved ones pass on. It’s so easy to take others for granted, until  that day when they’re gone from our lives and we are left with feelings  of ‘what if’ and ‘if only.’ …  “Let us relish life as we live it, find joy in the journey and share our  love with friends and family. One day, each of us will run out of  tomorrows. Let us not put off what is most important.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-2038456487275696859?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/2038456487275696859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=2038456487275696859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/2038456487275696859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/2038456487275696859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2012/02/little-reminder.html' title='A little Reminder..'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-5806069756738578163</id><published>2012-01-29T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:01:36.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken nose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmpEgsq_MDo/TyXVX4MvZcI/AAAAAAAADqk/a9KOC1ULtuo/s1600/broken%2Bnose%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmpEgsq_MDo/TyXVX4MvZcI/AAAAAAAADqk/a9KOC1ULtuo/s400/broken%2Bnose%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703199109334132162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little man did a flip over a truck at kids club and landed flat on his face. And his nose bled FOREVER! He was so brave and hardly even cried! This is not the case usually. But I think he was putting on his Brave face because his friends were there and was really embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXsRhGA-vzg/TyXVL8RF0XI/AAAAAAAADqY/HaLznWUDSa4/s1600/broken%2Bnose%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXsRhGA-vzg/TyXVL8RF0XI/AAAAAAAADqY/HaLznWUDSa4/s400/broken%2Bnose%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703198904267690354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He still had a smile to put on. He told his teacher at school that he got in a fight with a ninja turtle. ha ha. I dont blame him. It sounds cooler right?! I hate that we cant do much for him right now. And that you just have to wait it out for a broken nose. Poor kid. And it looks worse now which is weird because the swelling is going down but the road rash and the cuts are trying to heal and they look just horrible. He plays on a basketball team every Sat. too and he got hit in the nose. Oh man, that was rough...and so painful to watch. Its going to be a tender here for a little bit. Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-5806069756738578163?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/5806069756738578163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=5806069756738578163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5806069756738578163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5806069756738578163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2012/01/broken-nose.html' title='Broken nose?'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-OmpEgsq_MDo/TyXVX4MvZcI/AAAAAAAADqk/a9KOC1ULtuo/s72-c/broken%2Bnose%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-5457800087053874070</id><published>2012-01-15T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:17:09.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brielle is Three</title><content type='html'>That right... My BABY is three!:( It is a very sad day, not for her of course. I have no idea where the time has gone! It hurts my heart a tad bit to think she is this old. She has been SOO much fun. I absolutely LOVE having a girl. Everyone warned us that a girl would be a lot of drama and guess what?! They were right! BUT, I would not change one day or one thing about her. I love everything about Miss Brielle. She is full of Sass, spunk, attitude, personality, and SO much Love. We sent her invites out to the family. . She has been waiting kinda impatiently because her birthday was on Jan. 9th but we didnt get to celebrate it till today the 14th because the poor little thing has been sick. So YEAH for today:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmiQ41KwMmA/TxOu2V3gdxI/AAAAAAAADp0/aCfsPrPhMlc/s1600/brielle%2Bphotos%2B064_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmiQ41KwMmA/TxOu2V3gdxI/AAAAAAAADp0/aCfsPrPhMlc/s400/brielle%2Bphotos%2B064_picnik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698090202159937298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this pic. of her telling me she is three. It takes a LOT of concentration to tell me she is three with her little fingers. First she asked for purple Ice cream, and purple pop and orange cupcakes. Then last min. she changed her mind to a "fuzzy" birthday party (aka zebra party).  SO we had it set on the Zebra party and she was super excited. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sfydfv2TErI/TxOug2kpvWI/AAAAAAAADpc/Cgqwh-YqFhU/s1600/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sfydfv2TErI/TxOug2kpvWI/AAAAAAAADpc/Cgqwh-YqFhU/s400/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698089832982101346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VCqx8lU1Ew4/TxOyO7IbboI/AAAAAAAADqM/TYn877Cx0sY/s1600/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VCqx8lU1Ew4/TxOyO7IbboI/AAAAAAAADqM/TYn877Cx0sY/s400/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698093923014766210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auntie Heather got her this pretty skirt. And I "attempted" to make some zebra cupcakes for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dyn7htH-5Mw/TxOtxTMGkmI/AAAAAAAADpE/l5ZrER5AfEI/s1600/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dyn7htH-5Mw/TxOtxTMGkmI/AAAAAAAADpE/l5ZrER5AfEI/s400/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698089016030040674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAoNPUOpfx0/TxOtcE7YGpI/AAAAAAAADo4/3GkOCv8EiFI/s1600/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAoNPUOpfx0/TxOtcE7YGpI/AAAAAAAADo4/3GkOCv8EiFI/s400/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698088651424537234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wanted a picture with our little miss Sass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9kmUPS5lAE/TxOtGTJEJ0I/AAAAAAAADos/44rHGWkD3F0/s1600/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9kmUPS5lAE/TxOtGTJEJ0I/AAAAAAAADos/44rHGWkD3F0/s400/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698088277282924354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She ONLY cooperated if she could get a picture with Zellie... doesn't she look like the happiest little girl on earth with her puppy. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nmfps-x7g0Y/TxOszfnJxuI/AAAAAAAADog/0khZZsc-Hzo/s1600/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nmfps-x7g0Y/TxOszfnJxuI/AAAAAAAADog/0khZZsc-Hzo/s400/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698087954212832994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then will her bro's. She was killing me. I was laughing so hard. She usually hates pictures. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GQvQ1HMpLSk/TxOuNs0MtsI/AAAAAAAADpQ/mYEylLojHzs/s1600/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GQvQ1HMpLSk/TxOuNs0MtsI/AAAAAAAADpQ/mYEylLojHzs/s400/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698089503945438914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was so excited to blow her candles out all day, but when it came down to it with everyone staring at her, she got a little shy and needed a little help from her bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRIjAvP5t1k/TxOsgp0UkZI/AAAAAAAADoU/0D6ujZTSUnU/s1600/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRIjAvP5t1k/TxOsgp0UkZI/AAAAAAAADoU/0D6ujZTSUnU/s400/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698087630534906258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally the present time... Every kids favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5ADWnY0vJg/TxOsHKVCwQI/AAAAAAAADoI/_GdnUQ1hoHI/s1600/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5ADWnY0vJg/TxOsHKVCwQI/AAAAAAAADoI/_GdnUQ1hoHI/s400/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698087192585486594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided she is a girly girl through and through because she would throw the toys she got and hold the clothes up and totally check them out. It was super funny. We are used to them throwing the clothes and checkin out the toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVrTI6At2EY/TxOrxk4Cq3I/AAAAAAAADn8/wU36bGtUCLk/s1600/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVrTI6At2EY/TxOrxk4Cq3I/AAAAAAAADn8/wU36bGtUCLk/s400/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698086821754481522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She could not wait for her cousins to come. She LOVES her cousins. She named them all every night the whole week before till the day finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNYQn9zbV70/TxOrbGZAraI/AAAAAAAADnw/oMqnwvDBucI/s1600/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNYQn9zbV70/TxOrbGZAraI/AAAAAAAADnw/oMqnwvDBucI/s400/Brielles%2Bbirthday%2B019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698086435614141858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for celebrating Brielle's Special day with her everyone and making her feel special. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-5457800087053874070?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/5457800087053874070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=5457800087053874070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5457800087053874070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5457800087053874070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-right.html' title='Brielle is Three'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-AmiQ41KwMmA/TxOu2V3gdxI/AAAAAAAADp0/aCfsPrPhMlc/s72-c/brielle%2Bphotos%2B064_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-2887396796035731786</id><published>2012-01-13T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:30:01.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shellac girl time..</title><content type='html'>I love my girl time with Brielle. I love my new Shellac and that I can do it at home, and so does Brielle. She loves to put her feet and hands in the light. She can be so girly. She loves to get her toes and fingers painted, she loves her necklaces and shoes. Yet she still loves to get dirty too with the boys. I guess you could call her a princess Tom boy. Ha ha. It is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VgUpVwI9iEM/TxEPr3TQEsI/AAAAAAAADnM/ZNoji7pU51Q/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VgUpVwI9iEM/TxEPr3TQEsI/AAAAAAAADnM/ZNoji7pU51Q/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697352249853874882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Double bonus..I got some loves during it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZgiXvIhgTo/TxEPSrc0B9I/AAAAAAAADnA/H6upKFyY9Ao/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZgiXvIhgTo/TxEPSrc0B9I/AAAAAAAADnA/H6upKFyY9Ao/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697351817176025042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is her finished toe results as she was coloring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cujMyTWORgo/TxEQWY8rA-I/AAAAAAAADnY/tNSH1eUh-1k/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cujMyTWORgo/TxEQWY8rA-I/AAAAAAAADnY/tNSH1eUh-1k/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697352980440482786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my lovely ladies fingers:) She was very proud. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fztVURmdGUQ/TxERUD9tJ2I/AAAAAAAADnk/X0eKvKikZWQ/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fztVURmdGUQ/TxERUD9tJ2I/AAAAAAAADnk/X0eKvKikZWQ/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697354039959562082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love having our girl moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-2887396796035731786?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/2887396796035731786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=2887396796035731786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/2887396796035731786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/2887396796035731786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2012/01/shellac-girl-time.html' title='Shellac girl time..'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-VgUpVwI9iEM/TxEPr3TQEsI/AAAAAAAADnM/ZNoji7pU51Q/s72-c/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-277146490482485695</id><published>2012-01-05T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T08:44:45.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wonderful Christmas</title><content type='html'>We always have lots of family fun parties! From the $5 dollar gift party, from bingo to the cousin exchange. Whatever it is, its always just lovely to get together with family! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZU1Yucd1Bk/Twci3dIq0zI/AAAAAAAADmo/wyjxslrBuuI/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZU1Yucd1Bk/Twci3dIq0zI/AAAAAAAADmo/wyjxslrBuuI/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694558589942420274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6yAfKw-0K34/TwchzsbgJ2I/AAAAAAAADmc/Wnw3IIHN-7Y/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6yAfKw-0K34/TwchzsbgJ2I/AAAAAAAADmc/Wnw3IIHN-7Y/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694557425816840034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCpLHQ7vkAA/TwchZgaG0JI/AAAAAAAADmQ/qfScIeCDKZU/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCpLHQ7vkAA/TwchZgaG0JI/AAAAAAAADmQ/qfScIeCDKZU/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694556975913160850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi5pQZhPeeg/Twcgy0FI2fI/AAAAAAAADmE/rlEVFrnH2fM/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi5pQZhPeeg/Twcgy0FI2fI/AAAAAAAADmE/rlEVFrnH2fM/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694556311179024882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qMeZ_wkJOU/Twcfy9n-KMI/AAAAAAAADl4/LnSUtt4tNBk/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qMeZ_wkJOU/Twcfy9n-KMI/AAAAAAAADl4/LnSUtt4tNBk/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694555214229416130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6juczZTZG8I/TwZLXzVY9gI/AAAAAAAADls/lHoFyuOAR60/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6juczZTZG8I/TwZLXzVY9gI/AAAAAAAADls/lHoFyuOAR60/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694321651145569794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas Day was just wonderful as always. I think my kids are at great ages. We went to church with my mom, as we do every year for Christmas, to remember the TRUE meaning of Christmas! I feel so blessed to be a part of this Gospel! Dont my kids look lovely:) This pic. was taken after church so they were a tad bit tired at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KpGFHpwSGkM/TwZJuY_muSI/AAAAAAAADlU/GnPPyoB-QxI/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KpGFHpwSGkM/TwZJuY_muSI/AAAAAAAADlU/GnPPyoB-QxI/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694319840188610850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to open a couple gifts from grandma too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CK7eyCjBnYE/TwZJUxe_GZI/AAAAAAAADlI/_fz-tfLq7JE/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CK7eyCjBnYE/TwZJUxe_GZI/AAAAAAAADlI/_fz-tfLq7JE/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694319400086083986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas Morning! Surprise number 1....The puppy. My kids are either really spoiled, or I am super crazy! Or probably both! Meet... Zellie! (or Zell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1Kn_dDm8VY/TwZIech1_1I/AAAAAAAADk8/hje0E6kpRY8/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1Kn_dDm8VY/TwZIech1_1I/AAAAAAAADk8/hje0E6kpRY8/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694318466747989842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle started opening her gifts and once she got her buzz light year and woody... well, she was set! She refused to open anymore. At least for a good two hours that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioKusDLcFrI/TwYgw6l6F1I/AAAAAAAADkk/5zKr4Nx-0iA/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioKusDLcFrI/TwYgw6l6F1I/AAAAAAAADkk/5zKr4Nx-0iA/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694274803590633298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle got spoiled with a new Jeep. She sat in her Jeep all day (literally) until we left for church. We finally talked her into opening the rest of her gifts after about two hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRFWvxkUrDc/TwYgbwYAcYI/AAAAAAAADkY/WF_5_hlCm0s/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRFWvxkUrDc/TwYgbwYAcYI/AAAAAAAADkY/WF_5_hlCm0s/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694274440070721922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surprise Number 2... DSI... (again) Dax got one last year too. But throughout the year his got dropped in the tub. So it was kinda a redo. But he was THRILLED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5dHnYqy5nrc/TwYgJDzakNI/AAAAAAAADkM/niDrcOfVTgk/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5dHnYqy5nrc/TwYgJDzakNI/AAAAAAAADkM/niDrcOfVTgk/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694274118868439250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so was Corban. He got his first DSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mC39K_xqhDg/TwYf71ZdjcI/AAAAAAAADkA/viLKVGVY3uQ/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mC39K_xqhDg/TwYf71ZdjcI/AAAAAAAADkA/viLKVGVY3uQ/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694273891663187394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Poor dog will be loved and loved a little too much I am sure. I was not sure about getting a puppy. Dax asked for one and Corban begged for one. He said "mom, can Santa bring me a puppy?" I said "No, I dont think that Santa brings puppies on his sleigh". About a half hour later I heard him in the next room talking to Steve asking the same thing. But Steve's response was "He sure dose, he just puts them in a cage and lets them sit right next to him!" Holy crap he totally sold me out. I think Steve secretly wanted a puppy too. Lol. So we got the fam a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm6LIm7tN_A/TwZKouL3RxI/AAAAAAAADlg/jX2nQrq453I/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm6LIm7tN_A/TwZKouL3RxI/AAAAAAAADlg/jX2nQrq453I/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694320842309584658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They sure look happy though, dont they. We went to Grandma's house the day after Christmas to hang out and not even 45 min. later the kids wanted to go home and play with the puppy. When normally they cry when we leave grandma's. SO I think this puppy will have a good home. Right now it is worse than having a new born baby. But I think it will get better (so I am told). But when I see how happy she makes my kids, its a little easier to push all that aside. Wish us luck, we are going to need it:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-277146490482485695?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/277146490482485695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=277146490482485695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/277146490482485695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/277146490482485695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-wonderful-christmas.html' title='Our Wonderful Christmas'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-PZU1Yucd1Bk/Twci3dIq0zI/AAAAAAAADmo/wyjxslrBuuI/s72-c/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-7096532415945312104</id><published>2011-12-29T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:46:48.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Pj's and Goodbye's To Jamie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CA4vGPMjaD8/TwCalCTCZoI/AAAAAAAADj0/2uO3i4Sre0A/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CA4vGPMjaD8/TwCalCTCZoI/AAAAAAAADj0/2uO3i4Sre0A/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692719890058864258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night before Christmas! We had everything all set out in the piles for each kid. Thats how my mom did it, and we have stuck with that tradition as well. Good thing Santa knows where to find each pile as well. This year I didnt get to really get into the Christmas spirit. I listened to Christmas music since the Day after Halloween (yep, that early) and we hit the Salt Lake Lights, (those pic. are on my moms camera I still need to get them). And I shopped till I dropped. We made the Nativity out of Gingerbread even. BUT there was no snow for Christmas. And it was just too weird without that for me. And it all just FLEW by so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ-nAepiPPk/Tv0rj7h1LRI/AAAAAAAADjQ/V3j7NoEpwoc/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ-nAepiPPk/Tv0rj7h1LRI/AAAAAAAADjQ/V3j7NoEpwoc/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691753400341179666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZyoaPGcc68/Tv0rXLceDlI/AAAAAAAADjE/19pfPceDtmQ/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZyoaPGcc68/Tv0rXLceDlI/AAAAAAAADjE/19pfPceDtmQ/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691753181275360850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLy7bq6586U/Tv0rJIV6XsI/AAAAAAAADi4/bgwfR2mLN0o/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLy7bq6586U/Tv0rJIV6XsI/AAAAAAAADi4/bgwfR2mLN0o/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691752939924381378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZn2cQ6JVSA/Tv0q7XlQtXI/AAAAAAAADis/Ltt3B2I7WBw/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZn2cQ6JVSA/Tv0q7XlQtXI/AAAAAAAADis/Ltt3B2I7WBw/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691752703497123186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas Eve Pj's of course. Here is Brielle Sporting her new "tinkerbell" Pajamas. She was Very pleased with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUsKeHx-Q0U/Tv0quOF6SuI/AAAAAAAADig/u8_mUpId5VI/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUsKeHx-Q0U/Tv0quOF6SuI/AAAAAAAADig/u8_mUpId5VI/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691752477611412194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The boys PJ's. Batman is at the top of their list of super hero's still. So I went for it. They were excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWx_QC8CouU/Tv0qd_GgcsI/AAAAAAAADiU/e7Il-3_txS4/s1600/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWx_QC8CouU/Tv0qd_GgcsI/AAAAAAAADiU/e7Il-3_txS4/s400/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691752198709473986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And our final goodbyes to Jamie our Elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I5S5jPuHHc0/Tvzk05qU4MI/AAAAAAAADh8/x_ji0sMDKTo/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I5S5jPuHHc0/Tvzk05qU4MI/AAAAAAAADh8/x_ji0sMDKTo/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691675626572144834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got a little naughty or maybe just homesick her last couple days here without the snow. Because she made some snow angles in our Flour the night before. The kids just love having her each year!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34QmKahGCIA/TwCZAHzDuwI/AAAAAAAADjo/Qp74YGiX3_Y/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34QmKahGCIA/TwCZAHzDuwI/AAAAAAAADjo/Qp74YGiX3_Y/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692718156368558850" 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/5996546652915136085-7096532415945312104?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/7096532415945312104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=7096532415945312104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7096532415945312104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7096532415945312104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-pjs-and-goodbyes-to-jamie.html' title='Christmas Eve Pj&apos;s and Goodbye&apos;s To Jamie'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-CA4vGPMjaD8/TwCalCTCZoI/AAAAAAAADj0/2uO3i4Sre0A/s72-c/merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-1959142917610576116</id><published>2011-12-29T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:15:02.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom!:)</title><content type='html'>My friend gave me this and it is DEFINITELY worth reading. I know its kinda long. I have been through the toughest year of my whole entire life. And this simple article helped me on so many different levels. I have NO IDEA where I would be without my family and especially without the gospel in my life. I have learned that friends will come and go but family will truly be there forever! I have forever memories with great friends and I miss them SO much. ENJOY!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you stop chasing the wrong things you give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the right things a chance to catch you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;As Maria Robinson once said, “Nobody can go back and start a new  beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.”  Nothing  could be closer to the truth.  But before you can begin this process of  transformation you have to stop doing the things that have been holding  you back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here are some ideas to get you started:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop spending time with the wrong people.&lt;/strong&gt; – Life is  too short to spend time with people who suck the happiness out of you.   If someone wants you in their life, they’ll make room for you.  You  shouldn’t have to fight for a spot.  Never, ever insist yourself to  someone who continuously overlooks your worth.  And remember, it’s not  the people that stand by your side when you’re at your best, but the  ones who stand beside you when you’re at your worst that are your true  friends.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  ..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.I personally learned this many times the hard way having one way friendships and I almost feel sometimes like I am begging people to be my friends. Pathetic I know! I do like to ALWAYS give people the benefit of the doubt though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop running from your problems.&lt;/strong&gt; – Face them head  on.  No, it won’t be easy.  There is no person in the world capable of  flawlessly handling every punch thrown at them.  We aren’t supposed to  be able to instantly solve problems.  That’s not how we’re made.  In  fact, we’re made to get upset, sad, hurt, stumble and fall.  Because  that’s the whole purpose of living – to face problems, learn, adapt, and  solve them over the course of time.  This is what ultimately molds us  into the person we become...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am pretty good at facing my problems head on! But tend to take them head on TOO much and continue to get hurt over and over and then tend to even hurt others too. I suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop lying to yourself.&lt;/strong&gt; – You can lie to anyone  else in the world, but you can’t lie to yourself.  Our lives improve  only when we take chances, and the first and most difficult chance we  can take is to be honest with ourselves.  &lt;em&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0743243153/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=marandang-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0743243153"&gt;The Road Less Traveled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=marandang-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0743243153" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't like to lie to others and wont. Anyone that knows me, knows that I usually just tell it how it is, which can be good, and bad. For myself. I have no problem letting myself know the truth but I need to be better accepting the truth about others and watching them hurt. Especially when their are lies about them. I have learned we can over come anything with the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop putting your own needs on the back burner.&lt;/strong&gt; –  The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving  someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.  Yes, help  others; but help yourself too.  If there was ever a moment to follow  your passion and do something that matters to you, that moment is now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My family and kids will has and will ALWAYS come first. This one I will have to work on. This will always be a challenge for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to be someone you’re not.&lt;/strong&gt; – One of the greatest challenges in life is being yourself in a world that’s trying to make you like  everyone else.  Someone will always be prettier, someone will always be  smarter, someone will always be younger, but they will never be you.   Don’t change so people will like you.  Be yourself and the right people  will love the real you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is simply beautiful! I think the whole world could work on this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to hold onto the past.&lt;/strong&gt; – You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last one.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; AMEN! This is me in a nutshell right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being scared to make a mistake.&lt;/strong&gt; – Doing  something and getting it wrong is at least ten times more productive  than doing nothing.  Every success has a trail of failures behind it,  and every failure is leading towards success.  You end up regretting the  things you did NOT do far more than the things you did.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I agree. Although, I have lost a LOT of people I love dearly for mistakes of the longest year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop berating yourself for old mistakes.&lt;/strong&gt; – We may  love the wrong person and cry about the wrong things, but no matter how  things go wrong, one thing is for sure, mistakes help us find the person  and things that are right for us.  We all make mistakes, have  struggles, and even regret things in our past.  But you are not your  mistakes, you are not your struggles, and you are here NOW with the  power to shape your day and your future.  Every single thing that has  ever happened in your life is preparing you for a moment that is yet to  come.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am FAR from perfect. I am for sure a people pleaser. I have become a different person because of this year some good some bad. I believe I will find myself again. I have hurt a lot of people due to anger but have ALWAYS showed emotional apologies almost immediately after. I truly believe I am a good person. I was told by a dear friend that they were "TOO happy in their life to be friends with me" right now. I dont think I will ever forget those words the rest of my life. It effected me deep down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Steve and I have been through so so much. We have to fight for what we believe is right for us and our family!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to buy happiness.&lt;/strong&gt; – Many of the things  we desire  are expensive.  But the truth is, the things that really  satisfy us are  totally free – love, laughter and working on our  passions. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im too poor to buy happiness, but I do love to buy things for the ones I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop exclusively looking to others for happiness.&lt;/strong&gt; –  If you’re not happy with who you are on the inside, you won’t be happy  in a long-term relationship with anyone else either.  You have to create  stability in your own life first before you can share it with someone  else.  &lt;em&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1400077427/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=marandang-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1400077427"&gt;Stumbling on Happiness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=marandang-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1400077427" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being idle.&lt;/strong&gt; – Don’t think too much or you’ll  create a problem that wasn’t even there in the first place.  Evaluate  situations and take decisive action.  You cannot change what you refuse  to confront.  Making progress involves risk.  Period!  You can’t make it  to second base with your foot on first.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I "may" have a problem with this. I am a worry wart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop thinking you’re not ready.&lt;/strong&gt; – Nobody ever feels  100% ready when an opportunity arises.  Because most great  opportunities in life force us to grow beyond our comfort zones, which  means we won’t feel totally comfortable at first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop getting involved in relationships for the wrong reasons.&lt;/strong&gt;  – Relationships must be chosen wisely.  It’s better to be alone than to  be in bad company.  There’s no need to rush.  If something is meant to  be, it will happen – in the right time, with the right person, and for  the best reason. Fall in love when you’re ready, not when you’re lonely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop rejecting new relationships just because old ones didn’t work.&lt;/strong&gt;  – In life you’ll realize that there is a purpose for everyone you  meet.  Some will test you, some will use you and some will teach you.   But most importantly, some will bring out the best in you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to compete against everyone else.&lt;/strong&gt; –  Don’t worry about what others doing better than you.  Concentrate on  beating your own records every day.  Success is a battle between YOU and  YOURSELF only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being jealous of others.&lt;/strong&gt; – Jealousy is the art  of counting someone else’s blessings instead of your own.  Ask yourself  this:  “What’s something I have that everyone wants?” &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yuck, sometimes my jealousy is ugly. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop complaining and feeling sorry for yourself.&lt;/strong&gt; –  Life’s curveballs are thrown for a reason – to shift your path in a  direction that is meant for you.  You may not see or understand  everything the moment it happens, and it may be tough.  But reflect back  on those negative curveballs thrown at you in the past.  You’ll often  see that eventually they led you to a better place, person, state of  mind, or situation.  So smile!  Let everyone know that today you are a  lot stronger than you were yesterday, and you will be.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I for sure know that I am becoming a stronger person because of what I am going through and have gone through!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop holding grudges.&lt;/strong&gt; – Don’t live your life with  hate in your heart.  You will end up hurting yourself more than the  people you hate.  Forgiveness is not saying, “What you did to me is  okay.”  It is saying, “I’m not going to let what you did to me ruin my  happiness forever.”  Forgiveness is the answer… let go, find peace,  liberate yourself!  And remember, forgiveness is not just for other  people, it’s for you too.  If you must, forgive yourself, move on and  try to do better next time.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think I could always do better at this! But I also hate being at odds with people, therefore I will send out apologies and have. And some people accept them, some dont, when they dont. It does drive me crazy and hurt me still. Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop letting others bring you down to their level.&lt;/strong&gt; – Refuse to lower your standards to accommodate those who refuse to raise theirs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop wasting time explaining yourself to others.&lt;/strong&gt; – Your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it anyway.  Just do what you know in your heart is right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop doing the same things over and over without taking a break.&lt;/strong&gt;  – The time to take a deep breath is when you don’t have time for it.   If you keep doing what you’re doing, you’ll keep getting what you’re  getting.  Sometimes you need to distance yourself to see things clearly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop overlooking the beauty of small moments.&lt;/strong&gt; –  Enjoy the little things, because one day you may look back and discover  they were the big things.  The best portion of your life will be the  small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to  you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I have always said that the little things mean the most to me! I think they always will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to make things perfect.&lt;/strong&gt; – The real world doesn’t reward perfectionists, it rewards people who get things done.  &lt;em&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0142000280/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=marandang-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0142000280"&gt;Getting Things Done&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=marandang-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0142000280" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop following the path of least resistance.&lt;/strong&gt; – Life  is not easy, especially when you plan on achieving something  worthwhile.  Don’t take the easy way out.  Do something extraordinary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop acting like everything is fine if it isn’t.&lt;/strong&gt; –  It’s okay to fall apart for a little while.  You don’t always have to  pretend to be strong, and there is no need to constantly prove that  everything is going well.  You shouldn’t be concerned with what other  people are thinking either – cry if you need to – it’s healthy to shed  your tears.  The sooner you do, the sooner you will be able to smile  again.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I held in hurt for a long time! I FINALLY let it out with the people I loved and my best friends, Its true it does feel lots better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop blaming others for your troubles.&lt;/strong&gt; – The extent  to which you can achieve your dreams depends on the extent to which you  take responsibility for your life.  When you blame others for what  you’re going through, you deny responsibility – you give others power  over that part of your life.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I blamed others for judging, when it is human nature. Then I lost those great people in my life when maybe they were trying to be there for me. Now its not fixable. I sure do miss them. But I would have missed my family more, I KNOW I made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to be everything to everyone.&lt;/strong&gt; – Doing  so is impossible, and trying will only burn you out.  But making one  person smile CAN change the world.  Maybe not the whole world, but their  world.  So narrow your focus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop worrying so much.&lt;/strong&gt; – Worry will not strip  tomorrow of its burdens, it will strip today of its joy.  One way to  check if something is worth mulling over is to ask yourself this  question: “Will this matter in one year’s time?  Three years?  Five  years?”  If not, then it’s not worth worrying about.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I need to remember this. I think all my worrying is aging me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop focusing on what you don’t want to happen.&lt;/strong&gt; –  Focus on what you do want to happen.  Positive thinking is at the  forefront of every great success story.  If you awake every morning with  the thought that something wonderful will happen in your life today,  and you pay close attention, you’ll often find that you’re right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being ungrateful.&lt;/strong&gt; – No matter how good or bad  you have it, wake up each day thankful for your life.  Someone somewhere  else is desperately fighting for theirs.  Instead of thinking about  what you’re missing, try thinking about what you have that everyone else  is missing.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;VERY grateful for what I have, My trials and my beautiful family. I have probably learned more in this past year than I have in my whole life. And most important I have my lovely kids who I love more than Life itself! They are healthy and beautiful! I am SO very blessed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SX9hzg6BzE/TvyV_JbINsI/AAAAAAAADhw/6oCRumRWDcU/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SX9hzg6BzE/TvyV_JbINsI/AAAAAAAADhw/6oCRumRWDcU/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691588941183465154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-1959142917610576116?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/1959142917610576116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=1959142917610576116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1959142917610576116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1959142917610576116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/12/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom!:)'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-2SX9hzg6BzE/TvyV_JbINsI/AAAAAAAADhw/6oCRumRWDcU/s72-c/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-8288490455739570964</id><published>2011-12-20T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T13:56:58.