<?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-6859735190406066433</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:05:09.350-08:00</updated><category term='Dumb Blonde Day'/><category term='Jan 5th'/><category term='Monday'/><title type='text'>Reeds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-2865788974576720751</id><published>2011-07-05T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T17:46:13.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at this little Sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0tLN4aWlXb8/ThOpLM_pK2I/AAAAAAAABVM/SrhEYu3v_bU/s1600/IMG_0569.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0tLN4aWlXb8/ThOpLM_pK2I/AAAAAAAABVM/SrhEYu3v_bU/s400/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626026369447701346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just can't believe that 12 months ago, this is what she looked liked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-og8ckDj5FYM/ThOoNhwi5FI/AAAAAAAABVE/4oGubwkha7c/s1600/IMG_5252.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-og8ckDj5FYM/ThOoNhwi5FI/AAAAAAAABVE/4oGubwkha7c/s400/IMG_5252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626025309869630546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Lacee Lou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZhOjCCsl8Y/ThOmovJem5I/AAAAAAAABU8/duxuzS90AiM/s1600/IMG_1687.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZhOjCCsl8Y/ThOmovJem5I/AAAAAAAABU8/duxuzS90AiM/s400/IMG_1687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626023578297080722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mommy, why do I need to open my presents, my brothers and sister do everything for me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqYBCrNiOjQ/ThOmIiAwLZI/AAAAAAAABU0/B86otxS1Wbw/s1600/IMG_1702.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqYBCrNiOjQ/ThOmIiAwLZI/AAAAAAAABU0/B86otxS1Wbw/s400/IMG_1702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626023025015008658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look everybody-a My Little Pony!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LgzuIhKcfwQ/ThOl4AAAHZI/AAAAAAAABUs/2WKG8cWqKFM/s1600/IMG_1712.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LgzuIhKcfwQ/ThOl4AAAHZI/AAAAAAAABUs/2WKG8cWqKFM/s400/IMG_1712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626022741007146386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am thinking I should just post the cake pictures without comment...lets just say that it was my first time using fondont on a cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will let you guess if it was suppose to be straight or lopsided :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4tl3V8pCeg/ThOlYn-JljI/AAAAAAAABUk/amcD19FFVgM/s1600/IMG_1733.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4tl3V8pCeg/ThOlYn-JljI/AAAAAAAABUk/amcD19FFVgM/s400/IMG_1733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626022201980982834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dig in Lace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nqob68C0h0c/ThOjMOblZPI/AAAAAAAABUc/Y7PQY_2e6y4/s1600/IMG_1746.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nqob68C0h0c/ThOjMOblZPI/AAAAAAAABUc/Y7PQY_2e6y4/s400/IMG_1746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626019789943432434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those were pictures of her little birthday at home on her actual birthday.  Now the next pictures are from July 2nd when we had a Fourth of July party/Lacee's birthday party with Reggies fam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we have yet another cake...this one is specifically for Lacee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--STciZTn4as/ThOh3r_IWQI/AAAAAAAABUU/0JPJgknCdRc/s1600/IMG_1761.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--STciZTn4as/ThOh3r_IWQI/AAAAAAAABUU/0JPJgknCdRc/s400/IMG_1761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626018337588271362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready to let all the kids help her blow out her candles on a few of her cakes(I know I know...one would have been plenty)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-OI6iwiqAc/ThOhiiX1GNI/AAAAAAAABUM/5cOOzOiTBO8/s1600/IMG_1763.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-OI6iwiqAc/ThOhiiX1GNI/AAAAAAAABUM/5cOOzOiTBO8/s400/IMG_1763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626017974230259922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little bit of cake heaven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANT0K73NPr4/ThOg-A1GSOI/AAAAAAAABUE/tuqI8bDSnI8/s1600/IMG_1766.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANT0K73NPr4/ThOg-A1GSOI/AAAAAAAABUE/tuqI8bDSnI8/s400/IMG_1766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626017346750925026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can someone please get me my drink...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQKpX0HVwG4/ThOgOyzPB0I/AAAAAAAABT8/Qb5aq2abeIs/s1600/IMG_1784.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQKpX0HVwG4/ThOgOyzPB0I/AAAAAAAABT8/Qb5aq2abeIs/s400/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626016535531161410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NhwgMWoW-Y/ThOfORtzLLI/AAAAAAAABT0/bX81FkCtmJE/s1600/IMG_1791.