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boren Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZzPVZpaqaM/TvEDQOedSsI/AAAAAAAADhY/4enAJeq_Flg/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZzPVZpaqaM/TvEDQOedSsI/AAAAAAAADhY/4enAJeq_Flg/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688331381644282562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had our party gift exchange with the Boren's side. And the kids had so much fun with their cousins as usual. Here is Brielle opening some money and rolo's. She said "money!" and tossed the money and ate the rolos! ha ha. She just loves money coins. She doesnt really believe in paper money yet, I hope that lasts a long time. Haha , yeah right eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QPmLRIANJs/TvEDBLxxL4I/AAAAAAAADhM/_rWdB-O7bM8/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QPmLRIANJs/TvEDBLxxL4I/AAAAAAAADhM/_rWdB-O7bM8/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688331123221933954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXQE5lkb2-Q/TvECrnBmDII/AAAAAAAADhA/rU1M5wovx7g/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXQE5lkb2-Q/TvECrnBmDII/AAAAAAAADhA/rU1M5wovx7g/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688330752578948226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Twila was so awesome and made every family gingerbread cookie Nativity sets for each house. So the kids got to decorate them and put them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fuDFVZxa8E/TvECFx9A-cI/AAAAAAAADg0/2fomkyHb-DE/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fuDFVZxa8E/TvECFx9A-cI/AAAAAAAADg0/2fomkyHb-DE/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688330102677502402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAp7jKqAvAE/TvEBugvVtII/AAAAAAAADgo/OaJKSLN14Mc/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAp7jKqAvAE/TvEBugvVtII/AAAAAAAADgo/OaJKSLN14Mc/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688329702919746690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1EIOAZPweI/TvEBh2fgkVI/AAAAAAAADgc/auecfGtDtts/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1EIOAZPweI/TvEBh2fgkVI/AAAAAAAADgc/auecfGtDtts/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688329485420630354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids were so proud and so was I. I mean this is what Christmas is all about anyway, right! I just loved this, all the colors and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hRSyB_kBm0/TvD03TgcmfI/AAAAAAAADgQ/y_a9uyar9mM/s1600/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hRSyB_kBm0/TvD03TgcmfI/AAAAAAAADgQ/y_a9uyar9mM/s400/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688315560335284722" 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/5996546652915136085-8288490455739570964?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/8288490455739570964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=8288490455739570964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8288490455739570964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8288490455739570964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/12/boren-party.html' title='Boren Party'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-JZzPVZpaqaM/TvEDQOedSsI/AAAAAAAADhY/4enAJeq_Flg/s72-c/nicky%2Bxmas%2Bparty%2B013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-6668899736452783931</id><published>2011-12-15T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:38:13.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Lovely Holiday and New year!:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlLEmHVfhKI/TuqStru0adI/AAAAAAAADgE/SLvyvCu1_BM/s1600/christmas%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlLEmHVfhKI/TuqStru0adI/AAAAAAAADgE/SLvyvCu1_BM/s400/christmas%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686518793039538642" 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/5996546652915136085-6668899736452783931?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/6668899736452783931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=6668899736452783931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/6668899736452783931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/6668899736452783931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-lovely-holiday-and-new-year.html' title='Have a Lovely Holiday and New year!:)'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-JlLEmHVfhKI/TuqStru0adI/AAAAAAAADgE/SLvyvCu1_BM/s72-c/christmas%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-4501941465961651468</id><published>2011-12-02T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:13:26.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving right onto Christmas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukoHk6TvT6Y/TtkdsKvwhEI/AAAAAAAADes/cAvAmxKgS-8/s1600/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukoHk6TvT6Y/TtkdsKvwhEI/AAAAAAAADes/cAvAmxKgS-8/s400/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681605049540707394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving is always wonderful. I am reminded of all the wonderful things I am thankful for! This year we had it at my moms house. As usual the food was delish and I ate WAY too much. Like three meals too much. Oh well, its always worth it. This year I am very most thankful for my little family! We have had quite a rough year! And we have stuck through it all together, and made us all stronger. For that I am very thankful! I have the best children that I love so dearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KrmY8w9yTk/TtkdNMG3JPI/AAAAAAAADeg/mD2mj-jsqEQ/s1600/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KrmY8w9yTk/TtkdNMG3JPI/AAAAAAAADeg/mD2mj-jsqEQ/s400/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681604517330101490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Thanksgiving we always play a little football. We always go up to the stadium but this year the kids just played in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKGGd0qE--s/TtkbxrnyV-I/AAAAAAAADeU/vEdNSiRO1JE/s1600/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKGGd0qE--s/TtkbxrnyV-I/AAAAAAAADeU/vEdNSiRO1JE/s400/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681602945241733090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now onto Christmas ALREADY! The kids LOVE to decorate the tree. Its hard for me to watch sometimes because I can be quite a perfectionist. But after its all done from the kids doing it, I cant bear to change much of it because its their little creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NUqT-TcZLXk/Ttkbd97S-8I/AAAAAAAADeI/FxFKJPiE0fo/s1600/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NUqT-TcZLXk/Ttkbd97S-8I/AAAAAAAADeI/FxFKJPiE0fo/s400/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681602606558018498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dax had kinda a rough time decorating this time. He broke three balls this year. After each one he would cry and cry and we would get him settled down and he would break another. Ha ha. Now that I look back I can laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ogcs6onYebU/TtkbF3jaEcI/AAAAAAAADd8/k0yyGqUecX0/s1600/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ogcs6onYebU/TtkbF3jaEcI/AAAAAAAADd8/k0yyGqUecX0/s400/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681602192530346434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brielle had a blast and wanted a part in helping with each thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FC-oov3QMrE/Ttka5TaNDOI/AAAAAAAADdw/Abtg6hzMxks/s1600/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FC-oov3QMrE/Ttka5TaNDOI/AAAAAAAADdw/Abtg6hzMxks/s400/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681601976669637858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her decorating ended up just lovely, super close together all along the bottom ribbon, not on the tree. Ha ha. We just love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XD3IJqjCrUU/TtkaWPCNx4I/AAAAAAAADdk/1Tzu6OkMvM8/s1600/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XD3IJqjCrUU/TtkaWPCNx4I/AAAAAAAADdk/1Tzu6OkMvM8/s400/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681601374199859074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We slowly add to our tree each year. ha ha by the time I get everything I want, it will be time to change the colors. Oh well. We still love it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M428q_xLssE/TtkZLNa1nKI/AAAAAAAADdY/Gy6k2zrotRw/s1600/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M428q_xLssE/TtkZLNa1nKI/AAAAAAAADdY/Gy6k2zrotRw/s400/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681600085276073122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AH.. success. We finally got it done. I just realized we didnt get any picture of dad and the kids. He was on the other end of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daxton originally wanted a real puppy. But then when he just had hid birthday and got some new DS games he changed his mind to wants a new DS since his got dropped in the tub. Why it was in the bathroom, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Corban wants a "Real" puppy. Dax asked me if Santa can bring puppies in his sleigh. I told him no. About 30 min. Later I heard him in the other room asking Steve if Santa can bring a puppy in the sleigh... I hear Steve say " of course, he just puts it in a little cage and bundles it up warm and lets the dog ride right in his sleigh" What the crap!!! I had just talked him out of it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Brielle said she wants a Christmas Tree....then said no no no I want a TV to watch Shrek. Ha ha. Well I guess we will see what Christmas morning brings us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-4501941465961651468?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/4501941465961651468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=4501941465961651468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4501941465961651468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4501941465961651468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving-right-onto-christmas.html' title='Thanksgiving right onto Christmas..'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-ukoHk6TvT6Y/TtkdsKvwhEI/AAAAAAAADes/cAvAmxKgS-8/s72-c/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-7715812221839598631</id><published>2011-12-01T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:23:37.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls obsessions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QX-rswRN2eA/Tte1nO2cXmI/AAAAAAAADdM/xbYF2A1Wats/s1600/bows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QX-rswRN2eA/Tte1nO2cXmI/AAAAAAAADdM/xbYF2A1Wats/s400/bows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681209140557143650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep... Bows and more bows! I have been in love with these forever! But a big secret... I am kinda cheap and it was hard for me to pay a lot for bows. SO I decided to figure them out! And I did, I figure out more ideas each day. I am IN LOVE with making them. Its very therapeutic for me. AND its lots cheaper for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ETGajwKdoB8/Tte0J74dJ3I/AAAAAAAADdA/I2Ioww0LD0c/s1600/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ETGajwKdoB8/Tte0J74dJ3I/AAAAAAAADdA/I2Ioww0LD0c/s400/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681207537737475954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While the boys are at school, I am busy not cleanin but making bows. Ha ha. While miss princess sass is busy playing with her "ponytails" aka My little ponies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_mNcERT0no/TtezJNunNKI/AAAAAAAADc0/ULZTWHDXfis/s1600/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_mNcERT0no/TtezJNunNKI/AAAAAAAADc0/ULZTWHDXfis/s400/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681206425836532898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isnt she so funny! I just love that she LOVES toys in the tub. She is always asking where her "ponytails" are. Luckily she will play with them out of the tub too! We sure have fun together without all the boys home. HA HA. But we miss the boys too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wxstUhaLk4/Tteyd_GdAfI/AAAAAAAADco/Ug0UpkgcyYc/s1600/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wxstUhaLk4/Tteyd_GdAfI/AAAAAAAADco/Ug0UpkgcyYc/s400/christmas%2Btree%2Band%2BBOWS%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681205683175621106" 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/5996546652915136085-7715812221839598631?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/7715812221839598631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=7715812221839598631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7715812221839598631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7715812221839598631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/12/girls-obsessions.html' title='The Girls obsessions!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-QX-rswRN2eA/Tte1nO2cXmI/AAAAAAAADdM/xbYF2A1Wats/s72-c/bows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-6424484305563760455</id><published>2011-11-27T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T14:16:37.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERO for the week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtI0t3mOk7g/TtK1CfeagFI/AAAAAAAADcc/aiOt8LqItJg/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtI0t3mOk7g/TtK1CfeagFI/AAAAAAAADcc/aiOt8LqItJg/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679801134481047634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing CORBAN BOREN, 5 years old and in Kindergarten! He was hero for the week at school in his class, which means that he gets to be the helper everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pk4JuJ6LjDU/TtK0Lkj4F3I/AAAAAAAADcQ/qO88F44Vo6g/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pk4JuJ6LjDU/TtK0Lkj4F3I/AAAAAAAADcQ/qO88F44Vo6g/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679800190953330546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Friday his last day of being a hero, we got to go and read his favorite Story and introduce him. Isnt he cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EF3oavgqNwA/TtKz2mLvwPI/AAAAAAAADcE/kSUanR7Fy9w/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EF3oavgqNwA/TtKz2mLvwPI/AAAAAAAADcE/kSUanR7Fy9w/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679799830611738866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the best teacher ever if I might add. Teacher Hellstern (a.k.a Grandma).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSyr6WalF3Y/TtKetSnDxZI/AAAAAAAADb4/_M5XI1w1E50/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSyr6WalF3Y/TtKetSnDxZI/AAAAAAAADb4/_M5XI1w1E50/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679776580994581906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little man of mine is sure special to us! He struggles a little in school and is still working on his speech, But he is a HARD little worker and he LOVES to write! I love him so very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-6424484305563760455?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/6424484305563760455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=6424484305563760455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/6424484305563760455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/6424484305563760455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/11/hero-for-week.html' title='HERO for the week!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-RtI0t3mOk7g/TtK1CfeagFI/AAAAAAAADcc/aiOt8LqItJg/s72-c/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-4447767969324023772</id><published>2011-11-21T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:09:34.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Born is 7!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UT1Ugg3fxTk/TsssaYSOHII/AAAAAAAADbs/yd4Z2in_1M8/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UT1Ugg3fxTk/TsssaYSOHII/AAAAAAAADbs/yd4Z2in_1M8/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677680586937736322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day started out with taking these cupcakes to school for Dax and his classroom. He was SO excited to share them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-te9HnLjJwFQ/TsssGbJwSiI/AAAAAAAADbg/0joZkOLns7g/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-te9HnLjJwFQ/TsssGbJwSiI/AAAAAAAADbg/0joZkOLns7g/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677680244110150178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He came home with a fun birthday hat and with dad. He felt super special today because he had dad with him at school all day! Steve volunteers for the day at his school to be a watch D.O.G. Dax was so excited to have him there as a watch D.O.G especially on his birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yW9heBOA59g/TssrYHWeSAI/AAAAAAAADbU/xg8lXUWYs3M/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yW9heBOA59g/TssrYHWeSAI/AAAAAAAADbU/xg8lXUWYs3M/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677679448520804354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They also got to walk home together. I just love this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCTbs5wBi6o/TssqJP5xEUI/AAAAAAAADbI/yIqQxzuXqi8/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B323.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBqoJa15DEs/TssofmFQ_MI/AAAAAAAADa8/f1bzKJ-ZEj4/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBqoJa15DEs/TssofmFQ_MI/AAAAAAAADa8/f1bzKJ-ZEj4/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677676278494330050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dax sat for a minute really thinking quite hard on his birthday wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JxTGUwiFRe0/TssmuCBkWdI/AAAAAAAADaw/XRwm7-Nw15M/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JxTGUwiFRe0/TssmuCBkWdI/AAAAAAAADaw/XRwm7-Nw15M/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677674327489927634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our family is so wonderful to support him on his special day. Its a big group when we are all together. But NEVER a dull moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeCndJcOydo/TsslzjoiigI/AAAAAAAADak/yCIp_7sNP3k/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeCndJcOydo/TsslzjoiigI/AAAAAAAADak/yCIp_7sNP3k/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677673322899474946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got spoiled as usual with lovely gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jB1iD4xr1Qc/TsslKfG5UwI/AAAAAAAADaY/lQXpNO-6tQo/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jB1iD4xr1Qc/TsslKfG5UwI/AAAAAAAADaY/lQXpNO-6tQo/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677672617309983490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight after the party when he was getting tucked in.. He said to Steve, "arent you sad that its my birthday today?" And Steve said "Why would I be sad" and Dax said "Because I turned seven today and your always sad that I am growing up so fast". I thought it was super cute, and yet VERY true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-4447767969324023772?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/4447767969324023772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=4447767969324023772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4447767969324023772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4447767969324023772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-first-born-is-7.html' title='My First Born is 7!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-UT1Ugg3fxTk/TsssaYSOHII/AAAAAAAADbs/yd4Z2in_1M8/s72-c/dax%2Bbirthday%2B2010%2B314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-5187940039316988374</id><published>2011-11-16T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T08:20:17.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Im a big kid now!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am late at posting this, but I wanted it for documentation. We did this in the summer. Keep in mind that Brielle had not had a nap this day. Steve and I went back and forth on letting Brielle turn into a "big girl" so fast. But after getting a lot of other opinions from others, everyone said its best if we pierce her ears when they are little. So we went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5rbnzR0QLo0/TsPf42AzLtI/AAAAAAAADaA/GcaamLzdXyE/s1600/553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5rbnzR0QLo0/TsPf42AzLtI/AAAAAAAADaA/GcaamLzdXyE/s400/553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675626123081494226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She went with her cousin Nikelle. They were both very happy and super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohB_pQEQlqE/TsPfZPHBOQI/AAAAAAAADZ0/gyoCRDiMcLE/s1600/554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohB_pQEQlqE/TsPfZPHBOQI/AAAAAAAADZ0/gyoCRDiMcLE/s400/554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675625580062652674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brielle even got a sucker "before" her turn so life was good for her. Can you see how tired she is? I SHOULD have waited for a day that she had her nap. But I kept on bailing out because I was nervous for her. So we got a little shove from Aunt Kristi to do it this day since she was in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IE8UTviPzxo/TsPe4N2qcsI/AAAAAAAADZo/CBJrlAttx3Q/s1600/559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IE8UTviPzxo/TsPe4N2qcsI/AAAAAAAADZo/CBJrlAttx3Q/s400/559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675625012789932738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouch! It hurt my little one. She was SUPER brave, but still didnt appreciate it hurting her. I almost cried too! She tried to cry longer because she was tired. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Men4oWtahs/TsPeQYeqsUI/AAAAAAAADZc/peyOzgaedNk/s1600/563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Men4oWtahs/TsPeQYeqsUI/AAAAAAAADZc/peyOzgaedNk/s400/563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675624328447308098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But after it was all done she Realized how pretty she was. And was happy. She said "im pretty". I told her she sure is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfpO4C9gNZ4/TsPd2fhtZII/AAAAAAAADZQ/koeICHY7pAc/s1600/565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfpO4C9gNZ4/TsPd2fhtZII/AAAAAAAADZQ/koeICHY7pAc/s400/565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675623883662517378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the pretty girls after with their new bling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfAA5uhqapo/TsPgLcPzs1I/AAAAAAAADaM/Pjssd5bV4YE/s1600/564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfAA5uhqapo/TsPgLcPzs1I/AAAAAAAADaM/Pjssd5bV4YE/s400/564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675626442582635346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-5187940039316988374?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/5187940039316988374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=5187940039316988374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5187940039316988374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5187940039316988374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-big-kid-now.html' title='&quot;Im a big kid now!&quot;'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-5rbnzR0QLo0/TsPf42AzLtI/AAAAAAAADaA/GcaamLzdXyE/s72-c/553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-165233741431903498</id><published>2011-11-09T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:14:23.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2sEEzh67_5g/TsHGXFmv_CI/AAAAAAAADZE/Vwnx967KFIE/s1600/halloween%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2sEEzh67_5g/TsHGXFmv_CI/AAAAAAAADZE/Vwnx967KFIE/s400/halloween%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675035105407532066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corban had a blast picking out the perfect pumpkin to Carve with his "crazy hair" from crazy hair day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndgy7nTT54U/TsHGGkcdxMI/AAAAAAAADY4/LNRMOjuNt44/s1600/halloween%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndgy7nTT54U/TsHGGkcdxMI/AAAAAAAADY4/LNRMOjuNt44/s400/halloween%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675034821628118210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picking out pumpkins is always a long process for the boys. But they always seem to go away happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdjdbky9oOs/TsHF0paoH1I/AAAAAAAADYs/TKlmC68i7K8/s1600/halloween%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdjdbky9oOs/TsHF0paoH1I/AAAAAAAADYs/TKlmC68i7K8/s400/halloween%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675034513724940114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brielle was funny. Anytime we mention Halloween or pumpkins. She always just would say "Halloween scary".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hyCJJDL4GaI/TsHFEUiOXMI/AAAAAAAADYg/9CztKoLHxeI/s1600/halloween%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hyCJJDL4GaI/TsHFEUiOXMI/AAAAAAAADYg/9CztKoLHxeI/s400/halloween%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675033683485940930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amy entertained the little ones while the big kids were carving pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mmH2uifyaWY/TsHETf_UJkI/AAAAAAAADYU/sE6nhbzNAmY/s1600/halloween%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mmH2uifyaWY/TsHETf_UJkI/AAAAAAAADYU/sE6nhbzNAmY/s400/halloween%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675032844747155010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While the girls did a lot of "talk". . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYnoJVaAvgk/TsHDx9OBhbI/AAAAAAAADYI/RVF-MqQKaHI/s1600/halloween%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYnoJVaAvgk/TsHDx9OBhbI/AAAAAAAADYI/RVF-MqQKaHI/s400/halloween%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675032268477924786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys were in the kitchen working hard on the pumpkin carving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T9268XM9OSQ/TsHCVcfdRlI/AAAAAAAADX8/UilA5WThfYY/s1600/halloween%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T9268XM9OSQ/TsHCVcfdRlI/AAAAAAAADX8/UilA5WThfYY/s400/halloween%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675030679144711762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcVkfFoO0dY/TsG9w0kn8RI/AAAAAAAADXs/Fn1ie1OEkUA/s1600/halloween%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcVkfFoO0dY/TsG9w0kn8RI/AAAAAAAADXs/Fn1ie1OEkUA/s400/halloween%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675025651907162386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is a little disturbing yet so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPn6sXAzT8o/TsG8QlW1VcI/AAAAAAAADXU/p0lziWKfxIg/s1600/halloween%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPn6sXAzT8o/TsG8QlW1VcI/AAAAAAAADXU/p0lziWKfxIg/s400/halloween%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675023998555346370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Helen had a Halloween parade at her school. Isnt she beautiful:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56AGuowTQKs/TsG7AuQcxKI/AAAAAAAADXI/ZAb1gqIPizM/s1600/halloween%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56AGuowTQKs/TsG7AuQcxKI/AAAAAAAADXI/ZAb1gqIPizM/s400/halloween%2B043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675022626554954914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corban LOVES being in grandma's class at school. This is the face I get quite often when I go see Corban at school. The shy, I dont know you kinda look. He is so funny. And likes to act like he doesnt know me at school. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s81dDs_Nr0U/TrqZjRV9TNI/AAAAAAAADW8/L7HTPBx6BWM/s1600/halloween%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s81dDs_Nr0U/TrqZjRV9TNI/AAAAAAAADW8/L7HTPBx6BWM/s400/halloween%2B058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673015511856532690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trick or Treating was LOVELY, wasnt it. The weather was perfect. Here we are with all the cousins, ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piSe56erKTM/TrqZHlWTSGI/AAAAAAAADWw/p0IHEleAfH4/s1600/halloween%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piSe56erKTM/TrqZHlWTSGI/AAAAAAAADWw/p0IHEleAfH4/s400/halloween%2B045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673015036190345314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGY8n7N3ZJ8/TrqY7bvqOhI/AAAAAAAADWk/XzME8Qm3zxY/s1600/halloween%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGY8n7N3ZJ8/TrqY7bvqOhI/AAAAAAAADWk/XzME8Qm3zxY/s400/halloween%2B044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673014827453921810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My two ninja's a pirate and Cookie Monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKRdOQF5ES0/TrqYo_FlDVI/AAAAAAAADWY/okt7oti4KcQ/s1600/halloween%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKRdOQF5ES0/TrqYo_FlDVI/AAAAAAAADWY/okt7oti4KcQ/s400/halloween%2B052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673014510523583826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is Cookie Monster and The Grouch! So cute! Time just flies by... Time to start Christmas Shoppin. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-165233741431903498?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/165233741431903498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=165233741431903498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/165233741431903498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/165233741431903498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-week.html' title='Halloween Week'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-2sEEzh67_5g/TsHGXFmv_CI/AAAAAAAADZE/Vwnx967KFIE/s72-c/halloween%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-8503265977261052701</id><published>2011-11-07T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:25:13.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Steve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JolI9etVrn0/TriRfFu5uSI/AAAAAAAADWM/blLJrZ-C3VU/s1600/halloween%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JolI9etVrn0/TriRfFu5uSI/AAAAAAAADWM/blLJrZ-C3VU/s400/halloween%2B062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672443693974010146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Hubby turned the big 31 on Nov 1st. He LOVES Texas Roadhouse for some good meat eats. Of course we made him ride the saddle!:) The kids just thought that was hilarious and cant wait for their own birthdays now to have a turn. Little do they know, I think Steve's was a big fat fake smile on the saddle. He does NOT like the attention and everyone staring at him. We all enjoyed it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2W4p8hrQwo/TriRO9WlYCI/AAAAAAAADWA/xYwEXksWkIM/s1600/halloween%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2W4p8hrQwo/TriRO9WlYCI/AAAAAAAADWA/xYwEXksWkIM/s400/halloween%2B060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672443416846622754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd1FXMRIA1c/TriRCRTuG3I/AAAAAAAADV0/0EJBWkFajFI/s1600/halloween%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd1FXMRIA1c/TriRCRTuG3I/AAAAAAAADV0/0EJBWkFajFI/s400/halloween%2B061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672443198865021810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My princess and I and Grandma too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kEah6S3_3U/TriQua8LeEI/AAAAAAAADVo/zB6taYUiiVQ/s1600/gina%2Bphotos%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kEah6S3_3U/TriQua8LeEI/AAAAAAAADVo/zB6taYUiiVQ/s400/gina%2Bphotos%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672442857853253698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made Steve Dr. Pepper Cupcakes. All of the kids came home and took a sip out of them and kept on sucking thinking that something was going to come out. It was pretty funny. They thought I did it to trick them. They didn't understand why I put straws in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZWP0XTVpb4/TriQZ-5QtWI/AAAAAAAADVc/BTrbybgvPfE/s1600/gina%2Bphotos%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZWP0XTVpb4/TriQZ-5QtWI/AAAAAAAADVc/BTrbybgvPfE/s400/gina%2Bphotos%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672442506727437666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think they turned out pretty cute. We didnt do a whole lot for his birthday with it being on a weekday. But it was perfect for us, being with the kids and keeping it simple. After all, whats better than that?! Happy birthday Steve! Loves to you and to many more years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-8503265977261052701?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/8503265977261052701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=8503265977261052701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8503265977261052701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8503265977261052701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-steve.html' title='Happy Birthday Steve'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-JolI9etVrn0/TriRfFu5uSI/AAAAAAAADWM/blLJrZ-C3VU/s72-c/halloween%2B062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-5717684468285331415</id><published>2011-10-28T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:06:16.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boren Halloween party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ma3vfEk-Js/Tq7GyRjPC3I/AAAAAAAADRU/JjFJ1zcHi1M/s1600/halloween%2Bboren%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ma3vfEk-Js/Tq7GyRjPC3I/AAAAAAAADRU/JjFJ1zcHi1M/s400/halloween%2Bboren%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669687547912981362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Cookie Monster was super cute if I must say so myself. This costume was super easy to make and cheap:) She loves it. Although she did say "Im not a monster, I a princess." She has her days of both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ckX8ENl8lEk/Tq7GcpsdqNI/AAAAAAAADRI/-Z1LnFMcwAQ/s1600/halloween%2Bboren%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ckX8ENl8lEk/Tq7GcpsdqNI/AAAAAAAADRI/-Z1LnFMcwAQ/s400/halloween%2Bboren%2B018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669687176437016786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nE8zCYidb4/Tqrx2EOPOnI/AAAAAAAADQ8/3v0y_ZzsD5E/s1600/halloween%2Bboren%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nE8zCYidb4/Tqrx2EOPOnI/AAAAAAAADQ8/3v0y_ZzsD5E/s400/halloween%2Bboren%2B019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668608992147880562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im sad that I didnt get pic of all of the kids, but once we got all of the bodies in the house it got hot quick and the costumes didnt stay on long. My boys disappeared quick and I didnt even get pic. of them. So I will have to wait till Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pO2ru0w_dT4/TqrxcZKFHfI/AAAAAAAADQw/BEo1P8yf0pk/s1600/halloween%2Bboren%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pO2ru0w_dT4/TqrxcZKFHfI/AAAAAAAADQw/BEo1P8yf0pk/s400/halloween%2Bboren%2B037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668608551090986482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was one of the many games we played. We had to get the balls out of the box attached to the back of us by jumping up and down. It was quite entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_BpPNcZG8-8/TqrxK1AyyDI/AAAAAAAADQk/Fe_-Ls_VGK8/s1600/halloween%2Bboren%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_BpPNcZG8-8/TqrxK1AyyDI/AAAAAAAADQk/Fe_-Ls_VGK8/s400/halloween%2Bboren%2B032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668608249330583602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3iwGCqboDbU/Tqrw6dAULbI/AAAAAAAADQY/_jR2AtXccn8/s1600/halloween%2Bboren%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3iwGCqboDbU/Tqrw6dAULbI/AAAAAAAADQY/_jR2AtXccn8/s400/halloween%2Bboren%2B036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668607968008220082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here were the guys just jumping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HgWyuiUvYeM/Tqrwhwt3NVI/AAAAAAAADQM/OJluhPpcrEo/s1600/halloween%2Bboren%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HgWyuiUvYeM/Tqrwhwt3NVI/AAAAAAAADQM/OJluhPpcrEo/s400/halloween%2Bboren%2B031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668607543802803538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy wrapping time. This was super cute to watch the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFiU4xhDbsQ/TqrwPCF41AI/AAAAAAAADQA/iuC0AEDH8Gs/s1600/halloween%2Bboren%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFiU4xhDbsQ/TqrwPCF41AI/AAAAAAAADQA/iuC0AEDH8Gs/s400/halloween%2Bboren%2B023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668607222049461250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its always fun to have the Boren Halloween party every year. I think the kids love it and look forward too it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-5717684468285331415?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/5717684468285331415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=5717684468285331415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5717684468285331415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5717684468285331415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/10/boren-halloween-party.html' title='Boren Halloween party'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-_Ma3vfEk-Js/Tq7GyRjPC3I/AAAAAAAADRU/JjFJ1zcHi1M/s72-c/halloween%2Bboren%2B016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-1593520037637448153</id><published>2011-10-17T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T16:31:18.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlie Things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arHSKkRVH_U/Tpy4FzbDUkI/AAAAAAAADP0/v6EysLmSYII/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arHSKkRVH_U/Tpy4FzbDUkI/AAAAAAAADP0/v6EysLmSYII/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664604841167770178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is SO much fun having a girl! Brielle, loves her hats, she puts them on herself and wants a flower on them. And she is starting to want flowers on her shirts so I will no have to start shopping or be making some pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2sQvPSVByk/TpyslB_S_iI/AAAAAAAADPo/2mOyo4b3fGY/s1600/868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2sQvPSVByk/TpyslB_S_iI/AAAAAAAADPo/2mOyo4b3fGY/s400/868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664592183514299938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is super obsessed with her necklaces! This is rare that she only has one on her neck. It is usually 3 or 4. And she will keep them on ALL day. I love this about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3Dv8XuFR7c/TpysB10DkgI/AAAAAAAADPc/uK6yiUSe7kQ/s1600/869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3Dv8XuFR7c/TpysB10DkgI/AAAAAAAADPc/uK6yiUSe7kQ/s400/869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664591578950504962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture makes me laugh.. She is not quite into the bracelets yet. She has them, but wont keep them on long. But when she does put them on. They go way up to her arm pit. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egy17G67B0w/TpyreT_AhmI/AAAAAAAADPQ/K5PXFwTQc7U/s1600/867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egy17G67B0w/TpyreT_AhmI/AAAAAAAADPQ/K5PXFwTQc7U/s400/867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664590968574215778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is girl through and through when it comes to painting her finger nails. So this is what we did today, while the boys were at school. We had a little bit of "girl" time and sassed up out fingers and toes. She chose purple. Btw dont you just love her chubby fingers. I sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKMMiz6DDZw/Tpyqyoq0utI/AAAAAAAADPE/kzjnhcFePLU/s1600/866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKMMiz6DDZw/Tpyqyoq0utI/AAAAAAAADPE/kzjnhcFePLU/s400/866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664590218212457170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course after we painted the fingers we had to paint the toes. She chose red for her toes, like mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1y3n5CMytX8/TpyqTC-vfgI/AAAAAAAADO4/32dyNMMNAZ8/s1600/865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1y3n5CMytX8/TpyqTC-vfgI/AAAAAAAADO4/32dyNMMNAZ8/s400/865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664589675519507970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we finished she ran and grabbed her princess shoes, because hey, after all we are ALL princesses right!? She does have princesses dresses to play dress up in, but she doesn't think that is cool yet?! Sad I know. She would rather put on one of dad's big T-shirts. Must be the comfort thing. ha ha. She sure is funny and knows just what she wants. She is definitely our princess of the house. But she sure knows how to get dirty with the boys too (which I actually love!) We had a fabulous day today. I love her little personality. VERY sassy. I wish I could hook a tape recorder to her 24/7. You guys would laugh so hard. Wouldn't change a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-1593520037637448153?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/1593520037637448153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=1593520037637448153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1593520037637448153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1593520037637448153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/10/girlie-things.html' title='Girlie Things..'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-arHSKkRVH_U/Tpy4FzbDUkI/AAAAAAAADP0/v6EysLmSYII/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-3259172164860183980</id><published>2011-10-13T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:11:38.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The CiRcuS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kkRz3BzgSDI/Tpe-MX1xhEI/AAAAAAAADOk/KD0IHeXuptU/s1600/circus%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kkRz3BzgSDI/Tpe-MX1xhEI/AAAAAAAADOk/KD0IHeXuptU/s400/circus%2B018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663204176208954434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to ride an Patty the elephant! It was lots of fun, and super short. But hey, who gets to ride an elephant? I never have and figured that we should take advantage. Brielle kept Begging to ride it saying "money mom, money!" So I paid for them to ride it and when we got up to ride it, Corban panicked and was a nervous that Steve or I were not going to ride. So, I jumped on too. The little kid in the front. We dont know him. But Dax, Brielle, Corban and I had a blast. Corban ended up Loving it, and just felt a little better with adult security with him. Im glad I rode too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvtzNOSnmpI/Tpe5FEflIKI/AAAAAAAADOU/hdbSdRj56x0/s1600/circus%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvtzNOSnmpI/Tpe5FEflIKI/AAAAAAAADOU/hdbSdRj56x0/s400/circus%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663198553198370978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwLp_Thi_4Y/Tpe435jm8RI/AAAAAAAADOI/XSBWYPB2Cfs/s1600/circus%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwLp_Thi_4Y/Tpe435jm8RI/AAAAAAAADOI/XSBWYPB2Cfs/s400/circus%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663198326924177682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax loved the Circus, I loved watching the kids reaction during the Circus I think, more than the actual Circus. There was one point we saw Dax giggling so hard, it just made my heart melt and gave me goosebumps. And it got me giggling as well. Such priceless moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_qDwrW24i4/Tpe4eGmNFZI/AAAAAAAADN8/cNeFi-nd2Bw/s1600/circus%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_qDwrW24i4/Tpe4eGmNFZI/AAAAAAAADN8/cNeFi-nd2Bw/s400/circus%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663197883748128146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle has NO fear! And here she is petting the Llama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOCiZxQYmps/Tpe4Os4THtI/AAAAAAAADNw/ev-VStTQe40/s1600/circus%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOCiZxQYmps/Tpe4Os4THtI/AAAAAAAADNw/ev-VStTQe40/s400/circus%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663197619146661586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here she is petting the goat. There was a point where she tried to pull the goat out through the fence. I think she thought it was a puppy. LOL. She LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PJfKRasqpaY/Tpe342xyzpI/AAAAAAAADNk/DRZxuckHHUI/s1600/circus%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PJfKRasqpaY/Tpe342xyzpI/AAAAAAAADNk/DRZxuckHHUI/s400/circus%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663197243846610578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle and Grandpa Boren..He was Brielle's circus buddy the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywZy4esdJi4/Tpe3OsscZWI/AAAAAAAADNY/S75fWLhBvd0/s1600/circus%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywZy4esdJi4/Tpe3OsscZWI/AAAAAAAADNY/S75fWLhBvd0/s400/circus%2B022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663196519585310050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Corban was being camera shy. I was lucky to get this pic. But he sure loved the circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aiU5sGysmKk/Tpe3AcE8P-I/AAAAAAAADNM/qil57ADyjWc/s1600/circus%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aiU5sGysmKk/Tpe3AcE8P-I/AAAAAAAADNM/qil57ADyjWc/s400/circus%2B020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663196274606489570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love family time! I look forward to them, no matter what they are, no matter how big or small they are. They are the best memories of all as long as they are with my sweet little family. This little circus that came to Cache Valley, is a memory keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdZA3-r0MPA/Tpe2z7A781I/AAAAAAAADNA/i1MjCCEsdXo/s1600/circus%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdZA3-r0MPA/Tpe2z7A781I/AAAAAAAADNA/i1MjCCEsdXo/s400/circus%2B019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663196059572892498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I HAD to throw this pic. in. The kids got some nachos. And they ate them all, but their was some left over cheese, (lots of cheese, you can see how much in the pic) and I caught Steve just licking the bowl clean. No wait, more like scooping it clean with his finger. It was gross and super funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rE1Mb783Zpg/Tpe2jKMeQKI/AAAAAAAADM0/letxZQYpPXo/s1600/circus%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rE1Mb783Zpg/Tpe2jKMeQKI/AAAAAAAADM0/letxZQYpPXo/s400/circus%2B021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663195771590033570" 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/5996546652915136085-3259172164860183980?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/3259172164860183980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=3259172164860183980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/3259172164860183980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/3259172164860183980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/10/circus.html' title='The CiRcuS!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-kkRz3BzgSDI/Tpe-MX1xhEI/AAAAAAAADOk/KD0IHeXuptU/s72-c/circus%2B018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-3784046954064269040</id><published>2011-10-03T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T12:42:55.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My husbands "love" got murdered</title><content type='html'>Here is his Beautiful big 52 inch bad boy. And is has to lay to rest. Due to our naughty 2 year old who hit it with a tennis racket. Why we have a tennis racket, I dont even know, because we have never even played tennis before. As you can see the screen looks beautiful still. But when you turn it on. There is the big dot with a spiderweb surrounding it on the bottom right hand side. We discovered it on Sunday. I believe we were blessed that it was Sunday, I think there would have been a LOT more anger and yelling and hurtful words. lol. The worst part about the whole thing is that we are still paying on this beauty for another year. We got a two year paying of no interest. I will cry every time that payment comes out. Because now, we are paying on... well... nothing. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZSlg51gHvo/TooN3Ds656I/AAAAAAAADMs/3WvHvjuhggE/s1600/broken%2Btv%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZSlg51gHvo/TooN3Ds656I/AAAAAAAADMs/3WvHvjuhggE/s400/broken%2Btv%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659351121282131874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we have resorted to this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGXPcUz8lmM/TooNh25gsuI/AAAAAAAADMk/_pQKy3TfREw/s1600/broken%2Btv%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGXPcUz8lmM/TooNh25gsuI/AAAAAAAADMk/_pQKy3TfREw/s400/broken%2Btv%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659350757068026594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this!... Lots of crowding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pNnyqS1z5o/TooNOo0vLbI/AAAAAAAADMc/6Gq-Op4Mn4Y/s1600/broken%2Btv%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pNnyqS1z5o/TooNOo0vLbI/AAAAAAAADMc/6Gq-Op4Mn4Y/s400/broken%2Btv%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659350426872393138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Brielle throwing one of her lovely tantrums... She first threw all of the stuff out of the closet then threw herself in there and cried, which has nothing to do with the T.V. except for I know that this is exactly how Steve felt about the whole thing. He LOVES his T.V. he wanted to watch all of our movies on this thing and he swore by its picture and the High def. and I feel so bad because I would always rather crawl in bed and watch a movie curled up all comfy in our bed and watch it on our big box old fashioned T.V. and now, his is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdNjxqEZ3jo/TooM2fu7CZI/AAAAAAAADMU/TEylWzmE6Bs/s1600/broken%2Btv%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdNjxqEZ3jo/TooM2fu7CZI/AAAAAAAADMU/TEylWzmE6Bs/s400/broken%2Btv%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659350012115224978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I may not only cry when I make the payment but also throw a tantrum.. I have learned from the best afterall... I mean look at this picture. ha ha. I cant get myself to throw it away... There must, there just must be a way to fix it somehow?!! Best buy wont do anything for us. They dont care that we are still paying on it. Our insurance wont tell us the loop hole they have. ( we all know theres gotta be one somewhere). And we have been told by one person it will probably cost more to fix it, than to buy a new T.v.?!! AHHH, that cant be right can it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-3784046954064269040?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/3784046954064269040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=3784046954064269040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/3784046954064269040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/3784046954064269040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-husbands-love-got-murdered.html' title='My husbands &quot;love&quot; got murdered'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-DZSlg51gHvo/TooN3Ds656I/AAAAAAAADMs/3WvHvjuhggE/s72-c/broken%2Btv%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-4807420528245768475</id><published>2011-09-19T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T11:25:58.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SASS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sl4D4mFADXc/TneJLQbt5jI/AAAAAAAADK8/o8oRklulJow/s1600/sass%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sl4D4mFADXc/TneJLQbt5jI/AAAAAAAADK8/o8oRklulJow/s400/sass%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654138683669734962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_1HxjpQ45Q/TneJBGuj_-I/AAAAAAAADK0/Wqz3TTgYBIA/s1600/sass%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_1HxjpQ45Q/TneJBGuj_-I/AAAAAAAADK0/Wqz3TTgYBIA/s400/sass%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654138509265731554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YMNFVKkw1GI/TneH6o5JuSI/AAAAAAAADKs/UBBkzdsIQ6Y/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B00311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YMNFVKkw1GI/TneH6o5JuSI/AAAAAAAADKs/UBBkzdsIQ6Y/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B00311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654137298666240290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will have to upload her photo shoot we had fun with, but this picture is when we knew it was over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m9dhqGPYVCg/TneGV_V_RKI/AAAAAAAADKk/e5PUinSvP8w/s1600/mom%2Bbirthday%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m9dhqGPYVCg/TneGV_V_RKI/AAAAAAAADKk/e5PUinSvP8w/s400/mom%2Bbirthday%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654135569525982370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone asked me to make this for them, and Miss Brielle loved trying it on for size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QR3veviffoI/TneGLpCCDdI/AAAAAAAADKc/qL0nlmVo1B0/s1600/mom%2Bbirthday%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QR3veviffoI/TneGLpCCDdI/AAAAAAAADKc/qL0nlmVo1B0/s400/mom%2Bbirthday%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654135391738006994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I opened the filing cabinet to get some stuff and put some away and this is what I found. WOW... my Miss SASS has been having a little fun.  But she sure is fun. An example of how she is, Steve was changing her bum the other day and I tickled his neck and I walked by and Brielle yells "mom kick your butt?". Yeah... Sass! She for sure runs this roost. And sometimes its not so pretty. But I would not change a thing. She is pretty darn cute, and we sure do love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-4807420528245768475?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/4807420528245768475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=4807420528245768475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4807420528245768475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4807420528245768475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/09/sass.html' title='SASS!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-sl4D4mFADXc/TneJLQbt5jI/AAAAAAAADK8/o8oRklulJow/s72-c/sass%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-2031106597601225515</id><published>2011-09-15T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:47:11.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m'/><title type='text'>Lava Hot Springs!</title><content type='html'>We always do a weekend family reunion with my family. We usually head to Bear Lake, but this year we hit up Lava. It was SO much fun! The first day we hit the pool. The kids and the adults had so much fun. Playin in the water, jumping of the diving boards and heading down the new fast slides. Even Grandma went down the slides. It took Corban forever to take the plunge and try even the simple slide. Once he did, he was in love. Dax instantly headed for the crazy fast slide. He has some serious guts and no fear. He reminds me a LOT of myself when I was little. He really wanted to do the high dives, but couldnt because he doesnt know how to swim yet, and that brought him to tears. Therefore we will be hitting up swim lessons this winter:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ALz-1TVtG94/TnQsSxM6Q8I/AAAAAAAADJ8/1Q4CsdMhLzg/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B057_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ALz-1TVtG94/TnQsSxM6Q8I/AAAAAAAADJ8/1Q4CsdMhLzg/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B057_picnik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653192133213569986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brothers had a blast jumping off the high dives. Boy it brings them back to old times seeing as how this is where they grew up. If any of you didnt know, I was born in Pocatello, ID and lived in Arimo, which is just min. away from Lava. So my brothers swam in Lava everyday and went to high school at Marsh Valley till their Junior and Senior year, and then we moved to Logan. Yet I was only 4 at the time. Anyway, so it was a lot of fun for us all to return again as a family with our own families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-53OAII9sxeM/TnQsKHlhdkI/AAAAAAAADJ0/JwICiDrce5U/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-53OAII9sxeM/TnQsKHlhdkI/AAAAAAAADJ0/JwICiDrce5U/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653191984603559490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nieces and nephews were super brave. Here is Macy and Bailey taking the plunge!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-awEzJAoFEnU/TnQr6J_PKVI/AAAAAAAADJs/AlF8iIho9zg/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-awEzJAoFEnU/TnQr6J_PKVI/AAAAAAAADJs/AlF8iIho9zg/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653191710370376018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Rhett and Angie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Znz2QHLD47g/TnQvajo9q9I/AAAAAAAADKM/cO0lt_qXHl0/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Znz2QHLD47g/TnQvajo9q9I/AAAAAAAADKM/cO0lt_qXHl0/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653195565546974162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandt being fancy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L14NEXNg2SA/TnQskCYT_8I/AAAAAAAADKE/XF-sR6vV-0w/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B052_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L14NEXNg2SA/TnQskCYT_8I/AAAAAAAADKE/XF-sR6vV-0w/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B052_picnik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653192429882572738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PqKhGmUaeEE/TnQq6nf-snI/AAAAAAAADJk/_c0t_SazZtw/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B040_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PqKhGmUaeEE/TnQq6nf-snI/AAAAAAAADJk/_c0t_SazZtw/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B040_picnik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653190618780709490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good thing they all survived. Ha ha, Steve and I jumped together, and luckily no one caught any pictures. I screamed the whole way down and looked like a was having a seizure the whole way down. (I admit that I was scared). I swear the older I get the more of a pansy I become!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xipPh-R9vU/TnQqwR9T4UI/AAAAAAAADJc/Du9Vy2kKxQo/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xipPh-R9vU/TnQqwR9T4UI/AAAAAAAADJc/Du9Vy2kKxQo/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653190441199460674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Miss Brielle and Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVCRLpGoxOA/TnQqZVAHMQI/AAAAAAAADJU/Y3bxgr_AsFo/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B042_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVCRLpGoxOA/TnQqZVAHMQI/AAAAAAAADJU/Y3bxgr_AsFo/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B042_picnik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653190046879527170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed over for the whole weekend. So the next day we hit the river! I absolutely LOVED this! I will for sure be doing this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj_EnPfYZ-c/TnKOSHXtjpI/AAAAAAAADJM/UBtRndzglVo/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj_EnPfYZ-c/TnKOSHXtjpI/AAAAAAAADJM/UBtRndzglVo/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652736924170686098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were nervous about taking Brielle. Some of my bro. said no, some said yes. We decided with the life jackets and with the four man tube we could try it. The Four man tubes are pretty much impossible to tip over. I didnt see one tip over once. And ours never did. My kids had a blast. Brielle didnt love getting splashed so she was done after two times. But luckily with my enormous family, there was always someone to take turns with the kids that didnt want to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esoHEnHfo1s/TnKNL1nNgZI/AAAAAAAADJE/1uuWP5mEMtI/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esoHEnHfo1s/TnKNL1nNgZI/AAAAAAAADJE/1uuWP5mEMtI/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652735716813013394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved it and went down it over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIlxYyu4mrQ/TnKM1juYiuI/AAAAAAAADI8/RlcoQOd8Xqg/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIlxYyu4mrQ/TnKM1juYiuI/AAAAAAAADI8/RlcoQOd8Xqg/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652735334054136546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the four oldest Grandkids. They are hilarious! I love them so much. Braden on the far right is a senior this year. I cant believe he will be heading on a mission soon. Thats sad, crazy, and exciting all at once! This crew is hard to keep up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEX6CfpqP2c/TnKMfKiwo_I/AAAAAAAADI0/anSn2w3_ZV0/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEX6CfpqP2c/TnKMfKiwo_I/AAAAAAAADI0/anSn2w3_ZV0/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652734949337375730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my little family itself! Who I absolutely ADORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xcQucc-_HLc/TnKMQ7vi_rI/AAAAAAAADIs/taiHFcGYD_A/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B087_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xcQucc-_HLc/TnKMQ7vi_rI/AAAAAAAADIs/taiHFcGYD_A/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B087_picnik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652734704846306994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were pooped after all the water. So we went back to the house. We rented this house that used to be a school. And they rent it out as a house now. It has like five bedrooms, a gym, big kitchen, and family room. Only downfall...Im pretty sure its haunted!! (no joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJoY2LDvDcQ/TnKLlZFw-sI/AAAAAAAADIk/cplW1_ILE84/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJoY2LDvDcQ/TnKLlZFw-sI/AAAAAAAADIk/cplW1_ILE84/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652733956809882306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we did a lot of jewelry making.. and watching movies in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aCaXmsS2Qig/TnKLH2mn0zI/AAAAAAAADIc/iSi8ULQZXYk/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aCaXmsS2Qig/TnKLH2mn0zI/AAAAAAAADIc/iSi8ULQZXYk/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652733449336247090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sk0WwwZYv-o/TnI96ZcGR6I/AAAAAAAADIU/9vHZvv87EUg/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sk0WwwZYv-o/TnI96ZcGR6I/AAAAAAAADIU/9vHZvv87EUg/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652648555773839266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dealing with the teenagers. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QX8YOvPuNQo/TnI9sCDzKBI/AAAAAAAADIM/BvPoIpRvRk8/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QX8YOvPuNQo/TnI9sCDzKBI/AAAAAAAADIM/BvPoIpRvRk8/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B0119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652648308979738642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edkNfKZ1CoU/TnI9gnL5OJI/AAAAAAAADIE/XyY1hPePzo4/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edkNfKZ1CoU/TnI9gnL5OJI/AAAAAAAADIE/XyY1hPePzo4/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652648112787372178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course game boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TKAFaxTB71Y/TnI9CLvJFDI/AAAAAAAADH8/vxzSf74luXg/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TKAFaxTB71Y/TnI9CLvJFDI/AAAAAAAADH8/vxzSf74luXg/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652647590022943794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even put some feathers in the girls hair, but Braden thought he would start a new trend and start in on his leg hair. lol. sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ioBO32ebi8/TnQzcohoQpI/AAAAAAAADKU/VjKCCgeY-Yc/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ioBO32ebi8/TnQzcohoQpI/AAAAAAAADKU/VjKCCgeY-Yc/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653199999264637586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last of all... hide and go seek..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P20KDeaQnsc/TnI8wHYdjRI/AAAAAAAADH0/xHhHEIj555I/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P20KDeaQnsc/TnI8wHYdjRI/AAAAAAAADH0/xHhHEIj555I/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652647279616429330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0zcW-fqkwE/TnI8kR7VXFI/AAAAAAAADHs/QN0r3zjRmiM/s1600/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0zcW-fqkwE/TnI8kR7VXFI/AAAAAAAADHs/QN0r3zjRmiM/s400/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652647076288617554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love these yearly memories. I look forward to them every year. I cherish them. And I highly recommend good ole Lava to you all:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-2031106597601225515?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/2031106597601225515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=2031106597601225515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/2031106597601225515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/2031106597601225515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/09/lava-hot-springs.html' title='Lava Hot Springs!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-ALz-1TVtG94/TnQsSxM6Q8I/AAAAAAAADJ8/1Q4CsdMhLzg/s72-c/reunion%2Bbrielle%2Bphotos%2B057_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-6304011587787572869</id><published>2011-09-09T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:11:22.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon</title><content type='html'>My kids LOVE Lagoon. I really wish that we could take them more. But then again, when we end up taking them once a year, it ends up being a real big treat for them. This year we got to meet Steve's whole family there. Which was SO much fun. My kids always have so much fun with their cousins on his side of the family and always wish that they saw them more. Unfortunately, I didnt get even close to getting pictures of everyone! It was just too hard with everyone on the go! Brielle  had so much fun riding in "kiddy land" with Corban most the day and Emily, Kaiya, Jordan and Nikelle. Here is Brielle and Emily Below. Check out those Smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-3eoqiqfUc/Tm0XufVf3pI/AAAAAAAADHM/gK6f6sA66yc/s1600/feathers%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-3eoqiqfUc/Tm0XufVf3pI/AAAAAAAADHM/gK6f6sA66yc/s400/feathers%2B033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651199194872929938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULOckVJ_cg8/Tm0XQS2SrqI/AAAAAAAADHE/IoQt6h1vIDs/s1600/feathers%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULOckVJ_cg8/Tm0XQS2SrqI/AAAAAAAADHE/IoQt6h1vIDs/s400/feathers%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651198676124741282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute Kaiya and Nikelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N17hOL5EtZk/Tm0WzU7T9jI/AAAAAAAADG8/z4fWWtPrj6o/s1600/feathers%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N17hOL5EtZk/Tm0WzU7T9jI/AAAAAAAADG8/z4fWWtPrj6o/s400/feathers%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651198178466461234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stud Mr. Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOSTvStxzWY/Tm0U3FuL83I/AAAAAAAADG0/giSiTR6HUng/s1600/feathers%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOSTvStxzWY/Tm0U3FuL83I/AAAAAAAADG0/giSiTR6HUng/s400/feathers%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651196044081099634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban and Brielle riding the bumper cars. They didnt even "bump" much, Corban was a pretty good driver. He stayed clear of everyone pretty good! He was her little protector all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZXMaT1lKYM/Tm0UaF50LUI/AAAAAAAADGs/oMjt5GoGHiU/s1600/feathers%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZXMaT1lKYM/Tm0UaF50LUI/AAAAAAAADGs/oMjt5GoGHiU/s400/feathers%2B029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651195545913666882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax and Em's. When he was around to give us the time. Ha ha. He was SUCh a big boy. He is too cool now for "Kiddy Land". He rode all the big rides with daddy all day and the older kids. Even Collasses (spell?) and  WICKED! Crazy I know. And loved every min. of it, while I chilled in kiddy land all day, which I was fine with. Because I had taken a girls trip already to Lagoon. lol.  Dax LOVES hanging out with his cousin Anthon. I wish I wouldve gotten a pic. of them together. And I am so sad they dont live closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YmITxw5wfzQ/Tm0Tiq54GDI/AAAAAAAADGk/82TOItuKeug/s1600/feathers%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YmITxw5wfzQ/Tm0Tiq54GDI/AAAAAAAADGk/82TOItuKeug/s400/feathers%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651194593773361202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first ride of the day. Dax was being such a big brother. And it was Brielle's first ride ever. She loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5LjFifexn4/TmpBn30OmYI/AAAAAAAADGc/4FjAT9wOrd8/s1600/feathers%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5LjFifexn4/TmpBn30OmYI/AAAAAAAADGc/4FjAT9wOrd8/s400/feathers%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650400835743422850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle ended up being quite the dare devil herself. She ended up riding on the new ride Bombora. And cried when we made her get off. And she ever went on the Scrambler! I hate that ride. She loved it. She was so little in there. All I could see was her little pony sticking over the top of the cart and her little feet out of the bottom. I thought she would throw up. Nope. She came out and said.. " get back in line" crazy little two year old! I love these memories. I love the older girls as well. Alyssa and Lexi, and Brook and Caitlyn. They are at such a cute, funny and FUN age. I sure wish I knew them better! We had a great time. I always look forward to taking my kids every year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-6304011587787572869?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/6304011587787572869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=6304011587787572869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/6304011587787572869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/6304011587787572869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/09/lagoon.html' title='Lagoon'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-G-3eoqiqfUc/Tm0XufVf3pI/AAAAAAAADHM/gK6f6sA66yc/s72-c/feathers%2B033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-4854732581992669248</id><published>2011-09-07T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T09:22:29.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brielle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjjkAT3K3Gs/TmeZEhjCKPI/AAAAAAAADGU/peO3Rq78HgA/s1600/corban%2Bschool%2B0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjjkAT3K3Gs/TmeZEhjCKPI/AAAAAAAADGU/peO3Rq78HgA/s400/corban%2Bschool%2B0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649652560563415282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little Sass has been enjoying her short one on one time with mom. She loves having everything to herself. She is SO funny. By the end of the day I will start to hear, "where boys at?" So I think she is not quit used to this quietness and loves having her brothers home more than she realizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rSNahJVYIg/TmeZAqB32_I/AAAAAAAADGM/SDcMpHaMSkU/s1600/corban%2Bschool%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rSNahJVYIg/TmeZAqB32_I/AAAAAAAADGM/SDcMpHaMSkU/s400/corban%2Bschool%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649652494120770546" 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/5996546652915136085-4854732581992669248?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/4854732581992669248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=4854732581992669248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4854732581992669248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4854732581992669248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/09/brielle.html' title='Brielle...'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-FjjkAT3K3Gs/TmeZEhjCKPI/AAAAAAAADGU/peO3Rq78HgA/s72-c/corban%2Bschool%2B0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-2631252920666234158</id><published>2011-09-01T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:53:23.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kindergartener!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDrKc6rKjFU/TmQ2WXouWtI/AAAAAAAADFo/M5ySNSxXaIs/s1600/corban%2Bschool%2B0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDrKc6rKjFU/TmQ2WXouWtI/AAAAAAAADFo/M5ySNSxXaIs/s400/corban%2Bschool%2B0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648699590559292114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally made it to Kindergarten! Corban has been waiting ALL week for  this big day! Dax started last week and Corban did NOT think that was  one bit fair. His exact words were "if I dont start with Dax, then Im  not starting at all". Well obviously he changed his mind. He was SO excited we only got one decent picture of him... you can see his excitement in the rest of his photos. He could NOT hold still. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIAFc8CCnIE/TmQ2OfJqUuI/AAAAAAAADFg/N5hQrVay0_k/s1600/corban%2Bschool%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIAFc8CCnIE/TmQ2OfJqUuI/AAAAAAAADFg/N5hQrVay0_k/s400/corban%2Bschool%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648699455137534690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0zPm1onl_Y/TmQ1-0dJCeI/AAAAAAAADFY/_e9WI3woUSM/s1600/corban%2Bschool%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0zPm1onl_Y/TmQ1-0dJCeI/AAAAAAAADFY/_e9WI3woUSM/s400/corban%2Bschool%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648699185978477026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56DhxI_xFl4/TmQ1urI1SNI/AAAAAAAADFQ/A1B4ExZcVVc/s1600/corban%2Bschool%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56DhxI_xFl4/TmQ1urI1SNI/AAAAAAAADFQ/A1B4ExZcVVc/s400/corban%2Bschool%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648698908599470290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9h5DQ-vac8/TmQ1OMqERVI/AAAAAAAADFI/qSPuWMtAVAk/s1600/corban%2Bschool%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9h5DQ-vac8/TmQ1OMqERVI/AAAAAAAADFI/qSPuWMtAVAk/s400/corban%2Bschool%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648698350661551442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtykBoZESZY/TmQ1AVpoS4I/AAAAAAAADFA/AfyNS5uqqmY/s1600/corban%2Bschool%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtykBoZESZY/TmQ1AVpoS4I/AAAAAAAADFA/AfyNS5uqqmY/s400/corban%2Bschool%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648698112557468546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see he had to have a lunchbox too, just like Daxton, even though he knew he would not be eating at school till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52OT-TBJ8Rg/TmQ0wkiS2-I/AAAAAAAADE4/He1Cis_gPQg/s1600/corban%2Bschool%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52OT-TBJ8Rg/TmQ0wkiS2-I/AAAAAAAADE4/He1Cis_gPQg/s400/corban%2Bschool%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648697841675328482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban is going to Sunrise Elementary. He is so very excited about it because he gets to have grandma Helen teach him. We didnt take him to Sunrise for this reason though. We took him to Sunrise specifically for the speech teacher who is absolutely amazing! Grandma is just an absolute PLUS of course! This was actually a VERY hard decision for Steve and I to make. Because for one our little Dax is still at Greenville Elementary... How say that the brothers are not going to be together. But we wanted and NEED the best speech teacher for Corban, especially for Kindergarten because this is the year that really counts for us that we will make our decision if he will need to repeat Kindergarten or not. So we want the best of the best if we can. This speech teacher has been teaching for years and years. And she also does not take the kids out of class at all which is huge for us because Corban is also really shy. So if we can avoid him being taken out of class, well even better.&lt;br /&gt;  We also were so worried about Daxton being sad, either thinking it wasnt fair that he didnt get grandma for a teacher and that he does not have his brother at his school. Well he was so mature and the greatest big brother. He understood that he wants his brother to have a great speech teacher (Corban has been going to speech since he was three) and he wants his brother to have the best. There was no anger at all. I was so proud of him. We prayed a lot, and his first day that we dropped him off, we both knew INSTANTLY that we had made the right choice. Next year most likely depending on how things have progressed, he will return to Greenville with Dax.&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, He LOVES first grade. He knows to call grandma, Teacher, or Mrs. Hellstern. Corban was so cute because when I was asking him about attending grandma Helen's class, he said wait, " will grandma Helen still be my grandma if she is my teacher?" He is still so innocent. I cant believe that he is in Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-2631252920666234158?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/2631252920666234158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=2631252920666234158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/2631252920666234158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/2631252920666234158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-kindergartener.html' title='My Kindergartener!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-EDrKc6rKjFU/TmQ2WXouWtI/AAAAAAAADFo/M5ySNSxXaIs/s72-c/corban%2Bschool%2B0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-8736690654378356077</id><published>2011-08-26T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T07:35:48.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Grader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jG2vpvQLoMs/TlesUv0iKoI/AAAAAAAADEw/eUOpv_Cr9ks/s1600/dax%2Bfirst%2Bday%2Bof%2Bschool%2B0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jG2vpvQLoMs/TlesUv0iKoI/AAAAAAAADEw/eUOpv_Cr9ks/s400/dax%2Bfirst%2Bday%2Bof%2Bschool%2B0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645170130366376578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh this day was a bittersweet one for me. Dax is the type of boy that has to be entertained 24/7 (the complete opposite of his brother). He can be entertained if he is playing the Wii or playstation, but I am not one to let my kid sit in front of the T.V all day. We had a time limit each day, then I made him go outside and play. Especially here in Cache Valley where its Winter more than half the time. I told him to go and enjoy the warm weather. Needless to say, we had some long summer days. He was happy when school arrived. Isnt he handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLMfW9TrRoo/Tler9dKymrI/AAAAAAAADEg/ILB-I18_unQ/s1600/dax%2Bfirst%2Bday%2Bof%2Bschool%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLMfW9TrRoo/Tler9dKymrI/AAAAAAAADEg/ILB-I18_unQ/s400/dax%2Bfirst%2Bday%2Bof%2Bschool%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645169730222463666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax woke up SO early the first day of school and went to bed so late the night before with SO many questions. He had a long wait in the morning with lots of anxiety. I was so worried he was not going to eat enough at lunch because he would be too excited to get to recess, so I stressed that he needed to EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zoKCgVKr_Gw/TlerqA35_MI/AAAAAAAADEY/N7Ehfdvv400/s1600/dax%2Bfirst%2Bday%2Bof%2Bschool%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zoKCgVKr_Gw/TlerqA35_MI/AAAAAAAADEY/N7Ehfdvv400/s400/dax%2Bfirst%2Bday%2Bof%2Bschool%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645169396209548482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything worked out great! He said it was a LONG day, and that he likes school and that he even ate all of his food except for the cake because it looked kinda gross. ha ha. I sure do love this kid of mine. He is so smart and pushes us to the limit to test us because he knows he is so smart the little stinker. He has a soft and sensitive heart and cares about others so much, and wants to be friends with everyone and tries SO hard to be. He makes me proud daily and I cant believe the he is old enough to be in First Grade. I would'nt trade him for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-8736690654378356077?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/8736690654378356077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=8736690654378356077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8736690654378356077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8736690654378356077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-1st-grader.html' title='My 1st Grader'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-jG2vpvQLoMs/TlesUv0iKoI/AAAAAAAADEw/eUOpv_Cr9ks/s72-c/dax%2Bfirst%2Bday%2Bof%2Bschool%2B0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-8582725428812385993</id><published>2011-08-18T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:08:03.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishin time!</title><content type='html'>Fishing was so much fun with the kids! They dont love the fishing on the boat because they dont love being stuck out in the lake and Brielle is ALWAYS trying to jump in the water. But then again they dont have the best patience on the side always waiting either. So the Fish Hatchery is PERFECT for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyCZPN4RajU/Tk2w23ycNXI/AAAAAAAADDY/W4cTaq1EiMQ/s1600/1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyCZPN4RajU/Tk2w23ycNXI/AAAAAAAADDY/W4cTaq1EiMQ/s400/1769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642360364900038002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax caught one instantly and was so super proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tuukek8NRjo/TlJua-JSchI/AAAAAAAADEI/z4oho9EmxF4/s1600/1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tuukek8NRjo/TlJua-JSchI/AAAAAAAADEI/z4oho9EmxF4/s400/1779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643694692686262802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was so intrigued with getting the fish hook out, the blood and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_p15zyVSHE/TlJtw5cx24I/AAAAAAAADEA/Lm5CQTKt0eE/s1600/1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_p15zyVSHE/TlJtw5cx24I/AAAAAAAADEA/Lm5CQTKt0eE/s400/1770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643693969871330178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban and Brielle on the other hand, were scared of the fish. Once Dax would start pulling one out of the water and it started splashing, they would both take of running. It was so funny. But they were ok to look at them close when they were stuck in the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4s4Q0fqes/TlJtZlfTPDI/AAAAAAAADD4/anXsN69Nv0I/s1600/1773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4s4Q0fqes/TlJtZlfTPDI/AAAAAAAADD4/anXsN69Nv0I/s400/1773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643693569376205874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Fish are splashing in this pic. And Brielle would be running if I was not holding her. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viiGdl5Qhuo/TlJs8XREeUI/AAAAAAAADDw/rAh5tEQ_iPI/s1600/1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viiGdl5Qhuo/TlJs8XREeUI/AAAAAAAADDw/rAh5tEQ_iPI/s400/1767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643693067342215490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjOyUrxVErs/Tk2zDFfjkRI/AAAAAAAADDo/bQ1rsdmKiug/s1600/1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjOyUrxVErs/Tk2zDFfjkRI/AAAAAAAADDo/bQ1rsdmKiug/s400/1776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642362773760610578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Corban and Miss Brielle were fine just chillin together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E024TyTo4Tg/Tk2x2ZOWFbI/AAAAAAAADDg/nMriQkFTGXM/s1600/1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E024TyTo4Tg/Tk2x2ZOWFbI/AAAAAAAADDg/nMriQkFTGXM/s400/1780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642361456207205810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We caught a lot. Here are the "goods". Lots of FUN!! Then they cut them and bag them for you. Its perfect. So everyone had fish to eat for dinner except me. YUCK!! I would much rather have a PB&amp;amp;J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-8582725428812385993?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/8582725428812385993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=8582725428812385993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8582725428812385993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8582725428812385993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/08/fishin-time.html' title='Fishin time!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-DyCZPN4RajU/Tk2w23ycNXI/AAAAAAAADDY/W4cTaq1EiMQ/s72-c/1769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-4686487115596506795</id><published>2011-08-11T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:08:47.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T- ball Time</title><content type='html'>T-ball was especially fun this year for my boys because they had their cousin Payden on their team. I must admit that I am glad that it is over. Ha ha, T-ball is just not that excited to watch, and it was always in the heat of the day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mecQc-9r31Q/TkSE3v_0QgI/AAAAAAAADCw/x0OG5FAmLms/s1600/01759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mecQc-9r31Q/TkSE3v_0QgI/AAAAAAAADCw/x0OG5FAmLms/s400/01759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639778726686507522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban loved learning how to hit it without using the T. And he was actually super good at it. He is quite the little runner too. Very entertaining to watch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2wDAFm16wM/TkSE_Xp_1NI/AAAAAAAADC4/iBhX1yOW7Q4/s1600/01757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2wDAFm16wM/TkSE_Xp_1NI/AAAAAAAADC4/iBhX1yOW7Q4/s400/01757.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639778857591493842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax loved it when he didnt have to use the T has well. Getting them ready for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5aAwHUPWp4/TkSElTuFMRI/AAAAAAAADCo/MCnkl0ucMKY/s1600/01756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5aAwHUPWp4/TkSElTuFMRI/AAAAAAAADCo/MCnkl0ucMKY/s400/01756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639778409858281746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Dax and Corban in the outfield. Dont they look thrilled. Corban usually was sitting staring anywhere but at his field, and Dax usually would just be chatting away with whoever he was around, on his team or not. It was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbgMVjvp-AU/TkSEXxbkybI/AAAAAAAADCg/Cba3WKZPxzw/s1600/1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbgMVjvp-AU/TkSEXxbkybI/AAAAAAAADCg/Cba3WKZPxzw/s400/1747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639778177315555762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are all waiting there turn to bat. Dax is #13, Corban is #8 and Payden is #6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3FbZWcxXts/TkSFUyp4W4I/AAAAAAAADDA/Vra0bXwtlnk/s1600/1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3FbZWcxXts/TkSFUyp4W4I/AAAAAAAADDA/Vra0bXwtlnk/s400/1751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639779225616014210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Miss Brielle has been up too well... Miss Drama Queen and NOT getting potty trained! Here she is after us talking to her (again) about big girl pants and putting them on, sitting in front of her diaper box, starting to cry! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BW7ZjHPxR_w/TkSS2b0hM3I/AAAAAAAADDQ/Lgofp4z9NqA/s1600/1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BW7ZjHPxR_w/TkSS2b0hM3I/AAAAAAAADDQ/Lgofp4z9NqA/s400/1658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639794097253331826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She wants to stay in diapers FOREVER! She will even bring me a new diaper and wipes and say "mom, change my bum!" uh I think she is for sure old enough and understands completely that she can be a big girl and go potty in the toilet. Oh what to do. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-prYRDq2qJi8/TkSSlC1bfMI/AAAAAAAADDI/WSjoi3puH7U/s1600/1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-prYRDq2qJi8/TkSSlC1bfMI/AAAAAAAADDI/WSjoi3puH7U/s400/1657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639793798488489154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-4686487115596506795?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/4686487115596506795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=4686487115596506795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4686487115596506795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4686487115596506795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/08/t-ball-time.html' title='T- ball Time'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-mecQc-9r31Q/TkSE3v_0QgI/AAAAAAAADCw/x0OG5FAmLms/s72-c/01759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-5889731615878545070</id><published>2011-08-01T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T20:38:58.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer camping &amp; Hikes</title><content type='html'>We Went camping with Steve's family in June, yes June and I am just posting. And may I say it was FREEZING, ha ha. We stayed up by Minnetonka cave in Bear lake, and went through the cave. So fun with the kids. Although, it was snowing on us when we came out. Yes SNOWING. Which made it super cold at night. And Steve and I were the only unlucky ones to be in a tent. The rest of his family is super cool to have campers. Luckily the next day was warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MS8Z8Ea78QE/Tjiy7NAfk7I/AAAAAAAADCI/EMuw3PcZUJE/s1600/1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MS8Z8Ea78QE/Tjiy7NAfk7I/AAAAAAAADCI/EMuw3PcZUJE/s400/1676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636451663827932082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately we didnt get to have his whole family here. But we had fun with the who was here. And my kids always have a blast with the cousins who I wish we saw more! p.s. notice the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PE8hhG8VSQs/Tji3Hxs3ILI/AAAAAAAADCQ/XxIdbaqTo3I/s1600/01709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PE8hhG8VSQs/Tji3Hxs3ILI/AAAAAAAADCQ/XxIdbaqTo3I/s400/01709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636456277882642610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steve took the kids BB gun shooting, and they are actually pretty good at it. ( I know this pic. is a tad bit disturbing the way they are holding the gun, apparently they are not loaded!). They both asked for a .22 guns for Christmas. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kWuL82IGWHA/TjiyhASz2fI/AAAAAAAADCA/R6gWvKHGRc0/s1600/1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kWuL82IGWHA/TjiyhASz2fI/AAAAAAAADCA/R6gWvKHGRc0/s400/1680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636451213738498546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Brielle Had lots of fun camping, this trip was a little bit colder! So we had jackets on most the time. And we FROZE at night. I didnt sleep a bit because I slept with Brielle, and she likes to move to the top of the tent out of the sleeping bag. So I kept pulling her down in her bag. But we had SO many blankets on top of us, that I didnt want her to suffocate either. Oh the joys of paranoid parenting. HAHA. But other than the night time. It was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PtsTxxHYddc/TjiwC-Sge0I/AAAAAAAADB4/zu3yZm0-8Oo/s1600/1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PtsTxxHYddc/TjiwC-Sge0I/AAAAAAAADB4/zu3yZm0-8Oo/s400/1686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636448498781027138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Kristi and Colby, she is a trooper, pregnant and all, and she is up camping, nope you cant even tell. She looks awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pl2GjS1ZU3s/Tjiu6pRjMMI/AAAAAAAADBo/Zu2XRps9H0k/s1600/1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pl2GjS1ZU3s/Tjiu6pRjMMI/AAAAAAAADBo/Zu2XRps9H0k/s400/1681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636447256189284546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Jason and My sweet Niece Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyyUjZ6dl7I/TjiuowqZYQI/AAAAAAAADBg/91yJ_gRIcmg/s1600/01682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyyUjZ6dl7I/TjiuowqZYQI/AAAAAAAADBg/91yJ_gRIcmg/s400/01682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636446948934902018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My big boy Corban who has to do EVERYTHING himself! LOvE him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sSmR6y6hUXA/TjiufFZj1yI/AAAAAAAADBY/vfAEV8Ix0QQ/s1600/01673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sSmR6y6hUXA/TjiufFZj1yI/AAAAAAAADBY/vfAEV8Ix0QQ/s400/01673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636446782702737186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LAzy Brielle herself. haha. She kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PwxSZOWz2Cw/TjisH3txS4I/AAAAAAAADBQ/PgUDE8iIpTo/s1600/1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PwxSZOWz2Cw/TjisH3txS4I/AAAAAAAADBQ/PgUDE8iIpTo/s400/1695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636444184869161858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids were looking forward to the lake so much the next day that we just had to try it. Of course the cold water, (remember it snowed on us the day before) and wind didnt seem to phase the kids a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TN2SLUflKvc/TjirsVBt8CI/AAAAAAAADBI/vx4HsL6jyBY/s1600/1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TN2SLUflKvc/TjirsVBt8CI/AAAAAAAADBI/vx4HsL6jyBY/s400/1697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636443711701119010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The adults on the other hand, were not as big of troopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-20vnHblmy5Q/Tjira37GW2I/AAAAAAAADBA/ToY-vYtIJuU/s1600/1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-20vnHblmy5Q/Tjira37GW2I/AAAAAAAADBA/ToY-vYtIJuU/s400/1691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636443411830954850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPHGRSLZ8IM/TjjCfWo9saI/AAAAAAAADCY/SfYpm-BnluE/s1600/1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPHGRSLZ8IM/TjjCfWo9saI/AAAAAAAADCY/SfYpm-BnluE/s400/1702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636468777563304354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The princesses just being easy breezy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bExXGObx8cQ/TjirAADLyoI/AAAAAAAADA4/f6bxPvas0H0/s1600/1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bExXGObx8cQ/TjirAADLyoI/AAAAAAAADA4/f6bxPvas0H0/s400/1707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636442950155881090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the famous entertainment of the majority of camping. Good thing I brought the wiggle cars. They would take them  up the hill and zoom on down. The cousins didnt have a wiggle car, this one is Brielles in the pic. she didnt get much of a turn with it since she was the little one up there. She was SO nice to share. And take the back seat more often than not. Look at them go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XXHuP-e4H70/TjiqZ870BYI/AAAAAAAADAw/ABfFLpNZalI/s1600/1660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XXHuP-e4H70/TjiqZ870BYI/AAAAAAAADAw/ABfFLpNZalI/s400/1660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636442296484627842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another summer adventure. We did the "Castle Rock" Hike is what we called it always growing up behind my house that I grew up in above Lundstrom Park. My boys LOVED it. The houses go up half the mountain now, so i remember it a lot harder. ha ha. But it was just perfect for the boys age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfHZo0jNN9w/TjipEg0kN0I/AAAAAAAADAo/SqIhOCYVZ1E/s1600/1668.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnYF4Km_m6U/TjbFZtEn6xI/AAAAAAAAC_w/4dc_8Vf8sX0/s1600/1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnYF4Km_m6U/TjbFZtEn6xI/AAAAAAAAC_w/4dc_8Vf8sX0/s400/1661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635909029087144722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax is scoping out the road ahead, it was super hot this day in July, we left Brielle behind with grandma for this hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4efZkwuxbs/TjbGH0sYGMI/AAAAAAAAC_4/0fGXKeg_XSg/s1600/1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4efZkwuxbs/TjbGH0sYGMI/AAAAAAAAC_4/0fGXKeg_XSg/s400/1663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635909821406910658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we got to the top, we ate some lunch and enjoyed the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7WKGWCViMw/TjiormOJJVI/AAAAAAAADAg/Si5k6FMpNJQ/s1600/1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7WKGWCViMw/TjiormOJJVI/AAAAAAAADAg/Si5k6FMpNJQ/s400/1669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636440400601883986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Uy6q9m4Rik/TjioFhwWOmI/AAAAAAAADAY/lkDjDb1ITZE/s1600/1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Uy6q9m4Rik/TjioFhwWOmI/AAAAAAAADAY/lkDjDb1ITZE/s400/1666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636439746568141410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bNdPh4fDeg/TjbHzeQCloI/AAAAAAAADAI/vgytbm8gtfo/s1600/1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bNdPh4fDeg/TjbHzeQCloI/AAAAAAAADAI/vgytbm8gtfo/s400/1672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635911670808352386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4VPLymuQAE/TjbGcJQFysI/AAAAAAAADAA/heE9NAYOg7c/s1600/1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4VPLymuQAE/TjbGcJQFysI/AAAAAAAADAA/heE9NAYOg7c/s400/1665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635910170522798786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnYF4Km_m6U/TjbFZtEn6xI/AAAAAAAAC_w/4dc_8Vf8sX0/s1600/1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfHZo0jNN9w/TjipEg0kN0I/AAAAAAAADAo/SqIhOCYVZ1E/s1600/1668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfHZo0jNN9w/TjipEg0kN0I/AAAAAAAADAo/SqIhOCYVZ1E/s400/1668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636440828649158466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was little, we could spot my house SO easy living so close to the park, but the trees are a lot bigger now and we could not see it, not even a little. The boys were so proud of themselves that they made the hike, What  a fun memory. I sure do love these simple summer days and simple pleasures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-5889731615878545070?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/5889731615878545070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=5889731615878545070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5889731615878545070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5889731615878545070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-camping-hikes.html' title='Summer camping &amp; Hikes'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-MS8Z8Ea78QE/Tjiy7NAfk7I/AAAAAAAADCI/EMuw3PcZUJE/s72-c/1676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-8393300680968099251</id><published>2011-07-23T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:17:40.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One My Favorite Holidays...4th of July</title><content type='html'>I LOVE the Fourth of July! I always have. There is something about the Fireworks that brings me back to feeling like a kid again. I love our family traditions. And I love what the Fourth Stands for. This is kind of a pic. overload. So beware. The first to Start off is My miss Brielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hMRHvJmFDU/TixR3lVnHqI/AAAAAAAAC_g/XUAy2HyYB3g/s1600/1723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hMRHvJmFDU/TixR3lVnHqI/AAAAAAAAC_g/XUAy2HyYB3g/s400/1723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632967249291058850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think she has food in her mouth in every picture. Oh how I LOVE her age right now. She is very sassy, and smart, and a Diva through and through and keeps a laughing NON stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6twCvTE6C8/TixRimUOeAI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/_BRsAm6AyuA/s1600/1720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6twCvTE6C8/TixRimUOeAI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/_BRsAm6AyuA/s400/1720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632966888776431618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Queen and Princess of the House. HA haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Edp2P29ZeM/TixQ7XPvWuI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/KcFqluDcYbQ/s1600/1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Edp2P29ZeM/TixQ7XPvWuI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/KcFqluDcYbQ/s400/1721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632966214716185314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Best" and Brielle. Her favorite Auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-six3ApnmCT8/TixQbLMwvBI/AAAAAAAAC_I/NQFG-M3KHN8/s1600/1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-six3ApnmCT8/TixQbLMwvBI/AAAAAAAAC_I/NQFG-M3KHN8/s400/1725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632965661726653458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, I have a lot of Pic. of Brielle. The boys are a lot harder to catch. They are always off playing somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gKFPcFxMVaw/TixQBB6HOKI/AAAAAAAAC_A/zhoAXg44XQQ/s1600/1726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gKFPcFxMVaw/TixQBB6HOKI/AAAAAAAAC_A/zhoAXg44XQQ/s400/1726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632965212555917474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Miss Brielle and Mr. Corban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qFFN_S07a00/TixPqRC9T_I/AAAAAAAAC-4/AYdqtWg8sbc/s1600/1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qFFN_S07a00/TixPqRC9T_I/AAAAAAAAC-4/AYdqtWg8sbc/s400/1728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632964821482557426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting "patiently" for the fireworks. My Handsome Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2HJDEUybulM/TixPQ8UWfPI/AAAAAAAAC-w/yqqwKvT-FV8/s1600/1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2HJDEUybulM/TixPQ8UWfPI/AAAAAAAAC-w/yqqwKvT-FV8/s400/1729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632964386421636338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleepover at Grandmas house after the fireworks in the tent in the back yard with Aunt Heather. What Better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cHJZscY82II/TixO69P8liI/AAAAAAAAC-o/Xn3mFLFqPyI/s1600/1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cHJZscY82II/TixO69P8liI/AAAAAAAAC-o/Xn3mFLFqPyI/s400/1732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632964008714475042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a tent with three parts, this was the girls room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHygW0Y1vyY/TixOnGjGk0I/AAAAAAAAC-g/t_qsqHRnf-c/s1600/1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHygW0Y1vyY/TixOnGjGk0I/AAAAAAAAC-g/t_qsqHRnf-c/s400/1733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632963667613356866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the boys room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uc7tO34cCE4/TitbyehU9eI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/MxgztCOW8LA/s1600/1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uc7tO34cCE4/TitbyehU9eI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/MxgztCOW8LA/s400/1734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632696681701373410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Next day we all had a lovely water day! Here are my Cute nieces Brynlee and Belle and miss Brielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQ4QHJSxGoc/TitKA151-jI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/HELiP79HDFU/s1600/1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQ4QHJSxGoc/TitKA151-jI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/HELiP79HDFU/s400/1737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632677137287084594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Corban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2z5sQRXIeC8/TitJoCCcUfI/AAAAAAAAC-I/y7Ytgd2V7II/s1600/1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2z5sQRXIeC8/TitJoCCcUfI/AAAAAAAAC-I/y7Ytgd2V7II/s400/1739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632676711047647730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the rest of the bunch. Dax, Grayson, McKade, Oliviah, and Brynlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxe_9NmEcxk/TitI9ry9BKI/AAAAAAAAC-A/R33rEY5ERqU/s1600/1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxe_9NmEcxk/TitI9ry9BKI/AAAAAAAAC-A/R33rEY5ERqU/s400/1736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632675983522596002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_9AHJ4D4AxY/TitIujKnXPI/AAAAAAAAC94/SenBbpUwAF0/s1600/1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_9AHJ4D4AxY/TitIujKnXPI/AAAAAAAAC94/SenBbpUwAF0/s400/1735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632675723507883250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course we had to end the night of with our own Fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1A6uxg9dLg/TitIAD7VCbI/AAAAAAAAC9w/-Goy7zkKyxc/s1600/1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1A6uxg9dLg/TitIAD7VCbI/AAAAAAAAC9w/-Goy7zkKyxc/s400/1742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632674924848286130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTJxxAEClI0/TitHuomm_sI/AAAAAAAAC9o/J-_k9fI0Q8o/s1600/1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTJxxAEClI0/TitHuomm_sI/AAAAAAAAC9o/J-_k9fI0Q8o/s400/1741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632674625455849154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApLwZjqHZto/TitHgNDAf1I/AAAAAAAAC9g/5HmgqK501MU/s1600/1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApLwZjqHZto/TitHgNDAf1I/AAAAAAAAC9g/5HmgqK501MU/s400/1743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632674377540599634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope your holiday was as lovely as mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-8393300680968099251?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/8393300680968099251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=8393300680968099251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8393300680968099251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8393300680968099251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-favorite4th-of-july.html' title='One My Favorite Holidays...4th of July'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-1hMRHvJmFDU/TixR3lVnHqI/AAAAAAAAC_g/XUAy2HyYB3g/s72-c/1723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-658573341506033389</id><published>2011-06-23T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:31:34.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2011</title><content type='html'>Easter Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aKM7XFkfEMI/TgN3QWUfgTI/AAAAAAAAC9I/J8e40bA4bEo/s1600/easter%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aKM7XFkfEMI/TgN3QWUfgTI/AAAAAAAAC9I/J8e40bA4bEo/s400/easter%2B027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621467882641654066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ok42tMkr4w/TgN33cKZTvI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/7B36PbRaYaI/s1600/easter%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ok42tMkr4w/TgN33cKZTvI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/7B36PbRaYaI/s400/easter%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621468554224815858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My two favorite ladies in the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rM_IZ95Sy4c/TgN27a3QoVI/AAAAAAAAC9A/r1zW64bVBfM/s1600/easter%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rM_IZ95Sy4c/TgN27a3QoVI/AAAAAAAAC9A/r1zW64bVBfM/s400/easter%2B049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621467523083968850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle LOVES these shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RpcF6jtriw/TgN2khLF-HI/AAAAAAAAC84/JRjvipTfKEo/s1600/easter%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RpcF6jtriw/TgN2khLF-HI/AAAAAAAAC84/JRjvipTfKEo/s400/easter%2B046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621467129640777842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle the Easter bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-944itqteIZY/TgN2MRuOWhI/AAAAAAAAC8w/GR22VB2WmIs/s1600/easter%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-944itqteIZY/TgN2MRuOWhI/AAAAAAAAC8w/GR22VB2WmIs/s400/easter%2B052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621466713176300050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOVE MY BOYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbe7w_2HHP0/TgN3qTs-zkI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/o1r0SCSqhSQ/s1600/easter%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbe7w_2HHP0/TgN3qTs-zkI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/o1r0SCSqhSQ/s400/easter%2B041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621468328615661122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IyirqB3iv-s/TgN04yVPsDI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/533FeXXSctY/s1600/easter%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban is pretty darn cute, even with his blue teeth from the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rM-AC0LAInA/TgN0lVtfVqI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/YQ59v8WC2ZI/s1600/easter%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rM-AC0LAInA/TgN0lVtfVqI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/YQ59v8WC2ZI/s400/easter%2B044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621464944720434850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax is growing up too fast, I dont know what else to say about it, other than I think he is getting more handsome everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aReJ_HRh0Hw/TgN0XSs6lgI/AAAAAAAAC8I/G3nuSCqE8z4/s1600/easter%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aReJ_HRh0Hw/TgN0XSs6lgI/AAAAAAAAC8I/G3nuSCqE8z4/s400/easter%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621464703394551298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Great Grandma Helen that has the fabulous traditions. Here are the grandkids missing a few of the older ones. Its always a fun time, dying eggs and having the Easter egg hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCnlGvsN55A/TgN0A0K8c3I/AAAAAAAAC8A/XaKxTbCtYsM/s1600/easter%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCnlGvsN55A/TgN0A0K8c3I/AAAAAAAAC8A/XaKxTbCtYsM/s400/easter%2B021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621464317241881458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love to dye Easter eggs. Its a lot of fun. Gets a little crazy with all the kids, but thats was makes the memories even more priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MwdRT4AY5gs/TgNzwqOu-TI/AAAAAAAAC74/e8tcNg15BgU/s1600/easter%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MwdRT4AY5gs/TgNzwqOu-TI/AAAAAAAAC74/e8tcNg15BgU/s400/easter%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621464039695513906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kids never leave without colored hands, especially Corban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hyKaIZftilI/TgNzflM9RXI/AAAAAAAAC7w/FC61kb8A6Zg/s1600/easter%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hyKaIZftilI/TgNzflM9RXI/AAAAAAAAC7w/FC61kb8A6Zg/s400/easter%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621463746288108914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle continued to stir and stir and stir her egg while in the food coloring. Needless to say, not the cleanest way to dye eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CvPlBsDY-9Y/TgNzVPBMUhI/AAAAAAAAC7o/a0K6WVloehc/s1600/easter%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CvPlBsDY-9Y/TgNzVPBMUhI/AAAAAAAAC7o/a0K6WVloehc/s400/easter%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621463568534491666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hunt was on...Brielle carried her bag like a purse all around the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkgaPhgkBGw/TgNy_OKI2fI/AAAAAAAAC7g/XAKBGWZT2Yc/s1600/easter%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkgaPhgkBGw/TgNy_OKI2fI/AAAAAAAAC7g/XAKBGWZT2Yc/s400/easter%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621463190346455538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vV4CfqEosYc/TgN1_glRHqI/AAAAAAAAC8o/G-6X4SOYvwc/s1600/easter%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vV4CfqEosYc/TgN1_glRHqI/AAAAAAAAC8o/G-6X4SOYvwc/s400/easter%2B059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621466493826965154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyirRvLeuuA/TgNypxk-twI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/D1txEUrH-64/s1600/easter%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyirRvLeuuA/TgNypxk-twI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/D1txEUrH-64/s400/easter%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621462821897156354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8R9gTNo7b1k/TgNyc8e967I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/_YAkXy7Cvf0/s1600/easter%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8R9gTNo7b1k/TgNyc8e967I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/_YAkXy7Cvf0/s400/easter%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621462601486429106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V51qjhSz94E/TgNyKzsrluI/AAAAAAAAC7I/0GRQ-VD-P8Y/s1600/easter%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V51qjhSz94E/TgNyKzsrluI/AAAAAAAAC7I/0GRQ-VD-P8Y/s400/easter%2B012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621462289890383586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovely as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lAH_rqIPmX4/TgNxtArs0DI/AAAAAAAAC7A/MaO2AS7bHFA/s1600/easter%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPdkUba5ITU/TgNxcaHohcI/AAAAAAAAC64/Dcdt6pxr4sw/s1600/easter%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-658573341506033389?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/658573341506033389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=658573341506033389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/658573341506033389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/658573341506033389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/06/easter-2011.html' title='Easter 2011'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-aKM7XFkfEMI/TgN3QWUfgTI/AAAAAAAAC9I/J8e40bA4bEo/s72-c/easter%2B027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-8538645438517484664</id><published>2011-05-05T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:18:19.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vM2ivO6fsdU/TcMFo5ZCbTI/AAAAAAAAC6s/t9usw3GYLIg/s1600/sledding%2B073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vM2ivO6fsdU/TcMFo5ZCbTI/AAAAAAAAC6s/t9usw3GYLIg/s400/sledding%2B073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603328561537772850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finished up the winter with a little bit of sledding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tASeQBVjikk/TcMFatUg2KI/AAAAAAAAC6k/csqRNmB006U/s1600/sledding%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tASeQBVjikk/TcMFatUg2KI/AAAAAAAAC6k/csqRNmB006U/s400/sledding%2B022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603328317779400866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of us were a bit nervous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2G-j6oI2YA/TcMFNADe9jI/AAAAAAAAC6c/CHw8aHgK7qQ/s1600/sledding%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2G-j6oI2YA/TcMFNADe9jI/AAAAAAAAC6c/CHw8aHgK7qQ/s400/sledding%2B058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603328082290079282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some just super excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ma9gar0p-8M/TcME1_7lLMI/AAAAAAAAC6U/UNwU-lRm830/s1600/sledding%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ma9gar0p-8M/TcME1_7lLMI/AAAAAAAAC6U/UNwU-lRm830/s400/sledding%2B048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603327687119940802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And some quite a bit scared. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9780MoaR3Us/TcMEMxL71SI/AAAAAAAAC6M/sFPo81Qmj_A/s1600/sledding%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9780MoaR3Us/TcMEMxL71SI/AAAAAAAAC6M/sFPo81Qmj_A/s400/sledding%2B036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603326978787366178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Needless to say, we had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MM2M5aQlOqs/TcMDaNj9jsI/AAAAAAAAC6E/pQ4967qKlqk/s1600/sledding%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MM2M5aQlOqs/TcMDaNj9jsI/AAAAAAAAC6E/pQ4967qKlqk/s400/sledding%2B071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603326110231006914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8Ahq8QIj3E/TcMDIViuIwI/AAAAAAAAC58/1GBu7zBZ1V4/s1600/sledding%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8Ahq8QIj3E/TcMDIViuIwI/AAAAAAAAC58/1GBu7zBZ1V4/s400/sledding%2B062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603325803135640322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OeIh4X2_SSo/TcMCglkHUBI/AAAAAAAAC50/fX2i5uX6vME/s1600/sledding%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OeIh4X2_SSo/TcMCglkHUBI/AAAAAAAAC50/fX2i5uX6vME/s400/sledding%2B061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603325120241684498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we are happily welcoming SPRING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gVSpPiss5H8/TcMCTUtBZCI/AAAAAAAAC5s/tg1FlXN8CtU/s1600/sledding%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gVSpPiss5H8/TcMCTUtBZCI/AAAAAAAAC5s/tg1FlXN8CtU/s400/sledding%2B056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603324892377343010" 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/5996546652915136085-8538645438517484664?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/8538645438517484664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=8538645438517484664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8538645438517484664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8538645438517484664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/05/goodbye-winter.html' title='Goodbye Winter'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-vM2ivO6fsdU/TcMFo5ZCbTI/AAAAAAAAC6s/t9usw3GYLIg/s72-c/sledding%2B073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-7519565075527054062</id><published>2011-04-29T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T11:13:21.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My NAUGHTY two year old!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlDPF7nJT8A/Tbs8m0caxUI/AAAAAAAAC5k/cIbuk18sCuI/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlDPF7nJT8A/Tbs8m0caxUI/AAAAAAAAC5k/cIbuk18sCuI/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601137199175877954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is OBSESSED with the toilet for real!!! I turn my back for a min. and she is playing in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VPf_6PluAak/Tbs7uOGHyRI/AAAAAAAAC5c/7n6H_OkERyQ/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VPf_6PluAak/Tbs7uOGHyRI/AAAAAAAAC5c/7n6H_OkERyQ/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601136226809137426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time it was with the Nesquick as you can see. It "was" a full, new Nesquick. She was flushing it down the toilet, and apparently eating it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWQWoGUvWsc/Tbs6NpQBVCI/AAAAAAAAC5U/fvq4j_WpwHI/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWQWoGUvWsc/Tbs6NpQBVCI/AAAAAAAAC5U/fvq4j_WpwHI/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601134567651103778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was hard to get mad at this face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioulT6TVPnc/Tbs51PGP2XI/AAAAAAAAC5M/pKSQLWyXhSg/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioulT6TVPnc/Tbs51PGP2XI/AAAAAAAAC5M/pKSQLWyXhSg/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601134148313930098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was NOT pleased to say the least. I had Dax on the floor dipping his finger in it eating it (GROSS) and Corban in the hall crying, yelling "my chocolate milk". Oh what a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-7519565075527054062?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/7519565075527054062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=7519565075527054062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7519565075527054062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7519565075527054062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-naughty-two-year-old.html' title='My NAUGHTY two year old!!!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-LlDPF7nJT8A/Tbs8m0caxUI/AAAAAAAAC5k/cIbuk18sCuI/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-7885104327742442244</id><published>2011-04-04T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:29:16.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corban turns 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ABiI7Xj5oR4/TZoNO-FDV0I/AAAAAAAAC5E/H88HvNpooys/s1600/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ABiI7Xj5oR4/TZoNO-FDV0I/AAAAAAAAC5E/H88HvNpooys/s400/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591796438167410498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby boy turned 5 on March 26th. He has been waiting for this day for a long time. We rented a bounce house for the day. Unfortunately the weather was not so lovely for us. So we moved the party to my mom's school gym. Thank goodness for her help. It was a mad house with all the kids running around in and out of the bounce house and slide, but they had a BLAST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--w-bc_YSkP0/TZoNBTO8UaI/AAAAAAAAC48/iRx-3LuZYk8/s1600/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--w-bc_YSkP0/TZoNBTO8UaI/AAAAAAAAC48/iRx-3LuZYk8/s400/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591796203327869346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think his smile says it all! :) The kids were VERY entertained the whole time. I could hardly get the kids to come out for presents and cake and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcwbfskE_pw/TZoMw0fmUVI/AAAAAAAAC40/7ZF_YkdWYAI/s1600/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcwbfskE_pw/TZoMw0fmUVI/AAAAAAAAC40/7ZF_YkdWYAI/s400/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591795920198324562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TtRU1iVBCss/TZoMmCX1ZUI/AAAAAAAAC4s/Gmgi-FVUFZo/s1600/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TtRU1iVBCss/TZoMmCX1ZUI/AAAAAAAAC4s/Gmgi-FVUFZo/s400/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591795734945293634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2FxhHZRaPI/TZoMRiNRxOI/AAAAAAAAC4k/qFCU4y1ucFk/s1600/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2FxhHZRaPI/TZoMRiNRxOI/AAAAAAAAC4k/qFCU4y1ucFk/s400/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591795382713697506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or walking around in Aunt Kristi's shoes. (which she was very well at actually)  She has a huge shoe fetish right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkpgjrLrNJ8/TZoMEhSV4QI/AAAAAAAAC4c/ujEzWCxMUpc/s1600/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkpgjrLrNJ8/TZoMEhSV4QI/AAAAAAAAC4c/ujEzWCxMUpc/s400/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591795159128203522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He got spoiled by loving friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84h8STWi13s/TZoLzFw51bI/AAAAAAAAC4U/Wnhky4aDjg8/s1600/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84h8STWi13s/TZoLzFw51bI/AAAAAAAAC4U/Wnhky4aDjg8/s400/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591794859682420146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TzaUxCy94a0/TZoLnpAUEiI/AAAAAAAAC4M/I9mfimRNRLs/s1600/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TzaUxCy94a0/TZoLnpAUEiI/AAAAAAAAC4M/I9mfimRNRLs/s400/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591794662983864866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OttI3K0wrg8/TZoLGU2fDjI/AAAAAAAAC4E/dtGbi7-fzec/s1600/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OttI3K0wrg8/TZoLGU2fDjI/AAAAAAAAC4E/dtGbi7-fzec/s400/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591794090638249522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bVD356R5p4o/TZoK3UqMsAI/AAAAAAAAC38/2_SrPkIa4ic/s1600/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bVD356R5p4o/TZoK3UqMsAI/AAAAAAAAC38/2_SrPkIa4ic/s400/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591793832888676354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7aZoifbfmTI/TZoKZnEqdFI/AAAAAAAAC30/lti6oR7oZAQ/s1600/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7aZoifbfmTI/TZoKZnEqdFI/AAAAAAAAC30/lti6oR7oZAQ/s400/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591793322435441746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YUM! Cake and ice cream time! Corban wanted a cake that was super fast! He debated forever on a race car cake or this motorcycle cake. But then when everyone kept asking which cake he got he kept telling everyone he got a helicopter cake?! LOL. He is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JjiNh8yM6iE/TZoKIUr8-vI/AAAAAAAAC3s/MiYl8ObazOQ/s1600/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JjiNh8yM6iE/TZoKIUr8-vI/AAAAAAAAC3s/MiYl8ObazOQ/s400/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591793025442183922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24pjFkOXFRk/TZoJ5ky-9lI/AAAAAAAAC3k/QoeemTYEVwI/s1600/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24pjFkOXFRk/TZoJ5ky-9lI/AAAAAAAAC3k/QoeemTYEVwI/s400/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591792772068603474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way home from the party Corban asked me "mom, so when am I going to be 5 then?" I said " Corban you are 5, right now! You have been all day!" He grinned so so big. The next morning he woke up and the first thing he said was "mom, I am five:)!" and he went and whispered it in Steve's ear, Daxton's and Brielles. He was so super proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-7885104327742442244?