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NhwgMWoW-Y/ThOfORtzLLI/AAAAAAAABT0/bX81FkCtmJE/s400/IMG_1791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626015427138366642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have four of the five Reed grandchildren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WlEW8D8VXM/ThOeuiijzgI/AAAAAAAABTs/nXYawnmd2gY/s1600/IMG_1800.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WlEW8D8VXM/ThOeuiijzgI/AAAAAAAABTs/nXYawnmd2gY/s400/IMG_1800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626014881898810882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay...so now for the highlight of the birthday party for Lacee and Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She took her first steps...for her Mommy and Daddy! Yahoo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GIWuAs2LBgw/ThOdKZuYElI/AAAAAAAABTk/IAU8cGWfukw/s1600/IMG_1806.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GIWuAs2LBgw/ThOdKZuYElI/AAAAAAAABTk/IAU8cGWfukw/s400/IMG_1806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626013161545536082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I just say that I was completely THRILLED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KR1J8hjog7Q/ThOcNDoB3DI/AAAAAAAABTc/aICrapajAyA/s1600/IMG_1808.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KR1J8hjog7Q/ThOcNDoB3DI/AAAAAAAABTc/aICrapajAyA/s400/IMG_1808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626012107641314354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love that Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRvPXi1BY-8/ThObvAsKGhI/AAAAAAAABTU/PHCkE528oT0/s1600/IMG_1809.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRvPXi1BY-8/ThObvAsKGhI/AAAAAAAABTU/PHCkE528oT0/s400/IMG_1809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626011591457249810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lace found out why the kids were having so much fun...the sprinklers.  Very exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RAxJdBP3ewc/ThObRKjAKrI/AAAAAAAABTM/hV3z5U9dRJ0/s1600/IMG_1819.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RAxJdBP3ewc/ThObRKjAKrI/AAAAAAAABTM/hV3z5U9dRJ0/s400/IMG_1819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626011078707129010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I hope everybody had a great 4th of July weekend!  We sure did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to say a few things about my little chub a lub.  Lacee is a snugli bugli!  She loves how loved she is!  She is a very sweet little girl.  We are all very grateful for her.  She absolutely loves her family.  She is a Daddy's girl, a Mommy's girl, a brothers girl, a sister's girl and another brother's girl.  She loves to be loved and give love.  She is silly and fun and sensative.  I am going to guess she weighs about 20lbs. and she only has two teeth on the bottom and a bunch that have been about to come in for several months now.  Happy Birthday Robin Lacee, our big ONE year old!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-2865788974576720751?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2865788974576720751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=2865788974576720751' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2865788974576720751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2865788974576720751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-my-baby.html' title='Oh My Baby!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0tLN4aWlXb8/ThOpLM_pK2I/AAAAAAAABVM/SrhEYu3v_bU/s72-c/IMG_0569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-5060918917584572043</id><published>2011-06-22T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:48:20.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kira!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize it has been a while but here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daughter had a birthday and she is now 5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...Kira in a nutshell:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQTv7f93qFY/TgJsVVaP-KI/AAAAAAAABSE/Gjqp04-gQPU/s1600/IMG_0330-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQTv7f93qFY/TgJsVVaP-KI/AAAAAAAABSE/Gjqp04-gQPU/s400/IMG_0330-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621174398692096162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes-Kira is kissing a frog.  We found this frog in our backyard and Kira immediately wanted to hold it and Cooper wanted so badly to be brave but he just could not convince himself he could make it alive-holding a frog.  So Kira chased him around the yard holding the frog-her older brother-it was quite a site and Cooper was laughing too.  That poor frog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well Kira also enjoyed kissing the frog...I wonder what her prince will end up looking like? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well my little sweetie turned 5 and I just can't believe it.  I simply cannot imagine my life without Beejo!  