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/7885104327742442244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=7885104327742442244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7885104327742442244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7885104327742442244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/04/corban-turns-5.html' title='Corban turns 5!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-ABiI7Xj5oR4/TZoNO-FDV0I/AAAAAAAAC5E/H88HvNpooys/s72-c/Corban%2B5%2Bbirthday%2B020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-7422152086370126141</id><published>2011-02-06T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T10:21:57.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pic. (for Doc.)</title><content type='html'>DIVA!  No more needs to be said... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0hwb0M2c7Y/TY9w4g_3o7I/AAAAAAAAC3M/IW8JL0yaVbE/s1600/march%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0hwb0M2c7Y/TY9w4g_3o7I/AAAAAAAAC3M/IW8JL0yaVbE/s400/march%2B058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588809778822882226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban and his first Clippers haircut. I think he looks too big and I missed his curls instantly after I cut it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2gof4vvXsX0/TY9whiboIUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/KUlyqpl1PVQ/s1600/big%2Bgirl%2Bbrielle%2Band%2Bcorban%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2gof4vvXsX0/TY9whiboIUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/KUlyqpl1PVQ/s400/big%2Bgirl%2Bbrielle%2Band%2Bcorban%2B045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588809384070750530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax wrestled for the first time this year and I think he did pretty great. He got third place overall on his last match and he got a medal. He was so excited. We were so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aoQkwpBtiY/TY9v7-NRI6I/AAAAAAAAC28/Og4WNcwL53s/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aoQkwpBtiY/TY9v7-NRI6I/AAAAAAAAC28/Og4WNcwL53s/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588808738691687330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4ibPJKRFyM/TY9voZvuwHI/AAAAAAAAC20/ibUx8mLMvw8/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4ibPJKRFyM/TY9voZvuwHI/AAAAAAAAC20/ibUx8mLMvw8/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588808402486607986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm..... I wonder who made this mess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fq8WuoziKQ/TY9uWI4gKzI/AAAAAAAAC2k/_xPFhxdZLhs/s1600/march%2B501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 397px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fq8WuoziKQ/TY9uWI4gKzI/AAAAAAAAC2k/_xPFhxdZLhs/s400/march%2B501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588806989210725170" 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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-azPfBSx98jc/TY9x87E4jEI/AAAAAAAAC3c/q8xL10HHzAU/s1600/march%2B499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-azPfBSx98jc/TY9x87E4jEI/AAAAAAAAC3c/q8xL10HHzAU/s400/march%2B499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588810954054339650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax loves Kindergarten and he is not loosing his teeth. Two for now. And the tooth fairy has been very generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i14iQme7gJ8/TY9tsyt-18I/AAAAAAAAC2c/nbbV0Z1xL7Y/s1600/march%2B162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i14iQme7gJ8/TY9tsyt-18I/AAAAAAAAC2c/nbbV0Z1xL7Y/s400/march%2B162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588806278886381506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban LOVES pre-school. Hey I would too if they let me paint my face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ludVLWv1jwQ/TY9s8veYGfI/AAAAAAAAC2U/JZrK_U6hmZY/s1600/march%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ludVLWv1jwQ/TY9s8veYGfI/AAAAAAAAC2U/JZrK_U6hmZY/s400/march%2B055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588805453381900786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really?! A block of cheese? I swear I feed her. She will push a stool around and get whatever she wants, whenever she wants. Little stinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUP7uX6zDmI/TY9sTxAA3pI/AAAAAAAAC2M/-vqo09LKCSo/s1600/march%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUP7uX6zDmI/TY9sTxAA3pI/AAAAAAAAC2M/-vqo09LKCSo/s400/march%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588804749416783506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNQac0IASIQ/TY9r6lMdH-I/AAAAAAAAC2E/O_1egi28VfQ/s1600/family%2Bphotos%2B2011%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNQac0IASIQ/TY9r6lMdH-I/AAAAAAAAC2E/O_1egi28VfQ/s400/family%2Bphotos%2B2011%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588804316751011810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been a LONG winter of trying to find creativity and keeping the kids off computers and the Wii. (we have time limits around here.) I dont want a bunch of couch potatoes ya know. lol.  So craft time ideas are welcome:) And bonus. the Kids LOVE IT! and so do I:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6SW-ium7zzg/TY9rvbWO3kI/AAAAAAAAC18/cic6VhjNmIk/s1600/family%2Bphotos%2B2011%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6SW-ium7zzg/TY9rvbWO3kI/AAAAAAAAC18/cic6VhjNmIk/s400/family%2Bphotos%2B2011%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588804125129104962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efMsrVEMnlE/TY9riR2e4iI/AAAAAAAAC10/dV_aM0E9Uew/s1600/family%2Bphotos%2B2011%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efMsrVEMnlE/TY9riR2e4iI/AAAAAAAAC10/dV_aM0E9Uew/s400/family%2Bphotos%2B2011%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588803899241718306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trouble maker at two years old. She REALLY enjoyed eating all the sugar. (we wondered why she was so quiet). I was not kidding about that stool helping her get to what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fVRvv18zc2U/TY9q7ltb_jI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ukG2NCv3vko/s1600/sugar%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fVRvv18zc2U/TY9q7ltb_jI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ukG2NCv3vko/s400/sugar%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588803234557591090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boys are gross and dirty... the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TU8Ve3hQMkI/AAAAAAAAC1c/kvbpmU6hAyg/s1600/kid%2Bphotos%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TU8Ve3hQMkI/AAAAAAAAC1c/kvbpmU6hAyg/s400/kid%2Bphotos%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570694884124275266" 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/5996546652915136085-7422152086370126141?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/7422152086370126141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=7422152086370126141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7422152086370126141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7422152086370126141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-pic-for-doc.html' title='Random Pic. (for Doc.)'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/-h0hwb0M2c7Y/TY9w4g_3o7I/AAAAAAAAC3M/IW8JL0yaVbE/s72-c/march%2B058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-2962501136640832356</id><published>2011-01-17T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:44:37.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby turned 2!</title><content type='html'>I cant believe that my baby is two years old. Although I absolutely LOVE love love her age right now. She is growing up too fast. She has the best personality I have ever seen. I just cant get enough of her. We invited the family and a couple friends to pizza plus. It was delicious. It was a great place to have it with all the crappy weather outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TUCVIfmNf3I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/U0iBguSI1mM/s1600/big%2Bgirl%2Bbrielle%2Band%2Bcorban%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TUCVIfmNf3I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/U0iBguSI1mM/s400/big%2Bgirl%2Bbrielle%2Band%2Bcorban%2B034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566613112583192434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TUCUqN_Bg4I/AAAAAAAAC1I/Kpl2ECYnNIg/s1600/big%2Bgirl%2Bbrielle%2Band%2Bcorban%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TUCUqN_Bg4I/AAAAAAAAC1I/Kpl2ECYnNIg/s400/big%2Bgirl%2Bbrielle%2Band%2Bcorban%2B032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566612592459350914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loved opening her gift. And got spoiled once again. Lil Stinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TTinlWB_iEI/AAAAAAAACzo/zbfcdN6at3Y/s1600/big%2Bgirl%2Bbrielle%2Band%2Bcorban%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TTinlWB_iEI/AAAAAAAACzo/zbfcdN6at3Y/s400/big%2Bgirl%2Bbrielle%2Band%2Bcorban%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564381599627184194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her flower cupcakes to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TTSa5xZis8I/AAAAAAAACzg/NP2aNac2j9c/s1600/big%2Bgirl%2Bbrielle%2Band%2Bcorban%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TTSa5xZis8I/AAAAAAAACzg/NP2aNac2j9c/s400/big%2Bgirl%2Bbrielle%2Band%2Bcorban%2B020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563241757013095362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was a little shy blowing out her candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TTSaIaL_etI/AAAAAAAACzY/dLGULzlfHTw/s1600/big%2Bgirl%2Bbrielle%2Band%2Bcorban%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TTSaIaL_etI/AAAAAAAACzY/dLGULzlfHTw/s400/big%2Bgirl%2Bbrielle%2Band%2Bcorban%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563240908968655570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was SO excited to get some treats in a present. This little monkey loves food. I will have her two year photos updated soon!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-2962501136640832356?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/2962501136640832356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=2962501136640832356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/2962501136640832356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/2962501136640832356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-baby-turned-2.html' title='My baby turned 2!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/TUCVIfmNf3I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/U0iBguSI1mM/s72-c/big%2Bgirl%2Bbrielle%2Band%2Bcorban%2B034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-2205493683207982984</id><published>2011-01-09T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T13:05:16.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and New years 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TS4W5HFySNI/AAAAAAAACzQ/cDR5s2pwgMo/s1600/christmas%2B116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TS4W5HFySNI/AAAAAAAACzQ/cDR5s2pwgMo/s400/christmas%2B116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561407760260810962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In no particular order, I am finally doing a post for the end of the year and my benefit. We got to spend New years this year with almost the whole family at my brothers Rhett and Angies house. The cousins had an absolute blast! Dax talked about staying up late the whole week. And unfortunately he is the only one that didnt make it to midnight. But my little miss stinker below and Corban were still just as wild as can be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TS4VMOcx9DI/AAAAAAAACzA/-gYvCUAQwOs/s1600/christmas%2B111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TS4VMOcx9DI/AAAAAAAACzA/-gYvCUAQwOs/s400/christmas%2B111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561405889630565426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had fun playing games with the kids and just the adults at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSoxufjw5RI/AAAAAAAACy4/al45WOCnXPo/s1600/christmas%2B110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSoxufjw5RI/AAAAAAAACy4/al45WOCnXPo/s400/christmas%2B110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560311364757546258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We always have a blast decorating the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSoxTDw9ZGI/AAAAAAAACyw/p3ssnJnhis4/s1600/christmas%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSoxTDw9ZGI/AAAAAAAACyw/p3ssnJnhis4/s400/christmas%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560310893440230498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSowdkTxm9I/AAAAAAAACyo/V0eEfOyzW6M/s1600/christmas%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSowdkTxm9I/AAAAAAAACyo/V0eEfOyzW6M/s400/christmas%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560309974463257554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSovQL87-gI/AAAAAAAACyg/e6cs9gpc084/s1600/christmas%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSovQL87-gI/AAAAAAAACyg/e6cs9gpc084/s400/christmas%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560308645075089922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSouc4YqmeI/AAAAAAAACyY/YjLYYvxzhs0/s1600/christmas%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSouc4YqmeI/AAAAAAAACyY/YjLYYvxzhs0/s400/christmas%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560307763649354210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSouIJYIWWI/AAAAAAAACyQ/1DGfPodunzk/s1600/christmas%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSouIJYIWWI/AAAAAAAACyQ/1DGfPodunzk/s400/christmas%2B033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560307407433259362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you just see the excitement in her little face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSotxB_jcFI/AAAAAAAACyI/J2cu68dQ1Uc/s1600/christmas%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSotxB_jcFI/AAAAAAAACyI/J2cu68dQ1Uc/s400/christmas%2B035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560307010314137682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love our tradition to go see the Temple Square lights. I look forward to it every year. We didnt get to have everyone there this year though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSotK9_lbaI/AAAAAAAACyA/nC52wfBdH58/s1600/christmas%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSotK9_lbaI/AAAAAAAACyA/nC52wfBdH58/s400/christmas%2B047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560306356405497250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce and his kids were able to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSos-IfbDkI/AAAAAAAACx4/eTE_xHyOVj4/s1600/christmas%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSos-IfbDkI/AAAAAAAACx4/eTE_xHyOVj4/s400/christmas%2B051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560306135885090370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darrren and Nicky minus two of their kids. And My mom and Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSoss5KeTMI/AAAAAAAACxw/lhsxL9NFK_o/s1600/christmas%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSoss5KeTMI/AAAAAAAACxw/lhsxL9NFK_o/s400/christmas%2B049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560305839712914626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle was so excited it was not too busy that she got to run around with the big kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSosWbY6_II/AAAAAAAACxo/8K35RgS_hWU/s1600/christmas%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSosWbY6_II/AAAAAAAACxo/8K35RgS_hWU/s400/christmas%2B055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560305453763329154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet family. Who I love very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSorlJzjrpI/AAAAAAAACxg/Qtq1pAWDDdA/s1600/christmas%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSorlJzjrpI/AAAAAAAACxg/Qtq1pAWDDdA/s400/christmas%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560304607229619858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids got along great! Then we headed to the hotel to swim for the night. It was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSorKfQAJWI/AAAAAAAACxY/0JoI5uZB7io/s1600/christmas%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSorKfQAJWI/AAAAAAAACxY/0JoI5uZB7io/s400/christmas%2B040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560304149129602402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to spend Christmas Eve and Day and Grandma Helen's and the kids were so excited about that. Here are some of our Christmas Day goodies. The kids were very pleased with what they got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSoqtFOjHzI/AAAAAAAACxQ/tuahbaM-KcA/s1600/christmas%2Btile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TSoqtFOjHzI/AAAAAAAACxQ/tuahbaM-KcA/s400/christmas%2Btile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560303643927977778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope you all had a good 2010! Bring on the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-2205493683207982984?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/2205493683207982984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=2205493683207982984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/2205493683207982984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/2205493683207982984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-and-new-years-2010.html' title='Christmas and New years 2010'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/TS4W5HFySNI/AAAAAAAACzQ/cDR5s2pwgMo/s72-c/christmas%2B116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-4510333765687260554</id><published>2010-11-28T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T10:44:08.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue post.</title><content type='html'>Trick or Treating was cold:) But the kids still found the energy to tromp through to get their candy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TQUXgqX-xYI/AAAAAAAACw8/s9eb6yWas7M/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TQUXgqX-xYI/AAAAAAAACw8/s9eb6yWas7M/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549867965702129026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little witch Brielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TPL0XvBGhmI/AAAAAAAACw0/5c5w2PXXJsI/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TPL0XvBGhmI/AAAAAAAACw0/5c5w2PXXJsI/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544762779841758818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys and a moment with a friend:) Corban wanted to do a different Halloween costume every time he had a party. For the first part of the night he was a ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TPLzNSE5wqI/AAAAAAAACws/6ZlOiy5zOvk/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TPLzNSE5wqI/AAAAAAAACws/6ZlOiy5zOvk/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544761500762751650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then this wolf. At school he was Darth Vader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TPLxqk1VVvI/AAAAAAAACwk/YcqR1KMoqLM/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TPLxqk1VVvI/AAAAAAAACwk/YcqR1KMoqLM/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544759804990674674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the whole family crew of the cousins. SO MUCH FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-4510333765687260554?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/4510333765687260554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=4510333765687260554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4510333765687260554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4510333765687260554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/11/overdue-post.html' title='Overdue post.'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/TQUXgqX-xYI/AAAAAAAACw8/s9eb6yWas7M/s72-c/dax%2Bbirthday%2B864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-839508707777902434</id><published>2010-11-21T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T16:16:18.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dax!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TPLv_DnVCsI/AAAAAAAACwc/35AJjVMnsCI/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TPLv_DnVCsI/AAAAAAAACwc/35AJjVMnsCI/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544757957827562178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby boy is 6! And I really cant believe it! We had a little party for him at pizza plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TPLvl3ALDtI/AAAAAAAACwU/Djy3NmaV5uc/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TPLvl3ALDtI/AAAAAAAACwU/Djy3NmaV5uc/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544757524945374930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was super excited about his toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOlt13LbuuI/AAAAAAAACwM/i5DcFMYE0Wg/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOlt13LbuuI/AAAAAAAACwM/i5DcFMYE0Wg/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542081588568505058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOltphH9ZRI/AAAAAAAACwE/fo0zSROu2pE/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOltphH9ZRI/AAAAAAAACwE/fo0zSROu2pE/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542081376489923858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He felt lucky to have a couple of friends come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOltc7KBEbI/AAAAAAAACv8/F2VPhIR7kg0/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOltc7KBEbI/AAAAAAAACv8/F2VPhIR7kg0/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542081160139575730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOltNugSIFI/AAAAAAAACv0/lCQ4aKiN1dw/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOltNugSIFI/AAAAAAAACv0/lCQ4aKiN1dw/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542080899045269586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He wanted an Aggie football cake. It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOls44vSkFI/AAAAAAAACvs/kDX69IQvxx4/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOls44vSkFI/AAAAAAAACvs/kDX69IQvxx4/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542080541015314514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOlsq_H0X1I/AAAAAAAACvk/tfpcmBWvIz8/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOlsq_H0X1I/AAAAAAAACvk/tfpcmBWvIz8/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542080302210637650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle enjoyed it as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOlsWyLOkeI/AAAAAAAACvc/v-iF_h8Vs-U/s1600/dax%2Bbirthday%2B906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TOlsWyLOkeI/AAAAAAAACvc/v-iF_h8Vs-U/s400/dax%2Bbirthday%2B906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542079955137892834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dax is at an interesting age for me. He is WAY too smart for me a lot of the time. He loves to play with friends. And his cousins as well. He loves to try my patience as well:) But I love him for that. It makes me be a better mom. He is tender hearted, and I love that about him. HE loves school and makes friends easily. Love you Dax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-839508707777902434?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/839508707777902434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=839508707777902434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/839508707777902434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/839508707777902434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-dax.html' title='Happy Birthday Dax!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/TPLv_DnVCsI/AAAAAAAACwc/35AJjVMnsCI/s72-c/dax%2Bbirthday%2B892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-8954102017639899356</id><published>2010-11-04T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T15:14:56.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin carving and parties!</title><content type='html'>WOW! It has been forever since I have blogged, I am making it a goal to do better, this is like my journal to myself, I write down many things that others probably dont care to see, but things I would love to remember, so lets see how I do from here. My Friends and I started hopefully an annual Halloween party. It was super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMte0pwgXI/AAAAAAAACu8/pbNsCE4ZgvI/s1600/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMte0pwgXI/AAAAAAAACu8/pbNsCE4ZgvI/s400/IMG_0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535818374521586034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hubby and I the pirates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMtZf13wnI/AAAAAAAACu0/NLEsG2_hk0g/s1600/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMtZf13wnI/AAAAAAAACu0/NLEsG2_hk0g/s400/IMG_0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535818283035902578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our good friends the Godfreys! Ash and Cody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMtCaTzRVI/AAAAAAAACus/c8Ea5aM0jnM/s1600/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMtCaTzRVI/AAAAAAAACus/c8Ea5aM0jnM/s400/IMG_0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535817886413833554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Nate and Laci. Nate was quite intimidating. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMs50a_ObI/AAAAAAAACuk/wvt6-DZsv-M/s1600/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMs50a_ObI/AAAAAAAACuk/wvt6-DZsv-M/s400/IMG_0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535817738804476338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lovely Hosts Jen and John. IT was so much fun. They are such a fun pair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMspLc_lqI/AAAAAAAACuc/OQpzrUisBoI/s1600/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMspLc_lqI/AAAAAAAACuc/OQpzrUisBoI/s400/IMG_0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535817452929128098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lovely Nicole and Brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMsbq-s9JI/AAAAAAAACuU/s8eDyv6wjG4/s1600/IMG_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMsbq-s9JI/AAAAAAAACuU/s8eDyv6wjG4/s400/IMG_0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535817220873843858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner was wonderful at Callaways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMsIal4SLI/AAAAAAAACuM/u-Ttg52FACs/s1600/IMG_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMsIal4SLI/AAAAAAAACuM/u-Ttg52FACs/s400/IMG_0058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535816890057246898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so were our goodies. We had cat poop to snack on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMsCYBHviI/AAAAAAAACuE/fVTO8N6GWF4/s1600/IMG_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMsCYBHviI/AAAAAAAACuE/fVTO8N6GWF4/s400/IMG_0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535816786286984738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;along with strawberry ghosts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMr7X8jgzI/AAAAAAAACt8/kZpaU8986aI/s1600/IMG_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMr7X8jgzI/AAAAAAAACt8/kZpaU8986aI/s400/IMG_0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535816666008748850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and some games and entertainment. Here is Tana pregnant and all doing the Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMr0yzPjnI/AAAAAAAACt0/UNxeQEhPlak/s1600/IMG_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMr0yzPjnI/AAAAAAAACt0/UNxeQEhPlak/s400/IMG_0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535816552958365298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Laci the moon walk:) Such a fun game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMrxO0Z_ZI/AAAAAAAACts/3gScYbSteJA/s1600/IMG_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMrxO0Z_ZI/AAAAAAAACts/3gScYbSteJA/s400/IMG_0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535816491759959442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us lovely ladies minus two:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMra5bI14I/AAAAAAAACtk/4RwSAjuA-M8/s1600/IMG_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMra5bI14I/AAAAAAAACtk/4RwSAjuA-M8/s400/IMG_0053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535816108059711362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And more treats:)! It was a blast! Lots of laughing!&lt;br /&gt;And then I have our pumpkin carving of course with my lovely family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMIKwRiGAI/AAAAAAAACtc/aMHmQQl6w6I/s1600/IMG_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMIKwRiGAI/AAAAAAAACtc/aMHmQQl6w6I/s400/IMG_0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535777347818625026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Addi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMIGO7QC1I/AAAAAAAACtU/-pLMOqtuOm4/s1600/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMIGO7QC1I/AAAAAAAACtU/-pLMOqtuOm4/s400/IMG_0083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535777270147320658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce and Olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMIC-BF9pI/AAAAAAAACtM/fC4-cGE8Qj0/s1600/IMG_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMIC-BF9pI/AAAAAAAACtM/fC4-cGE8Qj0/s400/IMG_0082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535777214068815506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax and Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMH9bfGc_I/AAAAAAAACtE/igkBalkbitY/s1600/IMG_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMH9bfGc_I/AAAAAAAACtE/igkBalkbitY/s400/IMG_0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535777118900089842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMH41eY-TI/AAAAAAAACs8/mI11KK_Du6I/s1600/IMG_0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMH41eY-TI/AAAAAAAACs8/mI11KK_Du6I/s400/IMG_0079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535777039977085234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mckade and Brynlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMHyjiV2VI/AAAAAAAACs0/ppFd0ha4TKc/s1600/IMG_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMHyjiV2VI/AAAAAAAACs0/ppFd0ha4TKc/s400/IMG_0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535776932082604370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax cleaning out the goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMHn2ZgqgI/AAAAAAAACss/mVjUGRLOYrU/s1600/IMG_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMHn2ZgqgI/AAAAAAAACss/mVjUGRLOYrU/s400/IMG_0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535776748167277058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban as well:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMHjNRu9fI/AAAAAAAACsk/iGgxyjj7UHA/s1600/IMG_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMHjNRu9fI/AAAAAAAACsk/iGgxyjj7UHA/s400/IMG_0081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535776668409329138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the boys carving all by themselves. They are so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMHexi-gwI/AAAAAAAACsc/gIMi0hxYspw/s1600/IMG_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMHexi-gwI/AAAAAAAACsc/gIMi0hxYspw/s400/IMG_0087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535776592245981954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMHajMsT8I/AAAAAAAACsU/vNRhkUVXiJI/s1600/IMG_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMHajMsT8I/AAAAAAAACsU/vNRhkUVXiJI/s400/IMG_0086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535776519674941378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMv1-XttII/AAAAAAAACvM/HFLYZS-KMj4/s1600/IMG_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMv1-XttII/AAAAAAAACvM/HFLYZS-KMj4/s400/IMG_0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535820971290506370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And miss Brielle wandering around eating candy of course:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMv91UJKYI/AAAAAAAACvU/DkzlGk1plHE/s1600/IMG_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMv91UJKYI/AAAAAAAACvU/DkzlGk1plHE/s400/IMG_0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535821106298562946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will post the halloween pic. asap:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-8954102017639899356?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/8954102017639899356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=8954102017639899356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8954102017639899356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8954102017639899356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-carving-and-parties.html' title='Pumpkin carving and parties!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/TNMte0pwgXI/AAAAAAAACu8/pbNsCE4ZgvI/s72-c/IMG_0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-1264413426588064212</id><published>2010-09-12T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:20:09.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School, and Labor Day</title><content type='html'>Here is my Mr. Corban on his First Day of Pre-School Going 4 Days a week! SO sad! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1epHsotPI/AAAAAAAACsM/tPbG0iJbY3o/s1600/labor+day+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1epHsotPI/AAAAAAAACsM/tPbG0iJbY3o/s400/labor+day+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516169179132638450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1d1g7NsKI/AAAAAAAACsE/uVRa9l3aoaY/s1600/labor+day+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1d1g7NsKI/AAAAAAAACsE/uVRa9l3aoaY/s400/labor+day+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516168292551471266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves school! And already has a "best friend" but still does not know is name. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1c2IP_eJI/AAAAAAAACr8/sRZKatbeS4c/s1600/labor+day+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1c2IP_eJI/AAAAAAAACr8/sRZKatbeS4c/s400/labor+day+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516167203595974802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LaBoR DaY!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Hogle Zoo and Boondocks! We had a lot of Fun with the Draper Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1cSXSuVEI/AAAAAAAACr0/2H4g5LtiZfI/s1600/labor+day+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1cSXSuVEI/AAAAAAAACr0/2H4g5LtiZfI/s400/labor+day+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516166589158675522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are on the famous Hogle Zoo train. This is what my boys truly love about the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1bV7U_KPI/AAAAAAAACrs/60mN4_r__7s/s1600/labor+day+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1bV7U_KPI/AAAAAAAACrs/60mN4_r__7s/s400/labor+day+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516165550859823346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tired monkey Brielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1bDzxTf6I/AAAAAAAACrk/2FDw9kjcR1U/s1600/labor+day+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1bDzxTf6I/AAAAAAAACrk/2FDw9kjcR1U/s400/labor+day+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516165239593467810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous Elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1aKUXCn3I/AAAAAAAACrU/_K6B82a4WxI/s1600/labor+day+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1aKUXCn3I/AAAAAAAACrU/_K6B82a4WxI/s400/labor+day+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164251909267314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1Z7z11SdI/AAAAAAAACrM/Q5eIdA-muWI/s1600/labor+day+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1Z7z11SdI/AAAAAAAACrM/Q5eIdA-muWI/s400/labor+day+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164002661878226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the Drapers themselves:) Such a fun, cute fam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1ZsVRjNNI/AAAAAAAACrE/BXSs0erWmfM/s1600/labor+day+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1ZsVRjNNI/AAAAAAAACrE/BXSs0erWmfM/s400/labor+day+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516163736758596818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1ZenbSvgI/AAAAAAAACq8/_zBAul2_sig/s1600/labor+day+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1ZenbSvgI/AAAAAAAACq8/_zBAul2_sig/s400/labor+day+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516163501113130498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love miss Tana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1ZJkV_1UI/AAAAAAAACq0/9O82_lCQ6_4/s1600/labor+day+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1ZJkV_1UI/AAAAAAAACq0/9O82_lCQ6_4/s400/labor+day+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516163139508360514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More Train pic. With Tana, her hubby Mike, and Bradlee. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1Y3Y2EEDI/AAAAAAAACqs/Mue7Ol43T7E/s1600/labor+day+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1Y3Y2EEDI/AAAAAAAACqs/Mue7Ol43T7E/s400/labor+day+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516162827183984690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didnt even take my camera with me into Boondocks and I stole this pic. from Tana. We had fun in the bumper boats getting Mike and Bradlee wet. The boys loved the Go-carts. Dax is big enough to drive them, so he LOVES that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 367px; height: 243px;" alt="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UMtafXX9_SY/TI1CnyMFBRI/AAAAAAAAEx8/4W1OKyNK5qU/s1600/019.JPG" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UMtafXX9_SY/TI1CnyMFBRI/AAAAAAAAEx8/4W1OKyNK5qU/s1600/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the good times friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-1264413426588064212?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/1264413426588064212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=1264413426588064212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1264413426588064212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1264413426588064212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-and-labor-day.html' title='School, and Labor Day'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/TI1epHsotPI/AAAAAAAACsM/tPbG0iJbY3o/s72-c/labor+day+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-7505823688917974931</id><published>2010-09-02T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:38:19.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dax the "Kindergartener!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TH_3l3J8a3I/AAAAAAAACqc/MC3nl-wkc1E/s1600/dax+first+day+kindergarten+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TH_3l3J8a3I/AAAAAAAACqc/MC3nl-wkc1E/s400/dax+first+day+kindergarten+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512396698757655410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true, I have a little boy in Kindergarten! And I thought I would be so excited, but I am sad. Give me a couple weeks and I am sure that I will get used to the schedule just great and end up loving it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TH_3ZnhPm2I/AAAAAAAACqU/zahnWJUnkpw/s1600/dax+first+day+kindergarten+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TH_3ZnhPm2I/AAAAAAAACqU/zahnWJUnkpw/s400/dax+first+day+kindergarten+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512396488401984354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think he is super handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TH_24Py4oDI/AAAAAAAACqM/33iV0Zxcum8/s1600/dax+first+day+kindergarten+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TH_24Py4oDI/AAAAAAAACqM/33iV0Zxcum8/s400/dax+first+day+kindergarten+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512395915097841714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last couple of weeks he kept saying is it one week or three weeks  now mom?! Dax was SO excited for school to start, but when it came down  to it started today, he was a little nervous and wanted a blessing from  dad. But Dad ended up heading to work before knowing that Dax wanted one  and felt like CRAP. So I said a prayer with him and he said that he  felt a little better but that blessing help a LOT better because Dad's  hold the priesthood and mommies dont and they cant give blessings. LOL.  It was super cute! I sure love this kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-7505823688917974931?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/7505823688917974931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=7505823688917974931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7505823688917974931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7505823688917974931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/09/dax-kindergartener.html' title='Dax the &quot;Kindergartener!&quot;'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/TH_3l3J8a3I/AAAAAAAACqc/MC3nl-wkc1E/s72-c/dax+first+day+kindergarten+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-1525922305275906107</id><published>2010-08-25T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:09:10.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAmPiNG!</title><content type='html'>I look forward to this tradition each year. We dont go far and its a campout with the whole family. But its always so lovely... Lots of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing....Check!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWv182yItI/AAAAAAAACp8/hel7WvkWIWs/s1600/camping+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWv182yItI/AAAAAAAACp8/hel7WvkWIWs/s400/camping+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509503060561502930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family skits and movies...Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWvho0ohnI/AAAAAAAACp0/DYcbmC34lZM/s1600/camping+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWvho0ohnI/AAAAAAAACp0/DYcbmC34lZM/s400/camping+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509502711586391666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWwCyR0dPI/AAAAAAAACqE/BiPgWbKRX3k/s1600/camping+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWwCyR0dPI/AAAAAAAACqE/BiPgWbKRX3k/s400/camping+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509503281060410610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motorcycle and four wheeler rides...check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWvSh9uj4I/AAAAAAAACps/FV8y_sn63nY/s1600/camping+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWvSh9uj4I/AAAAAAAACps/FV8y_sn63nY/s400/camping+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509502452047449986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riding bikes...Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWvGHodalI/AAAAAAAACpk/q1VDEAhOE6A/s1600/camping+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWvGHodalI/AAAAAAAACpk/q1VDEAhOE6A/s400/camping+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509502238820493906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing in the water non stop...check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWu2_SzU5I/AAAAAAAACpc/7mQOfjGd9eg/s1600/camping+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWu2_SzU5I/AAAAAAAACpc/7mQOfjGd9eg/s400/camping+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509501978884133778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were always kids scattered everywhere in the water. This spot is always a popular one for the kids. And we love to just sit back and watch them:) These cousins are the best of friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWuQgatEVI/AAAAAAAACpU/O9IqG7yfEXE/s1600/camping+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWuQgatEVI/AAAAAAAACpU/O9IqG7yfEXE/s400/camping+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509501317760749906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWtzI8U0lI/AAAAAAAACpE/O8OCTysMs8Y/s1600/camping+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWtzI8U0lI/AAAAAAAACpE/O8OCTysMs8Y/s400/camping+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509500813243109970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWtC3XNNZI/AAAAAAAACo8/qMPKgiIB8Zg/s1600/camping+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWtC3XNNZI/AAAAAAAACo8/qMPKgiIB8Zg/s400/camping+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509499983890298258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Card games....Check!&lt;br /&gt;Rain....Check!!&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of food...Check!!&lt;br /&gt;And Smores... Check!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWt6dkgstI/AAAAAAAACpM/MdavXEiBHhc/s1600/camprain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWt6dkgstI/AAAAAAAACpM/MdavXEiBHhc/s400/camprain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509500939039453906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is always such a fun camping trip that is short and sweet but always has ever lasting memories! SO much fun with the Hellstern family! Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-1525922305275906107?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/1525922305275906107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=1525922305275906107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1525922305275906107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1525922305275906107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/08/camping.html' title='CAmPiNG!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/THWv182yItI/AAAAAAAACp8/hel7WvkWIWs/s72-c/camping+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-5241951077243064836</id><published>2010-07-22T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:02:50.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon date...</title><content type='html'>We surprised the boys with Lagoon. And we left Miss Brielle home with grandma. We missed her so bad and so did the boys actually. But had a blast with the boys. We told them we were going on a date surprise (that we used to do quite often before Brielle, but its just harder with 3 kids now) we headed out. They were super excited when we hit Lagoon. I love to see the joy on their faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEy6PM6LeMI/AAAAAAAACos/LQGurX6SRqU/s1600/bear+lake,lagoon+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEy6PM6LeMI/AAAAAAAACos/LQGurX6SRqU/s400/bear+lake,lagoon+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497974015438584002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These three boys were my good lookin dates for the day! I sure felt lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEy57w0uH4I/AAAAAAAACok/TUZdXcVa13g/s1600/bear+lake,lagoon+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEy57w0uH4I/AAAAAAAACok/TUZdXcVa13g/s400/bear+lake,lagoon+077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497973681481981826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my little (getting so big) boys. (This pic. is after the water park, lovely hair and swimsuit still:) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEy5LnHihHI/AAAAAAAACoc/GSP-XT0JylA/s1600/bear+lake,lagoon+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEy5LnHihHI/AAAAAAAACoc/GSP-XT0JylA/s400/bear+lake,lagoon+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497972854242837618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hit the water park and they loved it! It was super hot. So it was just enough to cool us down. I LOVE this picture below, it is Daxton catching Corban coming down the slide. It brought tears to both of our eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEy4zDr-bjI/AAAAAAAACoU/9OiMVAo8WTs/s1600/bear+lake,lagoon+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEy4zDr-bjI/AAAAAAAACoU/9OiMVAo8WTs/s400/bear+lake,lagoon+062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497972432415125042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once Corban warmed up he went on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEy4SH4v9dI/AAAAAAAACoM/V0ZHQnISwSI/s1600/bear+lake,lagoon+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEy4SH4v9dI/AAAAAAAACoM/V0ZHQnISwSI/s400/bear+lake,lagoon+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497971866606761426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my big boy Dax, who is going to Kindergarten this year:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEy38HSjvLI/AAAAAAAACoE/Yym3H0761-s/s1600/bear+lake,lagoon+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEy38HSjvLI/AAAAAAAACoE/Yym3H0761-s/s400/bear+lake,lagoon+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497971488489454770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of Course good old Kiddy Land. Daxton got a little bored on a lot of the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEi_8S910uI/AAAAAAAACn8/AOMQQY4sAUI/s1600/bear+lake,lagoon+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEi_8S910uI/AAAAAAAACn8/AOMQQY4sAUI/s400/bear+lake,lagoon+073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496854387809964770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban loved every one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEi_ot8SxxI/AAAAAAAACn0/5Chlz1qOtNk/s1600/bear+lake,lagoon+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEi_ot8SxxI/AAAAAAAACn0/5Chlz1qOtNk/s400/bear+lake,lagoon+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496854051453847314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEi_aR-fBaI/AAAAAAAACns/JeyiWYGR8Ag/s1600/bear+lake,lagoon+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEi_aR-fBaI/AAAAAAAACns/JeyiWYGR8Ag/s400/bear+lake,lagoon+072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496853803428677026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to hit a few of the bigger rides like the bat, which they were scared about but ended up loving it. And Dax wanted to try the Spider and it ended up scaring him pretty bad and he didnt want to do it again. The boys favorite ride of all is the Scrambler. I absolutely hate that ride. And Steve Loves it as well. I think they all went on it about 7 times. While I watched. It makes me sick just watching. This day goes down in the memory book. Love these boys of mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-5241951077243064836?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/5241951077243064836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=5241951077243064836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5241951077243064836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5241951077243064836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/07/lagoon-date.html' title='Lagoon date...'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/TEy6PM6LeMI/AAAAAAAACos/LQGurX6SRqU/s72-c/bear+lake,lagoon+074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-8521516749943777031</id><published>2010-07-06T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:05:22.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Weekend</title><content type='html'>I Love the fourth of July weekend! I always have! To celebrate our freedom, and our troops out there, the lovely family time we get to have, the fireworks and parades, and my birthday of course:) After I got off work on Fri. We Started the night off with a BBQ at my mom's house before we head down to our "spot" where we like to watch the fireworks. Here is Brielle enjoying one of the best parts of summer with some lovely watermelon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPKYphh4PI/AAAAAAAACmM/Lf4KbjmOMDo/s1600/fourth+of+july+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPKYphh4PI/AAAAAAAACmM/Lf4KbjmOMDo/s400/fourth+of+july+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490954895506923762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little miss Brielle loves her Aunt Heather and wants nothing to do with me when she is around. She was all smiles this weekend. Here we are waiting for the fun to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPNZgwsioI/AAAAAAAACms/EDe3Ejk8dQo/s1600/fourth+of+july+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPNZgwsioI/AAAAAAAACms/EDe3Ejk8dQo/s400/fourth+of+july+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490958208869370498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPNOVDtLyI/AAAAAAAACmk/iQW0iUfqjys/s1600/fourth+of+july+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPNOVDtLyI/AAAAAAAACmk/iQW0iUfqjys/s400/fourth+of+july+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490958016749317922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban was attached to Kylee my niece during the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPNFAd0t0I/AAAAAAAACmc/x6FfFx9oDlE/s1600/fourth+of+july+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPNFAd0t0I/AAAAAAAACmc/x6FfFx9oDlE/s400/fourth+of+july+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490957856602896194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love this family of mine:) They were so much fun the night of the fireworks, even though I had to hold some of my little ones down to get some pictures, lol:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPMyK8RjRI/AAAAAAAACmU/sgshc_YcaLY/s1600/fourth+of+july+013-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPMyK8RjRI/AAAAAAAACmU/sgshc_YcaLY/s400/fourth+of+july+013-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490957532997455122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle was confused by the noise and the bright lights in the sky, Check out her concerned look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPNm4_sVtI/AAAAAAAACm0/wCxln-awNuA/s1600/fourth+of+july+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPNm4_sVtI/AAAAAAAACm0/wCxln-awNuA/s400/fourth+of+july+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490958438713022162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here she is pointing at them saying "OHHHH" the whole time. I love love love this age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPN20DqmGI/AAAAAAAACm8/6Ng8KX9XTlI/s1600/fourth+of+july+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPN20DqmGI/AAAAAAAACm8/6Ng8KX9XTlI/s400/fourth+of+july+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490958712265414754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful fourth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPPcx--ZHI/AAAAAAAACnE/CBJUYBw7LFs/s1600/fourth+of+july+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPPcx--ZHI/AAAAAAAACnE/CBJUYBw7LFs/s400/fourth+of+july+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490960464055526514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hit the parade in Hyrum, (which I didnt love this year, I will be honest)! It was long, and there was hardly any candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPQHGVqYFI/AAAAAAAACnM/YJZ3aVyTrX0/s1600/bre+birthday+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPQHGVqYFI/AAAAAAAACnM/YJZ3aVyTrX0/s400/bre+birthday+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490961191073898578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I had a lovely Birthday celebration, Steve took me shooting, which was super fun! This gun here he had me shoot scared me a lot! It was loud and had a kick back. p.s. I hated this gun! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPRm77NxaI/AAAAAAAACnk/CCMdgNvvUjc/s1600/bre+birthday+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPRm77NxaI/AAAAAAAACnk/CCMdgNvvUjc/s400/bre+birthday+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490962837546059170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had fun with this baby though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPRPtyxXPI/AAAAAAAACnc/fSVRILhZang/s1600/bre+birthday+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPRPtyxXPI/AAAAAAAACnc/fSVRILhZang/s400/bre+birthday+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490962438615555314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good times, for the both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPQfVThhsI/AAAAAAAACnU/UejDJy4mRhk/s1600/bre+birthday+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPQfVThhsI/AAAAAAAACnU/UejDJy4mRhk/s400/bre+birthday+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490961607408322242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we went shooting for a bit, we went to the movie, my mom kept the kids over night and we had a lovely night alone. I got super spoiled by my family and friends. Then the next night we went to dinner and a movie with my super cute friends! Thanks everyone, I feel blessed to have you all in my life! Unforgettable memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-8521516749943777031?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/8521516749943777031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=8521516749943777031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8521516749943777031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8521516749943777031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/07/lovely-weekend.html' title='Lovely Weekend'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/TDPKYphh4PI/AAAAAAAACmM/Lf4KbjmOMDo/s72-c/fourth+of+july+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-981067161433828007</id><published>2010-07-01T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:39:42.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Starting out Rough!</title><content type='html'>Little Miss Brielle had just gotten out of the tub, we were running late getting ready for church as it was. And Dax decided to eat his "fun dip" As Brielle is asking for some trying to grab for it, he pulls away and dumps it all over her head! I was not pleased! My blow-dryer broke, so my hair was not drying, Brielle and Dax had green sugar all over them. We had to start back at square one of getting ready. Daxton started to cry because he felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TC0MlHm2ZJI/AAAAAAAACl0/mK5XxSqmkZE/s1600/bear+lake+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TC0MlHm2ZJI/AAAAAAAACl0/mK5XxSqmkZE/s400/bear+lake+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489057352671192210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle did not mind a bit, she decided to try and help and lick it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TC0MFxgg-XI/AAAAAAAACls/JjWIaVN5KHY/s1600/bear+lake+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TC0MFxgg-XI/AAAAAAAACls/JjWIaVN5KHY/s400/bear+lake+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489056814163097970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TC0Ltm9_pzI/AAAAAAAAClk/zKVUBUaCl0s/s1600/bear+lake+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TC0Ltm9_pzI/AAAAAAAAClk/zKVUBUaCl0s/s400/bear+lake+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489056399017092914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TC0LhXUF43I/AAAAAAAAClc/KUVf9i09u1A/s1600/bear+lake+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TC0LhXUF43I/AAAAAAAAClc/KUVf9i09u1A/s400/bear+lake+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489056188656378738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday's are rough for us... you think with Church being at 1 p.m. that we would have no problem getting to church on time, but instead we seem to be late because I dont want to get the kids ready right away because, well... I have two crazy boys who like to run around and get sweaty.. so we like to wait a bit. But then I have to hurry and feed them lunch and then its nap time for Brielle, which she never gets on Sunday's because it's right in the middle of it. I know I am not the only one with this problem. And I am sounding really like a grouch about church. Really these pic. are a typical day for us at the Boren house. But why on a Sunday may I ask?! Stressful:) p.s. The Church is true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-981067161433828007?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/981067161433828007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=981067161433828007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/981067161433828007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/981067161433828007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-starting-out-rough.html' title='Day Starting out Rough!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/TC0MlHm2ZJI/AAAAAAAACl0/mK5XxSqmkZE/s72-c/bear+lake+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-1002735081528598773</id><published>2010-06-24T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:45:47.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Fathers Day post:)</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a lovely Fathers Day. Here is my little Family on Father's Day. My Typical Children, Dax is trying so hard to smile super cute for me but the sun is in his eyes, Corban is so easily distracted, and Brielle is slowly finishing her temper tantrum. (Its so true what they say about girls having so much drama. LOL) Boy do I love these kids so much though. And I took the what picture I could get anyway and Ill keep it forever:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCVngpGlLhI/AAAAAAAAClE/7oiuibmJyes/s1600/fathers+day+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCVngpGlLhI/AAAAAAAAClE/7oiuibmJyes/s400/fathers+day+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486905531507748370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We Gave dad a little unique gift this year from the kids, the kids chose Dad's favorite Candy and we filled pop bottles for dad. Here is Brielle concentrating so hard and she filled the whole thing herself. She loved being just like the boys. * She ate some as well, as you can see her mouth is full in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCVmStfewgI/AAAAAAAACk8/PlgrVM1f0Eo/s1600/fathers+day+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCVmStfewgI/AAAAAAAACk8/PlgrVM1f0Eo/s400/fathers+day+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486904192656130562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Dax filling the bottles for Dad of the treats he chose for him that he knew that dad loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCVld9q8wEI/AAAAAAAACk0/dP7dtx-vyY4/s1600/fathers+day+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCVld9q8wEI/AAAAAAAACk0/dP7dtx-vyY4/s400/fathers+day+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486903286466134082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban loved every minute as well.  He could not wait to give it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCVkSowmUjI/AAAAAAAACks/gZPXynmXSjc/s1600/fathers+day+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCVkSowmUjI/AAAAAAAACks/gZPXynmXSjc/s400/fathers+day+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486901992362496562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saved the pop bottle lids but then decided to ditch them and put fishing bubbles on the top instead for the lids, because for one of the bottles we filled it with a lot of fishing stuff hooks and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCQBOOErwOI/AAAAAAAACkk/sTXPZzCuRXI/s1600/fathers+day+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCQBOOErwOI/AAAAAAAACkk/sTXPZzCuRXI/s400/fathers+day+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486511589851644130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCQA6MP3-1I/AAAAAAAACkc/zx4wrCenQic/s1600/fathers+day+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCQA6MP3-1I/AAAAAAAACkc/zx4wrCenQic/s400/fathers+day+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486511245764328274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCQAm_v-tAI/AAAAAAAACkU/i5awd5Vyf08/s1600/fathers+day+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCQAm_v-tAI/AAAAAAAACkU/i5awd5Vyf08/s400/fathers+day+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486510915991811074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Father's Day to my dad, Steve's dad and of course to my lovely Steve himself. The kids love him to death and could not ask for a more patient loving father for them. Love you Steve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-1002735081528598773?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/1002735081528598773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=1002735081528598773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1002735081528598773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1002735081528598773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/06/late-fathers-day-post.html' title='Late Fathers Day post:)'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/TCVngpGlLhI/AAAAAAAAClE/7oiuibmJyes/s72-c/fathers+day+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-4859325610470076070</id><published>2010-06-10T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T07:37:54.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial.</title><content type='html'>On Memorial Day we went Fishing on Grandpa's Boat with him. The kids had so much fun when the boat would go fast. They didnt enjoy the fishing part too much. (sorry grandpa). Brielle especially hated when the boat had stopped because she was stuck in a life jacket and wanted to get in the water. So when the boat got moving again finally she started to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBD0oy_i8DI/AAAAAAAACkE/evgAb2R5Z_M/s1600/bear+lake+memorial+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBD0oy_i8DI/AAAAAAAACkE/evgAb2R5Z_M/s400/bear+lake+memorial+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481149728230142002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax, Corban and Nikelle liked being up front so they could see the water better. I didnt love that so much, I was too paranoid someone was going to fall in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBD0VQPQLxI/AAAAAAAACj8/3uRuNx-0nok/s1600/bear+lake+memorial+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBD0VQPQLxI/AAAAAAAACj8/3uRuNx-0nok/s400/bear+lake+memorial+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481149392483266322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban loves being with Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBDzvzX_KUI/AAAAAAAACj0/9fGjlz3zjSI/s1600/bear+lake+memorial+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBDzvzX_KUI/AAAAAAAACj0/9fGjlz3zjSI/s400/bear+lake+memorial+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481148749080111426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax was all smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBDzNTTxSBI/AAAAAAAACjs/0F8_tLOpkqQ/s1600/bear+lake+memorial+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBDzNTTxSBI/AAAAAAAACjs/0F8_tLOpkqQ/s400/bear+lake+memorial+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481148156356937746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to Bear lake for a day. It was FREEZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBDyrfzlZFI/AAAAAAAACjk/Gd-AFP-PwgI/s1600/bear+lake+memorial+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBDyrfzlZFI/AAAAAAAACjk/Gd-AFP-PwgI/s400/bear+lake+memorial+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481147575596049490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It didnt stop my kids from playing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBDyVCk93ZI/AAAAAAAACjc/vj0MrJjl2B4/s1600/bear+lake+memorial+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBDyVCk93ZI/AAAAAAAACjc/vj0MrJjl2B4/s400/bear+lake+memorial+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481147189792988562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBDxTBQ94UI/AAAAAAAACjU/sMTaav7853w/s1600/bear+lake+memorial+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBDxTBQ94UI/AAAAAAAACjU/sMTaav7853w/s400/bear+lake+memorial+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481146055569301826" 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/5996546652915136085-4859325610470076070?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/4859325610470076070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=4859325610470076070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4859325610470076070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4859325610470076070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial.html' title='Memorial.'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/TBD0oy_i8DI/AAAAAAAACkE/evgAb2R5Z_M/s72-c/bear+lake+memorial+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-6873503380370100404</id><published>2010-05-27T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T07:51:20.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of May</title><content type='html'>We FINALLY got to have a date night just Steve and I, This does not happen often with his CRAPPY schedule. Corban and Brielle found the left over popcorn, found a hiding spot and started to dig in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAJ5JRM1YVI/AAAAAAAACi8/n-qxHbydqG0/s1600/Ice+Cream+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAJ5JRM1YVI/AAAAAAAACi8/n-qxHbydqG0/s400/Ice+Cream+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477073296978960722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE CLEANED THE SINK AT ANGIE'S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAJ449gWniI/AAAAAAAACi0/rTUCvQ8p2G8/s1600/Ice+Cream+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAJ449gWniI/AAAAAAAACi0/rTUCvQ8p2G8/s400/Ice+Cream+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477073016814214690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ice cream at Angie's was really good, Steve actually ate most of it, but he did it and pretty much licked it clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAJ4dOWYCnI/AAAAAAAACis/anNYSfZA5i8/s1600/Ice+Cream+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAJ4dOWYCnI/AAAAAAAACis/anNYSfZA5i8/s400/Ice+Cream+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477072540299430514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We met Ashley and her cute Family there after they ate their dinner, They did a poor job of eating their ice cream and left a LOT! But in their defense they did just have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAJ371sjpgI/AAAAAAAACik/kX598JoUZAU/s1600/Ice+Cream+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAJ371sjpgI/AAAAAAAACik/kX598JoUZAU/s400/Ice+Cream+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477071966745896450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax Graduated pre-school. He LOVED school. I only got one pic. at his graduation and then my camera died. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAHhxBbGuII/AAAAAAAACic/b6a7yDjMtvg/s1600/Ice+Cream+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAHhxBbGuII/AAAAAAAACic/b6a7yDjMtvg/s400/Ice+Cream+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476906854171195522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my Handsome Graduate. They take these pictures for them. I felt like he was in Highschool. So sad. Kindergarten. Here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAHWWj1fZ_I/AAAAAAAACiU/wFNah3NoNoo/s1600/house+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAHWWj1fZ_I/AAAAAAAACiU/wFNah3NoNoo/s400/house+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476894304924297202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the last weeks of school they had grandparents day and he loved that. Grandma Helen luckily didnt have school that day due to parent teacher Conferences. So she was able to go and he was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S_60muur9KI/AAAAAAAACiE/UX3z2_uOdDw/s1600/dax+and+grandma+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S_60muur9KI/AAAAAAAACiE/UX3z2_uOdDw/s400/dax+and+grandma+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476012774400980130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He came back all smiles looking just like Grandma. We are excited for summer now. If the weather would just let it begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAHVJWp8RyI/AAAAAAAACiM/1k2E8G_IyeA/s1600/dax+and+grandma+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAHVJWp8RyI/AAAAAAAACiM/1k2E8G_IyeA/s400/dax+and+grandma+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476892978536269602" 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/5996546652915136085-6873503380370100404?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/6873503380370100404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=6873503380370100404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/6873503380370100404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/6873503380370100404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-may.html' title='The End of May'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/TAJ5JRM1YVI/AAAAAAAACi8/n-qxHbydqG0/s72-c/Ice+Cream+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-5556477544970463</id><published>2010-05-09T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:18:13.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity for Spring....</title><content type='html'>Crafts of ANY sort, this was my LOVELY bouquet of flowers the boys made me for Mothers day! I cried:) And they spent a lot of time on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-soUr67FhI/AAAAAAAACh8/e3bdLcPnmDk/s1600/mothers+day+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-soUr67FhI/AAAAAAAACh8/e3bdLcPnmDk/s400/mothers+day+139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470510508223960594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also they made me the perfect book I will keep forever... Dax did the coloring in front. The book continues on why they love me like, Corban says because I make him popcorn. Lol. Dax says because I play monopoly and guns with him. ETC. I wanted to Show all the pic. but then this would be an extra long post. It was perfect though:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-soEbfOZsI/AAAAAAAACh0/c4t24-K0f-w/s1600/mothers+day+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-soEbfOZsI/AAAAAAAACh0/c4t24-K0f-w/s400/mothers+day+140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470510228934911682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bike riding! Any chance they get! Daxton's new bike, and he is without his training wheels:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-snwRtPDRI/AAAAAAAAChs/RaewJ6NetDY/s1600/mothers+day+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-snwRtPDRI/AAAAAAAAChs/RaewJ6NetDY/s400/mothers+day+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470509882711936274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Corban's new bike, they have actually been riding them in the Garage a lot with the door shut with all the rain. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-sncLNAraI/AAAAAAAAChk/FXO6MPCx1NE/s1600/mothers+day+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-sncLNAraI/AAAAAAAAChk/FXO6MPCx1NE/s400/mothers+day+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470509537368780194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The park! With Soccer in between...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-sm4xfyGUI/AAAAAAAAChc/Ir6OM9dXvJQ/s1600/mothers+day+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-sm4xfyGUI/AAAAAAAAChc/Ir6OM9dXvJQ/s400/mothers+day+080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470508929172773186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kicking, throwing, catching any sort of ball:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-sme0xguiI/AAAAAAAAChU/efFECMOTUVw/s1600/mothers+day+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-sme0xguiI/AAAAAAAAChU/efFECMOTUVw/s400/mothers+day+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470508483375839778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the Crappy days (which have been SO many) Dax is finding stuff to do. This day is was playing in the laundry baskets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-smDKOFsEI/AAAAAAAAChM/zTlzKuZki6M/s1600/mothers+day+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-smDKOFsEI/AAAAAAAAChM/zTlzKuZki6M/s400/mothers+day+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470508008096510018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kite flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-slv5_-PPI/AAAAAAAAChE/hrrDnrF4V60/s1600/mothers+day+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-slv5_-PPI/AAAAAAAAChE/hrrDnrF4V60/s400/mothers+day+067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470507677324819698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys are just learning how, Corban was super excited that Daxton got the kite up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-skg6I2gyI/AAAAAAAACg8/tEhKLrKkj0A/s1600/mothers+day+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-skg6I2gyI/AAAAAAAACg8/tEhKLrKkj0A/s400/mothers+day+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470506320152396578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MOVIES and more movies, especially this forever lasting Spring with crummy weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-sj8yzWNeI/AAAAAAAACg0/pMZeRB-dLs0/s1600/mothers+day+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-sj8yzWNeI/AAAAAAAACg0/pMZeRB-dLs0/s400/mothers+day+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470505699707860450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course with the POPCORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-sjg6wKjYI/AAAAAAAACgs/AA1LcWybyNA/s1600/mothers+day+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-sjg6wKjYI/AAAAAAAACgs/AA1LcWybyNA/s400/mothers+day+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470505220805660034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-sjKzjYzVI/AAAAAAAACgk/dUaqSrURG2s/s1600/mothers+day+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-sjKzjYzVI/AAAAAAAACgk/dUaqSrURG2s/s400/mothers+day+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470504840915897682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course Aunt Heather (known as Best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-dsa2ytTaI/AAAAAAAACgc/8zKiw4PrJZU/s1600/mothers+day+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-dsa2ytTaI/AAAAAAAACgc/8zKiw4PrJZU/s400/mothers+day+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469459481105354146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we have been up to this last month. Pretty much just a cycle of it depending on the weather, with pre-school in between. Summer where are you? We LOVE our outside days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-5556477544970463?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/5556477544970463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=5556477544970463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5556477544970463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5556477544970463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/05/creativity-for-spring.html' title='Creativity for Spring....'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-soUr67FhI/AAAAAAAACh8/e3bdLcPnmDk/s72-c/mothers+day+139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-3229992241485483441</id><published>2010-05-09T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:14:06.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sat. Grad. For my Sister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-drdZN-mXI/AAAAAAAACgU/dsNI0Kzr76c/s1600/mothers+day+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-drdZN-mXI/AAAAAAAACgU/dsNI0Kzr76c/s400/mothers+day+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469458425194649970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congrats Heather! Does she look happy or what?! I would be! YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-drOkoJObI/AAAAAAAACgM/AFtDosxXjKs/s1600/mothers+day+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-drOkoJObI/AAAAAAAACgM/AFtDosxXjKs/s400/mothers+day+098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469458170559150514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Sister and I. I love her to death. The Ceremony was actually pretty short for a graduation. Then we headed to the park after to eat the goods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-dqw36kv5I/AAAAAAAACgE/vVm12wu3CxI/s1600/mothers+day+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-dqw36kv5I/AAAAAAAACgE/vVm12wu3CxI/s400/mothers+day+116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469457660340649874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban was off "following" his older cousing Rylan the whole time. I didnt get a pic. of him being his shadow. Its so cute. Rylan is so good to him. But when he sat down to get a bite, I was able to get a snap shot. Here he is eating some yummy watermelon, chit chatting away with Brynlee. Dax was here as well, gone running around loving every min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-dp2Pam12I/AAAAAAAACf8/Xbme7RkGLsE/s1600/mothers+day+126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-dp2Pam12I/AAAAAAAACf8/Xbme7RkGLsE/s400/mothers+day+126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469456653036738402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle was at the park pretty much the whole time with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-dpcPVhY4I/AAAAAAAACf0/HQSa0BYrqlo/s1600/mothers+day+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-dpcPVhY4I/AAAAAAAACf0/HQSa0BYrqlo/s400/mothers+day+119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469456206338810754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loved every min of it! It was a good day and went by so fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-3229992241485483441?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/3229992241485483441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=3229992241485483441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/3229992241485483441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/3229992241485483441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/05/sat-grad-for-my-sister.html' title='Sat. Grad. For my Sister!