She is so much fun and as Reggie says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"BIG spirit LITTLE body"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kira is so full of life and it is wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kira wanted a pony cake with strawberries around it...I didn't have vanilla frosting and kept forgetting so it was a crazy day...my Mother-in-law ended up getting the strawberries and ice cream and frosting right before the party(it wasn't a big deal though since it was just fam)  Well anyway after some fun cake making this is what we came up with...and very quickly Reggie helped me by frosting the mane and tale and placing the strawberries(which I think he enjoyed-although Kira didn't realize it-her Daddy made sure to give the pony a strawberry dropping or two) anywho here is her "pony cake with strawberries around it" and she loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kira wanted her B-day at the park...so off we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCSE5qSALqU/TgJq4VqbnSI/AAAAAAAABR0/KxRIYi_IkJA/s1600/IMG_1595.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCSE5qSALqU/TgJq4VqbnSI/AAAAAAAABR0/KxRIYi_IkJA/s400/IMG_1595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621172801032133922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some pics of the sweet little baby(poor child didn't get her hair done for Kira's big day-oh well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymR4oXb4PiE/TgJqPuZ4suI/AAAAAAAABRs/ejupd4OWGKM/s1600/IMG_1628.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymR4oXb4PiE/TgJqPuZ4suI/AAAAAAAABRs/ejupd4OWGKM/s400/IMG_1628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621172103298986722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheeseball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--_wN2_d6vLc/TgJpoLWEawI/AAAAAAAABRk/6jKsBkdySws/s1600/IMG_1636.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--_wN2_d6vLc/TgJpoLWEawI/AAAAAAAABRk/6jKsBkdySws/s400/IMG_1636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621171423872838402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyler and all his ness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy one second...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hu4rctD1JBQ/TgJpT7Q-pZI/AAAAAAAABRc/xr-jW9M2cIw/s1600/IMG_1634.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hu4rctD1JBQ/TgJpT7Q-pZI/AAAAAAAABRc/xr-jW9M2cIw/s400/IMG_1634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621171075959137682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAD the next...gotta love him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYvfgQKXJnQ/TgJpD-MoJDI/AAAAAAAABRU/iZfnHUk1M_M/s1600/IMG_1635.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYvfgQKXJnQ/TgJpD-MoJDI/AAAAAAAABRU/iZfnHUk1M_M/s400/IMG_1635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621170801868284978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was funny...Cooper through one of Kira's glow in the dark bracelets on the roof of the park gazeebo and so Reggie lifted Cooper up to go and get it.  When I took the picture and it flashed-Reggie thought it was police lights. BUSTED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMSKGILz_-Y/TgJodR6CEDI/AAAAAAAABRM/BqK-3z4KtYY/s1600/IMG_1624.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMSKGILz_-Y/TgJodR6CEDI/AAAAAAAABRM/BqK-3z4KtYY/s400/IMG_1624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621170137144102962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Princess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gytRlbt67Sk/TgJnz5ajx2I/AAAAAAAABRE/jhdlJcQXjJc/s1600/IMG_1597.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gytRlbt67Sk/TgJnz5ajx2I/AAAAAAAABRE/jhdlJcQXjJc/s400/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621169426195007330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Love You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAMDm7PIbXs/TgJnXY59CfI/AAAAAAAABQ8/1pK7zE01CdI/s1600/IMG_1607.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAMDm7PIbXs/TgJnXY59CfI/AAAAAAAABQ8/1pK7zE01CdI/s400/IMG_1607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621168936431978994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little sweetheart is going to be in kindergarten next year-holy cow how time flies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-5060918917584572043?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5060918917584572043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=5060918917584572043' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5060918917584572043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5060918917584572043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-kira.html' title='Happy Birthday Kira!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQTv7f93qFY/TgJsVVaP-KI/AAAAAAAABSE/Gjqp04-gQPU/s72-c/IMG_0330-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-8418244067624552812</id><published>2010-11-08T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:23:29.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All summed up...sort of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Feel free to skip the book and go straight to the pics on the many posts I put up tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, so I think I just need to get this off my chest.  