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-drdZN-mXI/AAAAAAAACgU/dsNI0Kzr76c/s72-c/mothers+day+086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-8508329639869393785</id><published>2010-05-07T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:53:20.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Grad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-TQwUT7JDI/AAAAAAAACfs/PdcG7o1e-Gc/s1600/heather+graduation+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-TQwUT7JDI/AAAAAAAACfs/PdcG7o1e-Gc/s400/heather+graduation+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468725376039199794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-TQVus921I/AAAAAAAACfk/JycVMb5v_mA/s1600/heather+graduation+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-TQVus921I/AAAAAAAACfk/JycVMb5v_mA/s400/heather+graduation+097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468724919267089234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pretty lady is my sister Heather! She is GRADUATING tomorrow and I am SO proud of her! She already has a teaching job in Lewiston as a first grade teacher too. I am super excited for her. Kindergarten was her first choice but she feels SO blessed and is excited to get her job and to start in Aug! CONGRATS sister of mine, we are so excited that your done! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this beautiful girl is single btw! So if you know anyone... she would be a GREAT catch:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-8508329639869393785?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/8508329639869393785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=8508329639869393785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8508329639869393785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8508329639869393785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/05/congrats-grad.html' title='Congrats Grad!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/S-TQwUT7JDI/AAAAAAAACfs/PdcG7o1e-Gc/s72-c/heather+graduation+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-7159349858898017009</id><published>2010-04-28T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:00:32.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we have been up too!</title><content type='html'>My Friend Nicole took these photos of Brielle and some other super cute babes for the Utah Baby Guide and Magazine to feature the clothes that are all organic. It was a fun photo shoot. She did such a good job and always does. Go check out her sight &lt;a href="http://nicoleleavittphotography.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n5_ZshhzI/AAAAAAAACfc/soZBgQrc5xE/s1600/IMG_6380b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n5_ZshhzI/AAAAAAAACfc/soZBgQrc5xE/s400/IMG_6380b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465674490415515442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n5w89Pe1I/AAAAAAAACfU/cc2kXC-CUrE/s1600/IMG_6289+BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n5w89Pe1I/AAAAAAAACfU/cc2kXC-CUrE/s400/IMG_6289+BW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465674242182839122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n5qvLPS1I/AAAAAAAACfM/RM5Fdwpd8Vs/s1600/Brielle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n5qvLPS1I/AAAAAAAACfM/RM5Fdwpd8Vs/s400/Brielle1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465674135404235602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n5JHy-36I/AAAAAAAACfE/s2gQ3x4Yjgo/s1600/Brielle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n5JHy-36I/AAAAAAAACfE/s2gQ3x4Yjgo/s400/Brielle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465673557897830306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n45lZLg7I/AAAAAAAACe8/X-DhIUgH82o/s1600/IMG_6379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n45lZLg7I/AAAAAAAACe8/X-DhIUgH82o/s400/IMG_6379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465673290964763570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lets see, what else have we been up too.... Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n23AfSurI/AAAAAAAACes/gcCqf3cruSw/s1600/heather+graduation+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boys are GROSS! I need advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban has had issues with  keeping his little hands down his pants all day long! I am not kidding,  its horrible. I feel like I am yelling at him all day long "keep your  hands out of your pants!" We make him wash his hands every time hoping  that would help him get rid of the habit,  but it has become a pain to  us as well because the bathroom faucets are too hard for him to turn on  by himself. So we are having to help him ALL day every second as well.  "PaTiEnCE" Is not my greatest thing. I am working on it. So for now, we  got him his own little sanitizer that he has to use EVERY time he sticks  those lovely little hands down his pants. Steve Loves the smell of it  and mentioned it. He asked where the smell came from and I said that it  was from Corban's new "special soap" we bought for him. Corban asked  Steve if he wanted to use some, and Steve said sure. Corban said " Dad,  your going to have to stick your hands down your pants then to get to  use it!" So I dont know if my idea is working so far. Although  It was  super funny, but WHAT am I supposed to do with this kid. I dont remember  Dax really going through this phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are SO wonderful in  many ways but So GROSS in many ways:) I love him, if anyone has any  ideas to my dilemma, let me know:) ( Isn't he cute though?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n3a-y6JXI/AAAAAAAACe0/IlwWx1LiXwQ/s1600/kids+close+ups+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n3a-y6JXI/AAAAAAAACe0/IlwWx1LiXwQ/s400/kids+close+ups+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465671665695991154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daxton is old enough to play outdoor soccer this year and likes it a LOT better than indoor soccer. He he so fun to watch and is SUPER fast. (Corban was a little jeaous since he is not old enough yet, but the park helps that he gets to play on the whole time, thank goodness) Go WILD ALIENS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9ivEDIyJqI/AAAAAAAACek/qzlsHWPF2hI/s1600/heather+graduation+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9ivEDIyJqI/AAAAAAAACek/qzlsHWPF2hI/s400/heather+graduation+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465310631910581922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There he is my #18 running after the ball. Although he says he likes "practice" better than the games because 1- they are not as long and 2- because you dont have to fight for the ball. LOL&lt;br /&gt;He obviously does not have my competitiveness in him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9iticsScJI/AAAAAAAACec/uUPx57DjHfY/s1600/heather+graduation+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9iticsScJI/AAAAAAAACec/uUPx57DjHfY/s400/heather+graduation+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465308955143205010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9isrzTzLSI/AAAAAAAACeU/V1pt6VkJJcE/s1600/heather+graduation+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9isrzTzLSI/AAAAAAAACeU/V1pt6VkJJcE/s400/heather+graduation+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465308016321703202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is also quite the kicker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n23AfSurI/AAAAAAAACes/gcCqf3cruSw/s1600/heather+graduation+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n23AfSurI/AAAAAAAACes/gcCqf3cruSw/s400/heather+graduation+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465671047675296434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle is not such a treat at his games either to have. She will NOT sit still. She is constantly wanting to run on the field or bother other people. Here she is trying to get down for the millionth time! Not fun when I have to take the kids to the games by myself during the week every time. Oh well. What do ya do:) They love it I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-7159349858898017009?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/7159349858898017009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=7159349858898017009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7159349858898017009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7159349858898017009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-update.html' title='What we have been up too!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/S9n5_ZshhzI/AAAAAAAACfc/soZBgQrc5xE/s72-c/IMG_6380b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-9207841171578494340</id><published>2010-04-14T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T13:41:58.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PoP Anyone?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S8YmoxATTCI/AAAAAAAACeM/wUV1hnsoYUw/s1600/Easter+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S8YmoxATTCI/AAAAAAAACeM/wUV1hnsoYUw/s400/Easter+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460094080024529954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All Steve wanted for His Birthday last year was this 150 ounce mug. Yes ONE HUNDRED FIFTY. It is his pretty much his bottle, he fills it up daily. I have never ever been a pop drinker so I didnt see what the big deal was about it. He has been one since the day I have met him. Well  Brielle found it and wanted to upgrade her bottle to his size. What do you think?.... It is the same size as her little body.. She didnt seem to have a problem with it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve is slowly converting me over to pop, which is NOT a good thing. I am craving a big fat Dr. Pepper every day. So Sad!! Not a 150 ounce though. I dont think I will ever be able to drink that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are wondering, yes he goes to the bathroom ALL the time. LOL!!!  It's quite annoying actually. He is always the one asking to stop and go to the bathroom when we are in the car, NOT the kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-9207841171578494340?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/9207841171578494340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=9207841171578494340' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/9207841171578494340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/9207841171578494340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/04/pop-anyone.html' title='PoP Anyone?!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/S8YmoxATTCI/AAAAAAAACeM/wUV1hnsoYUw/s72-c/Easter+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-6776760245184838903</id><published>2010-03-29T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T07:43:05.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its that time of Year again... 4 years Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7YB3x8drxI/AAAAAAAACeE/wz3nPT7lKY0/s1600/kids+close+ups+0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7YB3x8drxI/AAAAAAAACeE/wz3nPT7lKY0/s400/kids+close+ups+0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455550056417308434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7UKVLOsrXI/AAAAAAAACd8/G2Hb776S_Vo/s1600/kids+close+ups+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban Kenneth Boren... His Birthday was on Friday the 26th. But we didnt have his party till Sunday. I cant believe he is 4! I know we all say it. Everyone always warns you and tells you how fast your kids will grow up, but I dont really ever feel it day to day or understood it till I had my own. Now I have a 5, 4 and 1 year old. And it breaks my heart to think where the time went! Anyway... back to Corban's birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7ESoyXBnWI/AAAAAAAACcc/cxPEOdJeQBs/s1600/Easter+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7ESoyXBnWI/AAAAAAAACcc/cxPEOdJeQBs/s400/Easter+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454161115644796258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7ESPg2B_5I/AAAAAAAACcU/l1AL6atR7uY/s1600/Easter+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7ESPg2B_5I/AAAAAAAACcU/l1AL6atR7uY/s400/Easter+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454160681446277010" 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;He was so excited to go to church and to be able to say the scripture in Primary. (IStill can't believe he is a Sunbeam) I dont know if anyone understood him. (If anyone has heard him talk, they would know what I mean) Plus he is super quiet. But I was so proud of him just for getting up there. This kid is SUPER shy. Complete opposite of his Brother. If he gets called on in Primary just to choose a pic. he will look the other way, while Dax is about to jump up and down trying to get their attention to get picked. I teach the CTR4 in Primary so I get to keep an eye on both of them. It is so fun to watch them.  It was a good day to start out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T9oagDtzI/AAAAAAAACds/heOmQCcswrs/s1600/Easter+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T9oagDtzI/AAAAAAAACds/heOmQCcswrs/s400/Easter+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455263919402891058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our church is from 1-4 . Horrible time for kids. So we had time to make our treats all morning. Corban was excited to help. We made Brownies, Cookies (chocolate chip, and sugar) and then we made cupcakes and Rice Krispie Treats (we tried to make them into egg shaped LOL, they totally look like TREES!) oh well they still tasted good. IT was a LOT of treats, yes I know but it was what the little man wanted and I do have a big family, so I went for it. Oh and Ice cream of course, (which I did NOT make).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T9JExf5RI/AAAAAAAACdk/6GByYdsVuq8/s1600/Easter+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T9JExf5RI/AAAAAAAACdk/6GByYdsVuq8/s400/Easter+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455263380994516242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T88UPfBjI/AAAAAAAACdc/c87OQaVG8V8/s1600/Easter+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T88UPfBjI/AAAAAAAACdc/c87OQaVG8V8/s400/Easter+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455263161808520754" 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;The Family came over and we ate cold cut sandwiches first and then went for the goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7ETxqSSBQI/AAAAAAAACck/9LLnOvLYoVA/s1600/Easter+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7ETxqSSBQI/AAAAAAAACck/9LLnOvLYoVA/s400/Easter+068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454162367607866626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sparkler?! Yes! I could NOT find my candles, I know they are in the house somewhere, but all I could find was the princess one. So I went for a Sparkler thinking Corban would love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7EUNrsn98I/AAAAAAAACcs/YG7fPj0psN0/s1600/Easter+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7EUNrsn98I/AAAAAAAACcs/YG7fPj0psN0/s400/Easter+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454162849023129538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does he look like he loves it? Not so much.. I think he was a bit scared... ( Notice the candle lit below we had to light, yes the princess candle..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7EVIAwTxxI/AAAAAAAACc0/DbmR4mx37oc/s1600/Easter+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7EVIAwTxxI/AAAAAAAACc0/DbmR4mx37oc/s400/Easter+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454163851108140818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The candle issue didnt seem to matter after he got to taste the goods:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T72UeVgSI/AAAAAAAACdE/09AO4W2q5RI/s1600/Easter+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T72UeVgSI/AAAAAAAACdE/09AO4W2q5RI/s400/Easter+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455261959279968546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Present time! Always the best for the kids right?! He got spoiled by his loving family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T7WNmU19I/AAAAAAAACc8/X4APCEAOSps/s1600/easter10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T7WNmU19I/AAAAAAAACc8/X4APCEAOSps/s400/easter10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455261407678617554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easter Snuck up on us so fast this year, along with Spring Break. Therefore, we decided to combine my mom's Easter party with Corban's birthday. We usually have a separate dying the Easter Eggs party, then a Separate Hiding the eggs party. Well this was put all into one. So it was a busy night, along with a birthday party. Because we have a lot of family leaving on fun Vacations next week for Spring Break that will miss Easter. Anyway... Corban felt so special to dye Easter Eggs on his Birthday. We had a lot of fun with all of the cousins there! Brielle even got the hang of finding the eggs and could not get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T8Dcwu9YI/AAAAAAAACdM/MQGLBvNjdnM/s1600/Easter+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T8Dcwu9YI/AAAAAAAACdM/MQGLBvNjdnM/s400/Easter+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455262184842917250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made these cute Egg Baskets that the kids loved. (the adults had to help a lot for the younger kids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T-PqZhihI/AAAAAAAACd0/IKP4Tky-5mk/s1600/Easter+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7T-PqZhihI/AAAAAAAACd0/IKP4Tky-5mk/s400/Easter+076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455264593685350930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids crashed HARD after a long, fun filled, spiritual day, all in one. Thanks for all your support family. Corban felt special and spoiled. One Easter Egg hunt down and one to go:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7EPuVwO3DI/AAAAAAAACb8/PukPc4w_IzM/s1600/Easter+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-6776760245184838903?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/6776760245184838903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=6776760245184838903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/6776760245184838903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/6776760245184838903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-that-time-of-year-again-4-years.html' title='Its that time of Year again... 4 years Already'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/S7YB3x8drxI/AAAAAAAACeE/wz3nPT7lKY0/s72-c/kids+close+ups+0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-9186882298522589818</id><published>2010-03-24T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:11:51.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going GREEN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pKZhwr8dI/AAAAAAAACa8/zWZR_BKYHN4/s1600/622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pKZhwr8dI/AAAAAAAACa8/zWZR_BKYHN4/s400/622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452252101305168338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kids were excited to wear their "Green" for the day on St. Patrick's Day. Brielle just was super happy to head outside. She takes my hand 24/7 and takes me to the door. She would live out there if she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pLNZavwoI/AAAAAAAACbU/dXow3dfOnHA/s1600/625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pLNZavwoI/AAAAAAAACbU/dXow3dfOnHA/s400/625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452252992418857602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pLczYOPGI/AAAAAAAACbc/fvh6LFtXb0Y/s1600/633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pLczYOPGI/AAAAAAAACbc/fvh6LFtXb0Y/s400/633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452253257085631586" 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;br /&gt;She had figured out the steps on her own, and can run around with the boys now that she has figured out the feel of the grass now. At first it slowed her down a bit because she had NO idea what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pK2R9j-iI/AAAAAAAACbE/hRs-iWZdPkA/s1600/644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pK2R9j-iI/AAAAAAAACbE/hRs-iWZdPkA/s400/644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452252595280411170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For St. Patrick's We went to Grandma and Grandpa Boren's house and had a Green Party. The kids were so excited to go all day. The family from the valley only came but we still had a lot of fun. Here is Dax, Nikelle and Corban. (Brielle was running around somewhere). These are the only cousins that live in Cache Valley together. They had a lot of fun getting crazy and sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pLENd8fUI/AAAAAAAACbM/vR7ignzTqcg/s1600/647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pLENd8fUI/AAAAAAAACbM/vR7ignzTqcg/s400/647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452252834592226626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate only Green food, it looked really gross, but actually was really good, The kids didnt really like any of it. I think the green kinda turned them off a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pxLXevv-I/AAAAAAAACb0/bd6sUlqVJeA/s1600/650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pxLXevv-I/AAAAAAAACb0/bd6sUlqVJeA/s400/650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452294738980880354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we only let the kids play with green toys, Just kidding, this was just a coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pMPKo8INI/AAAAAAAACbs/5Ty7enB13Mw/s1600/649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pMPKo8INI/AAAAAAAACbs/5Ty7enB13Mw/s400/649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452254122323222738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we all just played games all night, and it was a lot of fun! (Except for Grandpa and Steve, they were party poopers and were playing with the kids instead).  I hope that it is a continued tradition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-9186882298522589818?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/9186882298522589818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=9186882298522589818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/9186882298522589818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/9186882298522589818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/03/going-green.html' title='Going GREEN...'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6pKZhwr8dI/AAAAAAAACa8/zWZR_BKYHN4/s72-c/622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-5719171091564918543</id><published>2010-03-19T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:19:45.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VeGaS BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OkUYNffhI/AAAAAAAACZ4/JYm992Qj4ps/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OkUYNffhI/AAAAAAAACZ4/JYm992Qj4ps/s400/chicago+and+vegas+176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450380644051811858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6Oj2ZGJHII/AAAAAAAACZw/PyJa64lht1g/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6Oj2ZGJHII/AAAAAAAACZw/PyJa64lht1g/s400/chicago+and+vegas+160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450380128893344898" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to have a much needed little get away from work and kids and "stress" for a long weekend. We chose Vegas because well its not too far, but far enough:) And we had a LOT of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OjaWe_VrI/AAAAAAAACZo/E6k4SNLzKok/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OjaWe_VrI/AAAAAAAACZo/E6k4SNLzKok/s400/chicago+and+vegas+161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450379647155918514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went with BFF's Ashley and Cody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OivOUR6yI/AAAAAAAACZg/yI9y_wUT1q0/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OivOUR6yI/AAAAAAAACZg/yI9y_wUT1q0/s400/chicago+and+vegas+159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450378906229140258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are at Planet Hollywood, where we had the worst Waitress ever:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OiRQy527I/AAAAAAAACZY/5soZsWCsZ_Q/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OiRQy527I/AAAAAAAACZY/5soZsWCsZ_Q/s400/chicago+and+vegas+162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450378391498382258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Gay Husbands, I know This is inappropriate, But I had to put it on here because they are dorks and it made me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6Oh70R1XWI/AAAAAAAACZQ/DRXqWAdrHmk/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6Oh70R1XWI/AAAAAAAACZQ/DRXqWAdrHmk/s400/chicago+and+vegas+173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450378023066230114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coke a Cola Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OhE4pfmjI/AAAAAAAACZI/UTBYvNhjujc/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OhE4pfmjI/AAAAAAAACZI/UTBYvNhjujc/s400/chicago+and+vegas+201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450377079346403890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Criss Angel. We went to his Show and he is HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OeKUAyg9I/AAAAAAAACYw/gvlqJkwTdIc/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OeKUAyg9I/AAAAAAAACYw/gvlqJkwTdIc/s400/chicago+and+vegas+191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450373874056332242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VEGAS BABY! We were SO lucky to run into a LOT of famous people. So beware of the pic. overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OdekLLBII/AAAAAAAACYo/zZ3JxCURd9U/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OdekLLBII/AAAAAAAACYo/zZ3JxCURd9U/s400/chicago+and+vegas+186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450373122480604290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley and I were Heff's bunnies in Vegas. Personally I don't think he is good looking and  he is pretty gross, but we decided to give it a try....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6Ocw99vOZI/AAAAAAAACYg/GsylwPtAAhI/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6Ocw99vOZI/AAAAAAAACYg/GsylwPtAAhI/s400/chicago+and+vegas+192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450372339129596306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It didn't last with Heff... I left him and went for George Clooney! We got HITCHED! (IT is Vegas, what did ya expect?) He looked a lot better than me though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OcElmQOMI/AAAAAAAACYY/zHnI36cfmfI/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OcElmQOMI/AAAAAAAACYY/zHnI36cfmfI/s400/chicago+and+vegas+184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450371576674400450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really HATE Angelina Jolie, So I tried to take her out while Ashley tried to make her move. (Isn't that  something Angelina would do? LOL?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6Oa5Zy37UI/AAAAAAAACYI/nxmvMalQCzo/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6Oa5Zy37UI/AAAAAAAACYI/nxmvMalQCzo/s400/chicago+and+vegas+194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450370285015919938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Boys got a little "Friendly" Themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6Oe-fTL7_I/AAAAAAAACY4/udbGdJpa3bM/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6Oe-fTL7_I/AAAAAAAACY4/udbGdJpa3bM/s400/chicago+and+vegas+187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450374770439483378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cody made J Lo Blush by touching her greatest Asset:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OlqHXihmI/AAAAAAAACaA/rgRAT6TK6OA/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OlqHXihmI/AAAAAAAACaA/rgRAT6TK6OA/s400/chicago+and+vegas+180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450382116999300706" 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;We had a lot of fun and I took more pic. but I figured you probably have seen enough:) We were lucky to see 3 shows. Criss Angel the magician. He did some pretty crazy stuff. We went to a Comedian who basically just roasted the crowd, I am just glad that I didnt sit near the front row to get picked on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to go to Mystere, it was AwESomE! It was mostly Acrobatic stuff. I loved it. It was a much needed vacation. I missed my babies, I am sure more than they missed me! Thanks for the get away Godfreys! And there is no way we could have gone without my family helping me out with my kids. They had so much fun sleeping at Grandma and Aunt Heather's house and Playing with all of their cousins during the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OgFLS3XNI/AAAAAAAACZA/tp0ncDIZLF0/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+188.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-5719171091564918543?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/5719171091564918543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=5719171091564918543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5719171091564918543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5719171091564918543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/03/vegas-baby.html' title='VeGaS BABY!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/S6OkUYNffhI/AAAAAAAACZ4/JYm992Qj4ps/s72-c/chicago+and+vegas+176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-4645420876446756258</id><published>2010-03-11T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:30:15.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is in the AiR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5l67psTXgI/AAAAAAAACX4/Cm7KyX56cso/s1600-h/park+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5l67psTXgI/AAAAAAAACX4/Cm7KyX56cso/s400/park+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447520389503868418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was lovely today. So nice that we got to go out and have the kids ride their bike and even go to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5l6KAv5GoI/AAAAAAAACXw/L5jWeGTL6zk/s1600-h/park+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5l6KAv5GoI/AAAAAAAACXw/L5jWeGTL6zk/s400/park+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447519536699480706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brielle had fun trying to eat the left over snow and even a little Bark. I dont think she liked either, and neither did I like her eating them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5l5VlMCwNI/AAAAAAAACXo/W5TdNdW66eA/s1600-h/park+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5l5VlMCwNI/AAAAAAAACXo/W5TdNdW66eA/s400/park+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447518635948163282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys are such climbers and so hyper. Its nice to get them outside and off my furniture for a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5l4-aViKsI/AAAAAAAACXg/bi9vPe-GKMU/s1600-h/park+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5l4-aViKsI/AAAAAAAACXg/bi9vPe-GKMU/s400/park+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447518237898189506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Brielle's First time at the park. She didnt know what to think of the slide with me when I held her, she seems a little bored actually. She had more fun going by herself on her belly in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5l4LiSX6jI/AAAAAAAACXY/3HFSG-CvNyI/s1600-h/park+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5l4LiSX6jI/AAAAAAAACXY/3HFSG-CvNyI/s400/park+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447517363859089970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Dax, my other monkey climbing around. It started to get a little cold, but I am so happy to see the sunshine. I hope it is here to stick around for a while and continue to get warmer. We are all much happier when we can get outside with some more space and more to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5l8UD01ZlI/AAAAAAAACYA/IFXvrvV0Sl0/s1600-h/park+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5l8UD01ZlI/AAAAAAAACYA/IFXvrvV0Sl0/s400/park+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447521908347463250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle was so confused with walking on the bark and the grass and the cement for her first time. She would walk super SLoW! and stand around and giggle. But boy was she happy to be outside. She is going to be so much fun this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-4645420876446756258?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/4645420876446756258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=4645420876446756258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4645420876446756258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4645420876446756258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the AiR!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5l67psTXgI/AAAAAAAACX4/Cm7KyX56cso/s72-c/park+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-7734162042122725835</id><published>2010-03-10T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:33:01.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much needed update, CHIGAGO</title><content type='html'>My dad Planned the trip to Antioch, Illinois. My Dad grew up there and we went to see my grandma who is not doing well. It was a lot of fun. We all left our spouses and kids home and so it was just the siblings that went and my dad. It was like I was back in Middle School again with all the teasing they did to me. But it helped keep my mind off my babies while I was away:) I didnt get the best pic. Because it was FREEZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;But I am finally getting an update for ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gaHYDy-pI/AAAAAAAACXA/tngA_PeXKJw/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gaHYDy-pI/AAAAAAAACXA/tngA_PeXKJw/s400/chicago+and+vegas+107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447132463324396178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fun to recapture moments through my dad's eye from when he was a boy growing up there and see the history of it all. As well from my grandparents. My Brother is making a movie and pic. of the History of my Grandparents and my dad so we can have the memories forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gUUKqD2rI/AAAAAAAACWQ/kzfPQtxS3NQ/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+109-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gUUKqD2rI/AAAAAAAACWQ/kzfPQtxS3NQ/s400/chicago+and+vegas+109-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447126085995322034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the Museum we went too in Chicago. We went to the Science Museum which I kinda remembered going there when I was younger and it is awesome. Then we went to the Stanly Field Museum which is all Animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gRsTkWdtI/AAAAAAAACWI/cLRCiwCsjLc/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gRsTkWdtI/AAAAAAAACWI/cLRCiwCsjLc/s400/chicago+and+vegas+105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447123202169272018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heather and I in the FREEZING cold, at my Grandparents pond behind their house they used to live in, they sold it not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gRfcxzMXI/AAAAAAAACWA/ai4War8Gqpk/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gRfcxzMXI/AAAAAAAACWA/ai4War8Gqpk/s400/chicago+and+vegas+101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447122981303300466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Antioch's "Beaver Mountain". It was so funny. People walked around like they were pro. skiiers, and the hill was so SMALL. I am surprised they put lifts on it. The greatest snow on earth really is in UTAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gZLp-EGWI/AAAAAAAACW4/JWmuowG-2cY/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gZLp-EGWI/AAAAAAAACW4/JWmuowG-2cY/s400/chicago+and+vegas+150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447131437340039522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These last pic. are of all of us stuck in the Airport waiting to get another flight. We missed ours (kinda, long story). We were not thrilled:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gXyNy1OEI/AAAAAAAACWo/I0zpquZHI9U/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gXyNy1OEI/AAAAAAAACWo/I0zpquZHI9U/s400/chicago+and+vegas+148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447129900768376898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandt, Heather and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gYHYcyLVI/AAAAAAAACWw/esJ6XXi8y3o/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gYHYcyLVI/AAAAAAAACWw/esJ6XXi8y3o/s400/chicago+and+vegas+151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447130264405945682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brock my Bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gVBVenEVI/AAAAAAAACWY/lXkgtoeixp4/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gVBVenEVI/AAAAAAAACWY/lXkgtoeixp4/s400/chicago+and+vegas+147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447126861994201426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gVouYPQ-I/AAAAAAAACWg/VigBN_CZvUg/s1600-h/chicago+and+vegas+152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gVouYPQ-I/AAAAAAAACWg/VigBN_CZvUg/s400/chicago+and+vegas+152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447127538693260258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Darren. ...Of course I cant get a descent pic. of any of them, because they are my brothers and refuse to cooperate. But I love them. And we had a lot of fun. I missed my hubby and my babies and was glad to get back to them though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-7734162042122725835?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/7734162042122725835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=7734162042122725835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7734162042122725835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7734162042122725835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/03/much-needed-update-chigago.html' title='Much needed update, CHIGAGO'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/S5gaHYDy-pI/AAAAAAAACXA/tngA_PeXKJw/s72-c/chicago+and+vegas+107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-1697990943037589826</id><published>2010-02-04T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:16:23.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OREO'S Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Steve was talking to grandpa when he came over for a minute and so this is how he entertained Brielle, Was by giving her an oreo cookie:) She was super happy. But then they decided to run an errand and left her for me to clean up. There was no way but to put her in the tub, which was a double plus for her. She loves the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r8vfYmGzI/AAAAAAAACVQ/LPHwcdVnzzI/s1600-h/brielle+oreos+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r8vfYmGzI/AAAAAAAACVQ/LPHwcdVnzzI/s400/brielle+oreos+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434433793184635698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She looked like a little bearded man made out of oreos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r8ESiNvhI/AAAAAAAACVI/DSNAo3NKFTg/s1600-h/brielle+oreos+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r8ESiNvhI/AAAAAAAACVI/DSNAo3NKFTg/s400/brielle+oreos+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434433051000946194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are her handprints she left on the tub, so gross..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r89qJ6RfI/AAAAAAAACVY/MzNY6bZFSQU/s1600-h/brielle+oreos+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r89qJ6RfI/AAAAAAAACVY/MzNY6bZFSQU/s400/brielle+oreos+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434434036594001394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys love to play outside, the air has just been SO gross that I dont let it happen too often! And it is a lot of work to get those kiddos ready to go out and play lol! I finally let them go out one day and they loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r-fAnsH5I/AAAAAAAACV4/Ar78wUx-wOs/s1600-h/brielle+oreos+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r-fAnsH5I/AAAAAAAACV4/Ar78wUx-wOs/s400/brielle+oreos+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434435709071794066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r-QE5Xi-I/AAAAAAAACVw/RgsrFEGzWD4/s1600-h/brielle+oreos+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r-QE5Xi-I/AAAAAAAACVw/RgsrFEGzWD4/s400/brielle+oreos+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434435452521647074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always catch Dax eating the nasty snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r-Cr8qjDI/AAAAAAAACVo/WjgmsesM2jE/s1600-h/brielle+oreos+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r-Cr8qjDI/AAAAAAAACVo/WjgmsesM2jE/s400/brielle+oreos+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434435222486289458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didnt get a very good pic. of them trying to make snow angels because I am a wuss and didnt want to go out in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r9YRzMn6I/AAAAAAAACVg/IIsrHpIVosg/s1600-h/brielle+oreos+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r9YRzMn6I/AAAAAAAACVg/IIsrHpIVosg/s400/brielle+oreos+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434434493912752034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They still have not been sledding! And I am determined to take them before the winter is over. It is just so hard to do with a one year old:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am headed to Illinois tomorrow for Five days to see my Grandma that is not doing too well. And I am super sad to leave my family behind and quite stressed about it to be honest! I have never left my kids for that long or my husband for the matter of fact for that long:( I am sure they will get along just fine, and Brielle will get more oreo's and Dax and Corban will get lots of play time:) Unfortunately Steve has to stay behind and work and so the kids are going to be juggled around with babysitters,. So thanks so much to you guys that are willing to help me out while I am gone and love my babies! Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-1697990943037589826?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/1697990943037589826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=1697990943037589826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1697990943037589826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1697990943037589826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/02/oreos-anyone.html' title='OREO&apos;S Anyone?'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/S2r8vfYmGzI/AAAAAAAACVQ/LPHwcdVnzzI/s72-c/brielle+oreos+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-807342700818229265</id><published>2010-01-14T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:41:06.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY BiRtHdAy</title><content type='html'>A year ago on January 9Th my Little Brielle Brooke Boren was Born! She is now 1 years old! (here she is on her blessing day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0-ACElVYII/AAAAAAAACUg/DUKxrgPs-GQ/s1600-h/blessing+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0-ACElVYII/AAAAAAAACUg/DUKxrgPs-GQ/s400/blessing+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426696849083162754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked the boys was kind of party we should have for her, Corban wanted a princess party and Dax wanted a flower party. So I made a flower cake with a Princess candle:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S09_s_P-d2I/AAAAAAAACUY/WNsAdCmciSk/s1600-h/brielle+one+year+0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S09_s_P-d2I/AAAAAAAACUY/WNsAdCmciSk/s400/brielle+one+year+0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426696486874150754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little Brielle has been pure joy in our lives! What fun it is to have a girl! I have LOVED having the pink colors, her curls, the tights and leggings, all the shoes, and bows and dresses.She is Drama Through and through, its actually pretty funny (well sometimes).  Steve swears she is going to be a "dancer" and NOT a "tom boy soccer player like me"! I told him she can be whatever she dreams! (Although I do secretly dream she is a little dancer too lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S09_jLLztZI/AAAAAAAACUQ/cmNCGees3ZI/s1600-h/brielle+one+year+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S09_jLLztZI/AAAAAAAACUQ/cmNCGees3ZI/s400/brielle+one+year+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426696318279202194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the family came over and they all started to sing Happy Birthday to her, She really didnt know what to do. She just looked around dumb founded a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S09-jDnzktI/AAAAAAAACUI/7SeFJisAGpI/s1600-h/brielle+one+year+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S09-jDnzktI/AAAAAAAACUI/7SeFJisAGpI/s400/brielle+one+year+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426695216737522386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And she got a little embarrassed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S099ExVgXtI/AAAAAAAACUA/zyUj2MJv6ic/s1600-h/brielle+one+year+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S099ExVgXtI/AAAAAAAACUA/zyUj2MJv6ic/s400/brielle+one+year+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426693596921224914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it was time for her to dig in she was quite the little lady about it using just her two fingers to eat. (not much for show, like the boys were)!  Once I helped her get started a bit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S098RoSlDsI/AAAAAAAACT4/JFU2vBBkzm4/s1600-h/brielle+one+year+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S098RoSlDsI/AAAAAAAACT4/JFU2vBBkzm4/s400/brielle+one+year+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426692718319701698" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0-HkV78g8I/AAAAAAAACU4/UW_eA-OQMfg/s1600-h/brielle+one+year+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0-HkV78g8I/AAAAAAAACU4/UW_eA-OQMfg/s400/brielle+one+year+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426705134438351810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see that she ended up getting the idea and ended up being pretty messy. She loved all the sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S096_-kCIHI/AAAAAAAACTo/bSXUf9w9m6o/s1600-h/brielle+one+year+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S096_-kCIHI/AAAAAAAACTo/bSXUf9w9m6o/s400/brielle+one+year+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426691315549216882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got spoiled with gifts, from all her loving cousins and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0-Gmnly7qI/AAAAAAAACUw/H5soE8VXgpU/s1600-h/brielle+one+year+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0-Gmnly7qI/AAAAAAAACUw/H5soE8VXgpU/s400/brielle+one+year+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426704074025397922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took her to the Dr. today and she had to get 5 shots, yes five, (heartbreaking!) She is growing just great. She is a big girl!  Brielle is 60% in weight and 50% in height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S1HLqjBfCFI/AAAAAAAACVA/rDw4EhJ6xX4/s1600-h/brielle+one+year+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S1HLqjBfCFI/AAAAAAAACVA/rDw4EhJ6xX4/s400/brielle+one+year+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427342957774571602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one very HAPPY one year old, and it breaks my heart to write that your one. LOVE you miss Brielle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-807342700818229265?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/807342700818229265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=807342700818229265' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/807342700818229265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/807342700818229265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday.html' title='HaPpY BiRtHdAy'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0-ACElVYII/AAAAAAAACUg/DUKxrgPs-GQ/s72-c/blessing+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-8291753201908738024</id><published>2010-01-03T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:51:54.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely Christmas!</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful Christmas and I am truly sad its over! Dec went by WAY too fast. Steve is so so busy in Dec. with UPS at its peak and him going into work at 2:30 in the morning and then going straight to his other job till sometimes 7:00 at night or even closing time which is 11:00. It is hard to get into the Christmas spirit when we are not together as a family. We are tempted to celebrate Christmas in Jan. Next year lol! But we are blessed he has a job right!:) Anyway. We had a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0D00dPg0PI/AAAAAAAACSw/zaxiae_jyDs/s1600-h/christmas+09+705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0D00dPg0PI/AAAAAAAACSw/zaxiae_jyDs/s400/christmas+09+705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422603133394145522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dont ya love her hair due, you can sure tell she had piggy tales in the day before lol. She was fun on Christmas. All she wanted was her Cereal treats and the paper. I LOVE THIS AGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0Dzw7MAkYI/AAAAAAAACSo/Bwdc11-7Cr4/s1600-h/christmas+09+713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0Dzw7MAkYI/AAAAAAAACSo/Bwdc11-7Cr4/s400/christmas+09+713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422601973201408386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daxton was excited for Christmas all month and with him not understanding "time" it was a LONG month. He was SO happy with his last gift he opened which was his DS game and Nintendo DS. Spoiled a little much? we are going to be having to set the timer each day for him I am pretty sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0DzVuOFEPI/AAAAAAAACSg/6WNasOiIJiw/s1600-h/christmas+09+702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0DzVuOFEPI/AAAAAAAACSg/6WNasOiIJiw/s400/christmas+09+702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422601505863962866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Corbans face expression on this picture! He was super excited with every gift. But he is pretty easy going and will play with toys pretty easy. Dax is the type you have to entertain, Corban will just go play. He wanted to open each toy and play with it right away and we had to remind him to keep going and finish opening his gifts. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0D13GsNngI/AAAAAAAACS4/jagioLlWUQ4/s1600-h/christmas+09+0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0D13GsNngI/AAAAAAAACS4/jagioLlWUQ4/s400/christmas+09+0718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422604278391741954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet husband spoiled me WAY too much, its a little embarrassing actually! I found this on the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0D2PAl3i3I/AAAAAAAACTA/aisyK-iqQWI/s1600-h/christmas+09+720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0D2PAl3i3I/AAAAAAAACTA/aisyK-iqQWI/s400/christmas+09+720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422604689071377266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I opened it up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0D2adMjfkI/AAAAAAAACTI/p1ZHZIG3Z7g/s1600-h/christmas+09+0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0D2adMjfkI/AAAAAAAACTI/p1ZHZIG3Z7g/s400/christmas+09+0724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422604885728394818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And found these two beautiful bands for my wedding ring!!! I have wanted a wedding band forever and we are going on 7 years of being married and he finally gave them to me. COMPLETELY unexpected! ESPECIALLY two. I would have been happy with one let alone two. I had no idea at all and, well lets just say I feel very loved by him and I feel like he got quite jipped for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely Christmas! On Christmas Eve we always go to my dad's house, well now too my Step mom's school because so we can  all run wild in the gym because our family is so large. The kids always have such a great time. I cant get my pic. to load from there. The oldest Grandkids are now 15 and 16 and entertained themselves without us knowing and toilet papered all of our cars but mostly Grandpa's (I dont think they were too happy)! Silly kids!! My Step Mom got some great pic. on her facebook of that night and if I can get mine to upload I will try again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON Christmas we went to the inlaws and my mom's house and traded presents and had YUMMY FOOD!!  Hope you all had a lovely one as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-8291753201908738024?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/8291753201908738024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=8291753201908738024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8291753201908738024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8291753201908738024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2010/01/lovely-christmas.html' title='lovely Christmas!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/S0D00dPg0PI/AAAAAAAACSw/zaxiae_jyDs/s72-c/christmas+09+705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-8990710826188087706</id><published>2009-12-24T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:48:10.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SzPDHfeCncI/AAAAAAAACSY/YMkq_2OiQlQ/s1600-h/scan0001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 466px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SzPDHfeCncI/AAAAAAAACSY/YMkq_2OiQlQ/s400/scan0001.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418889310130838978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope everyone has a Fabulous Holiday This Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-8990710826188087706?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/8990710826188087706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=8990710826188087706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8990710826188087706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/8990710826188087706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas:)'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/SzPDHfeCncI/AAAAAAAACSY/YMkq_2OiQlQ/s72-c/scan0001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-7256882529798481222</id><published>2009-12-13T18:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:24:21.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions i love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SyWgpO6CAaI/AAAAAAAACSQ/THVhNpYRCbA/s1600-h/1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SyWgpO6CAaI/AAAAAAAACSQ/THVhNpYRCbA/s400/1248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414910757219467682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salt lake to see the lights with the whole family. (or whoever can make it:)) I LOVE this tradition and we have done it since I can remember. We head down early, go shopping and then eat, see the lights and sleep over night in a hotel, go swimming and then go see the Tabernacle Choir on Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SyWgY8R586I/AAAAAAAACSI/xm3LrgZanDM/s1600-h/1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SyWgY8R586I/AAAAAAAACSI/xm3LrgZanDM/s400/1247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414910477341422498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Year we ended up having to leave a lot later because of Steve's job (Im not complaining because its a blessing, just a little bummed) so we missed out on the shopping part. ANd the lights were FREEZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sxxmf6SWBAI/AAAAAAAACR4/-IiZZ67dmVs/s1600-h/1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sxxmf6SWBAI/AAAAAAAACR4/-IiZZ67dmVs/s400/1251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412313550600668162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all the little neices and nephews that were able to join us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sxxko9f8KwI/AAAAAAAACRw/L0emec7-5A4/s1600-h/1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sxxko9f8KwI/AAAAAAAACRw/L0emec7-5A4/s400/1245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412311507058567938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SxhbtUoBBjI/AAAAAAAACRA/7fxVqPGvsIE/s1600-h/0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SxhbtUoBBjI/AAAAAAAACRA/7fxVqPGvsIE/s400/0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411175786474440242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OF course putting up the CHristmas tree is always an adventure, and the kids love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SxhcaABAc5I/AAAAAAAACRI/oZquHfPBuFE/s1600-h/0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SxhcaABAc5I/AAAAAAAACRI/oZquHfPBuFE/s400/0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411176554036229010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle was so much fun to see her little face watch with so much curiosity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SxheVAJ-Y6I/AAAAAAAACRY/FiKbOfcthfI/s1600-h/0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SxheVAJ-Y6I/AAAAAAAACRY/FiKbOfcthfI/s400/0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411178667197752226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys love to decorate, the tree always ends up a little lopsided and with extra balls clumped together, but it was put together with the love and excitement of my boys so I never really seem to care, (or maybe a little and sometimes switch them when they are not looking:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sxhd6B871HI/AAAAAAAACRQ/ndIslzTwb7M/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sxhd6B871HI/AAAAAAAACRQ/ndIslzTwb7M/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411178203823461490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Putting up the final touches, the star:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SxhgBsrUKII/AAAAAAAACRg/hjZo6wz4eek/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SxhgBsrUKII/AAAAAAAACRg/hjZo6wz4eek/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411180534574622850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Santa's Magic Key, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It only works for him and &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you use it properly, He's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; surely to get in. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So dont forget to hang it on &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; your front door Christmas Eve;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Crawl into bed and make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sure you Believe.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And in your Dreams you just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; might hear the jingle of his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sleigh, that's filled with toys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for good girls and boys to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; find on Christmas Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what is says on the box. And attached to the key it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Chimney!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Fireplace!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Problem!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simply place this &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAGIC SANTA KEY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on your front door&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This will Allow SANTA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to Magically Unlock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SxhbWOBfhMI/AAAAAAAACQ4/y8lA4pLESrI/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SxhbWOBfhMI/AAAAAAAACQ4/y8lA4pLESrI/s400/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411175389565256898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sxhamd-ODGI/AAAAAAAACQw/E7JPcTpGmsw/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sxhamd-ODGI/AAAAAAAACQw/E7JPcTpGmsw/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411174569212775522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted this Nativity Set so bad, and I Steve finally got it for Christmas last year and I am excited to add to it slowly! I love to collect these:) They are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one we are adding is the Elf is coming to our house to Stay through the month of Dec. and we will get to name him and he will fly home every night to tell Santa if my kids were good or bad that day:) There is a book that comes with him, its called "Elf on a Shelf". But I dont love the look of the Elf with the book so I am searching for a new one and when a find a new one I will post a pic. My kids are so excited for him to come:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Pic, I didnt get were of our stalking which we were excited to add a NEW one with Brielle having her first Christmas with us this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course our PJ's on Christmas Eve:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great Dec. Everyone:) LOVES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-7256882529798481222?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/7256882529798481222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=7256882529798481222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7256882529798481222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/7256882529798481222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2009/12/traditions-i-love.html' title='Traditions i love!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/SyWgpO6CAaI/AAAAAAAACSQ/THVhNpYRCbA/s72-c/1248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-1636602199205507192</id><published>2009-12-09T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:42:52.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ShEpArD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sx_SucdJItI/AAAAAAAACSA/14HaiW15icU/s1600-h/1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sx_SucdJItI/AAAAAAAACSA/14HaiW15icU/s400/1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413276972476867282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax got to be the Shepard in the Christmas Program at our Ward party and he was pretty excited!, He said to me "mom, does this mean I get to meet the "real" baby Jesus?" How cute is that? I had a hard time explaining that one! I just love how kids little minds work. He did good, although I had to beg him to smile in this pic. because he had just poked himself in the eye lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-1636602199205507192?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/1636602199205507192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=1636602199205507192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1636602199205507192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/1636602199205507192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-shepard.html' title='My ShEpArD'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sx_SucdJItI/AAAAAAAACSA/14HaiW15icU/s72-c/1241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-3105709611369707282</id><published>2009-11-24T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:56:40.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things I am thankful for!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3m-iBJl1I/AAAAAAAACOg/K3TCgq6i7Jk/s1600/kids+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3m-iBJl1I/AAAAAAAACOg/K3TCgq6i7Jk/s400/kids+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408232689499739986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One... My kiddos, they are my life. I love them so much and I cant even believe how much they make me smile each and everyday. I am SO LUCKY to be their mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3nR7Hoy2I/AAAAAAAACOo/fYkcI6UzRh0/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3nR7Hoy2I/AAAAAAAACOo/fYkcI6UzRh0/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408233022655351650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3ngrneAqI/AAAAAAAACOw/JDJh9Z_WC3U/s1600/my+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3ngrneAqI/AAAAAAAACOw/JDJh9Z_WC3U/s400/my+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408233276191933090" 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;Two... My Husband, he is so many wonderful things. I am lucky to have him as my husband. He is very patient with me and my kids. He is a better mom than me too. He loves me unconditionally and he makes me be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3poIXADJI/AAAAAAAACO4/3aYabgeSM7Q/s1600/IMG_1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3poIXADJI/AAAAAAAACO4/3aYabgeSM7Q/s400/IMG_1738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408235603189828754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three... My wonderful family that is always willing to help me out, when I feel blue or need a break from the kids or simply want to talk or gripe. They are there to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3puKuwhdI/AAAAAAAACPA/wxl6FRrD4r4/s1600/TacoTime_Logo_350px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3puKuwhdI/AAAAAAAACPA/wxl6FRrD4r4/s400/TacoTime_Logo_350px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408235706905560530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four... Taco time:0  Steve just got a manager job at the new Taco Time opening up south of town and it really is such a blessing in our lives! He will be working at UPS in the morning and then Manage Taco time the rest of the day. Steve laughs and says " I am almost thirty and working at Taco TIme!" I say, who cares where.. He knows its a blessing as well. We truly needed this job:) Now he can finish school and we can be more stable:) There are a lot of people out there unemployed and we feel blessed that we are being watched over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3qqB51w8I/AAAAAAAACPI/xb4rzaE0z6c/s1600/boren+1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3qqB51w8I/AAAAAAAACPI/xb4rzaE0z6c/s400/boren+1028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408236735328273346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3rAfw9zNI/AAAAAAAACPQ/fnlZB4wiF2o/s1600/boren+1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3rAfw9zNI/AAAAAAAACPQ/fnlZB4wiF2o/s400/boren+1013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408237121301236946" 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;Five... Steve's family. His Mom and Sister Kristi have been watching my kids while Steve and I work and it has been a blessing to have them love our kids while we are away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3sA2txUiI/AAAAAAAACPY/aBYcVHq42Og/s1600/LDS_Jesus_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3sA2txUiI/AAAAAAAACPY/aBYcVHq42Og/s400/LDS_Jesus_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408238226973479458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six... The Gospel in our lives! I am so lucky to have Heavenly Father in my life and feel SO SO blessed to be raised LDS. I would be so lost without it in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3sfRzShkI/AAAAAAAACPg/imH6cKatsZI/s1600/apple-health.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3sfRzShkI/AAAAAAAACPg/imH6cKatsZI/s400/apple-health.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408238749640459842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seven... Our health... simple as that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, but I wont bore you anymore, this is just a FEW that I am very thankful for and feel super blessed to have in our lives! Have a fabulous thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-3105709611369707282?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/3105709611369707282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=3105709611369707282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/3105709611369707282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/3105709611369707282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-things-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='A few things I am thankful for!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sw3m-iBJl1I/AAAAAAAACOg/K3TCgq6i7Jk/s72-c/kids+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-4334357618397014876</id><published>2009-11-21T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T08:11:47.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY biG 5 Dax!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwigBsRUnnI/AAAAAAAACOY/B39LbQdKwg4/s1600/1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwigBsRUnnI/AAAAAAAACOY/B39LbQdKwg4/s400/1455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406747303582408306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my first born at age 5 today. He has been saying all day "I am five years old Corban, and you are three!" Just to say it. LOL he is super excited and has been waiting for this day for a long time. Me... not so much! Daxton got to have his first "real" birthday party with just his friends and cousins. It was a little crazy but I think it was a success in his eyes!  His Invitation said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p  {mso-margin-top-alt:auto;  margin-right:0in;  mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;  margin-left:0in;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Invited You Are… on a Galactic adventure with … Daxton Boren&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On Saturday, November 21st from 12:30-3, You’ll take part in your Jedi Training. Your mission will be to rescue and protect Princess Leia, as she has been taken prisoner by Darth Vader.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After Galactic Pizza and Yoda Sodas, we’ll be fighting to destroy Darth Vader &amp;amp; the Death Star, using your Jedi force powers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After sufficient training, you will be awarded with your official Jedi Robe. May the force be with you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwifAv_gfEI/AAAAAAAACOQ/uBnJlNHg3yo/s1600/1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwifAv_gfEI/AAAAAAAACOQ/uBnJlNHg3yo/s400/1457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406746187889933378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He chose a "STAR WARS" theme, so we went with it. I dont know much about Star Wars so we did the best we could.  We had grandma Twila make all the kids these neat "Jedi Robes". They were a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwieeX8z6fI/AAAAAAAACOA/64XOTXHNhYs/s1600/1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwieeX8z6fI/AAAAAAAACOA/64XOTXHNhYs/s400/1463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406745597320620530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Here are the kids with their robes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2432 aligncenter" title="Yoda Sodas" src="http://www.makeandtakes.com/wp-content/uploads/yoda-soda-star-wars-birthday-065.jpg" alt="" width="380" height="297" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We had "Yoda Soda's" and the kids loved them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwidayEO4hI/AAAAAAAACNw/cqElpXuFt_o/s1600/1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwidayEO4hI/AAAAAAAACNw/cqElpXuFt_o/s400/1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406744436099965458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing special about the cake this year,he just wanted it to be a lightsaber, so this is what we came up with. And its not as messy, I love cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwieUSvk9rI/AAAAAAAACN4/KMeNOdbG0iQ/s1600/1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwieUSvk9rI/AAAAAAAACN4/KMeNOdbG0iQ/s400/1446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406745424124245682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is super excited to blow out his candles! Being big five years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwicbGEsoKI/AAAAAAAACNo/1MZJIOZ_w8s/s1600/1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwicbGEsoKI/AAAAAAAACNo/1MZJIOZ_w8s/s400/1464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406743341958996130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cache Valley did not believe in helping me out with this "Star Wars" theme. Seeing that I could not find ANYTHING!  We had a pinata that was a "spaceship" aka: a flower changed into a spaceship. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwieuK1cEEI/AAAAAAAACOI/48E4AvfaN4c/s1600/1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwieuK1cEEI/AAAAAAAACOI/48E4AvfaN4c/s400/1452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406745868677943362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Helen was such a help with this being my first party to throw with 16 children. And just Steve, Me, Heather and her. Here she is doing an animal dance with them. I loved watching the kids get into this:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Swib-w_gb6I/AAAAAAAACNY/zbxQxAmjPk0/s1600/1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Swib-w_gb6I/AAAAAAAACNY/zbxQxAmjPk0/s400/1441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406742855263743906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played pin the Lightsaber on the Yoda:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwibVM_MXoI/AAAAAAAACNQ/EfEtXutvIzQ/s1600/1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwibVM_MXoI/AAAAAAAACNQ/EfEtXutvIzQ/s400/1436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406742141224115842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the kids got these Jedi Lightsabers to take home along with their robes and a goodie bag after their Jedi Training of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwibCT6avOI/AAAAAAAACNI/PHIlHmyOoBQ/s1600/1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwibCT6avOI/AAAAAAAACNI/PHIlHmyOoBQ/s400/1435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406741816665619682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daxton got spoiled way too much and it was like Christmas for him. I cant believe that I have a five year old. It is definately bitter sweet for me to see my first born growing up so fast.  Thanks all that came:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-4334357618397014876?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/4334357618397014876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=4334357618397014876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4334357618397014876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/4334357618397014876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-big-5-dax.html' title='HaPpY biG 5 Dax!!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/SwigBsRUnnI/AAAAAAAACOY/B39LbQdKwg4/s72-c/1455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-6333339308532585971</id><published>2009-11-11T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:42:44.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ready for holidays anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-6333339308532585971?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/6333339308532585971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=6333339308532585971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/6333339308532585971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/6333339308532585971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2009/11/ready-for-holidays-anyone.html' title='ready for holidays anyone'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-3928880603750823546</id><published>2009-11-11T09:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:40:47.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1Nzk2MTE2OTcyNiZwdD*xMjU3OTYxMjUzNzA1JnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAzNTEwJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz*xMTZiYzg4YmRmYmM*OWEyYTk5YmU*YTYxODgzODI2YSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SvdkbVyXmtI/AAAAAAAACNA/A5Xh7BFj2v4/s400/1383+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401896698921851602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Brielle was our Lady Bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SvdkOeEAH1I/AAAAAAAACM4/EbQJthRe8XI/s1600-h/1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SvdkOeEAH1I/AAAAAAAACM4/EbQJthRe8XI/s400/1382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401896477804994386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Svdh9MTBA-I/AAAAAAAACMw/Z61adLASk34/s1600-h/1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Svdh9MTBA-I/AAAAAAAACMw/Z61adLASk34/s400/1385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401893981955097570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban was our SPiderMan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SvdhRRInt3I/AAAAAAAACMo/YO-8vkKztw0/s1600-h/1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SvdhRRInt3I/AAAAAAAACMo/YO-8vkKztw0/s400/1384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401893227339429746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Dax was scary Darth Vader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SvdgwPz8KYI/AAAAAAAACMg/_D65Bf4rhPc/s1600-h/1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SvdgwPz8KYI/AAAAAAAACMg/_D65Bf4rhPc/s400/1386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401892660048570754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban got attached to Heather the fairy Halloween night, I thought it was super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SvdgU4T-KNI/AAAAAAAACMY/O9g_q3mn0no/s1600-h/1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SvdgU4T-KNI/AAAAAAAACMY/O9g_q3mn0no/s400/1408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401892189884000466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here it the Hellstern clan, We are getting smaller and smaller as the kids get older and want to go with their friends. We messed  up on the pic. taking this year and took pic. after trick or treating so a lot of the kids were already starting to take their costumes off (mostly my kids). SO we did with what we had, minus Brielle (she fell asleep). It was a lovely warm Halloween, Hope everyone had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996546652915136085-5956210486047256913?l=steveandbre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/feeds/5956210486047256913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996546652915136085&amp;postID=5956210486047256913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5956210486047256913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996546652915136085/posts/default/5956210486047256913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steveandbre.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-finally.html' title='Halloween finally..'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872284089935048391</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/_UKu8CUxL85I/SvdkbVyXmtI/AAAAAAAACNA/A5Xh7BFj2v4/s72-c/1383+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996546652915136085.post-7284301320801956949</id><published>2009-10-29T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:40:08.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorites about fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We decided to try and get some family Fall Photos. They really didnt turn out that great because they kids simply "didnt want to" and my camera didnt want to cooperate that night with it getting darker. (and I think I didnt have it fully charged either). I really cant win lately. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what we got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SuyrEdwK3sI/AAAAAAAACMI/ffTPCB_lhWI/s1600-h/bonnie+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SuyrEdwK3sI/AAAAAAAACMI/ffTPCB_lhWI/s400/bonnie+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398878146504875714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Corban is torn right now on being a big boy and still being the  baby in the family. He is competing with Brielle right now. He wants to be held  when she is being held, and wants everything she wants. But then again wants to  be big like Dax and do big boy stuff. He is caught in the middle and it breaks  my heart. He reFUSES to be potty trained and will be four yes four in March. I  have tried every trick in the book. I even asked him if Santa should bring him  baby toys for Christmas if he stayed in diapers, or if he wanted to be a big boy  and go on on the big boy potty and get big boy toys and he said baby toys then.  Which is a big deal because this kid LOVES big boy trucks! SIGH?! He will be the  boy in primary with a diaper! Any ideas??! I have not tried send them my way  please:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SuyqitfFhuI/AAAAAAAACMA/XskpIphutV0/s1600-h/bonnie+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SuyqitfFhuI/AAAAAAAACMA/XskpIphutV0/s400/bonnie+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398877566612637410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Daxton is So excited to turn Five next month. I am so sad about  it to be honest. I cant believe that I will have a five year old. He is excited  to get five year old pictures and have a big party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Suyppeda3-I/AAAAAAAACL4/d4a4j5zVjTo/s1600-h/bonnie+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Suyppeda3-I/AAAAAAAACL4/d4a4j5zVjTo/s400/bonnie+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398876583326572514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brielle has been Daddy's little girl pretty much from the get go and has Steve wrapped around her little finger. But lately she is wanting mommy and I am loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SuypT0A0nEI/AAAAAAAACLw/U8NtrBnMpdg/s1600-h/bonnie+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SuypT0A0nEI/AAAAAAAACLw/U8NtrBnMpdg/s400/bonnie+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398876211155082306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SuyoztrBClI/AAAAAAAACLo/JOueiHce_mU/s1600-h/bonnie+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SuyoztrBClI/AAAAAAAACLo/JOueiHce_mU/s400/bonnie+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398875659697195602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My kids Love to pick pumpkins out every year. I think it is their favorite part of the whole thing and it always takes WAY too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SunoVubiB4I/AAAAAAAACLQ/MdjaG3M7Wqk/s1600-h/rhett+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/SunoVubiB4I/AAAAAAAACLQ/MdjaG3M7Wqk/s400/rhett+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398101088318654338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sunnnkm0AEI/AAAAAAAACLI/nPhqvH_IRXI/s1600-h/rhett+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sunnnkm0AEI/AAAAAAAACLI/nPhqvH_IRXI/s400/rhett+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398100295407632450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is Steve getting the pumpkins all ready to clean out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKu8CUxL85I/Sundeo1_e2I/AAAAAAAACLA/n0o6c59lC1Q/s1600-h/rhett+326.JPG"&gt;&lt;i