This last year, mostly just the last 4 months...&lt;div&gt;have been far from the best.  And I really shouldn't complain because I have all my family here happy and healthy, but I just want to get this out of me.  My biggest hope is that I will just cry and cry as I write this and not sleep because of all the crying.  Because nothing does more good than a good ol' cry.  It is already 12:41 am and I have worked my butt of today(yesterday-whatever day it is) and I am exhausted.  I don't usually go to bed this late but I have got to get this done.  Please don't judge me for all of my complaining, I'm just a wimp.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here goes nothin'.  I would like to start off saying how much I HATE hunting season!  HATE, HATE, HATE it.  If I really were yelling, I would feel so much better right now already.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On June 29th 2010 we welcomed a new little baby into this world and into this crazy little(and by little I mean lot's of little people) family.  I couldn't have been more excited about this little doll!  I was not really expecting to have a girl and yet I really wanted one so my heart just soared when I saw she was a girl.  Even though she looked nothing like her siblings to me(black hair?) I loved her instantly.  I have wanted so badly to say that she is a good baby, and all that matters is that whenever we go out people always say what a sweet baby she is and how she never cries.  She really is a good baby and gets better every single day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mid August Cooper started kindergarten.  I am SO glad they don't have all day kinder here because, me and him couldn't handle that.  It is hard enough as it is.  At the same time Cooper started kinder, Kira started preschool.  Just so you know I'm not a morning person.  I'm not the usual non morning person though, because I really WANT to be a morning person, but I'm just NOT.  It is SO hard for me to get up and out of bed in the morning.  Morning is such a beautiful time and I would love to wake up about an hour before my kids do, that would be wonderful.  But again-I CAN'T.  I wait and wait until children are jumping on me for a while or crying for a bit.  I don't just get out of bed(with the exception of a brand new baby-meaning like the first month).  Well we now have schedules to keep-EVERY DAY.  I realize I'm getting NO sympathy from all the moms out there with kids in school, and that's okay.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Reggie's hunting he claims "it's only one weekend."  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PAH!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sorry pal, you are NOT fooling me.  First it's getting the gun ready, which means endless trips to go shoot his gun(sometimes we go, and sometimes it's exhausting, trying to keep ear muffs on everyone).  And along with that he's off to his parents house making his bullets.  Next&lt;/span&gt; he has to go scouting so he goes here and there.  He's on the computer and on the phone, talking about 'hunting this and hunting that'.  And then comes the week before the hunt when he has to work extra hard and long to make sure everything is taken care of while he's gone.  And then there is the weekend or day before the hunt when it takes him FOREVER to pack up ALL his stuff.  Doesn't this all sound so exhausting, to some of you this is just normal.  It's normal to me but I still HATE it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reggie has gone elk hunting this Sept. and deer hunting this Oct., I just had a new baby, my 4th nonetheless.  My kids started school and my poor baby is always hungry when I am hurrying like a mad woman trying to get Cooper out the door.  I was doing some all day babysitting for someone who really needed it, and I think I also needed to do something for somebody else so I wasn't just having my own pity party, so it was probably a huge blessing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all my babies I have not been able to nurse them.  I just don't have the milk supply I guess.  I dang site don't go with out giving it my all though.  I have tried teas and rest(that one didn't work so well ;) and different herbs and you name it.  No matter what I do I have had to supplement with formula every time.  (I would like to note that I am endlessly grateful to Katie and Sara who have always showed me 100% support and always made me feel good for the effort).  Because no matter how many babies I have that I can't nurse, I always go into it saying I am going to nurse my babies.  It seems like around 4 months they all just want to be done nursing all together and despite my stubbornness and the fact that they seem to love it, I lose every time.  I really wanted to go until at least 5 mo and maybe longer and I knew I was going to.  Hahaha, I fooled myself.  4th time around and I should have known better, but again dissapointment followed as almost instantly I was done.  Well I made it 4 months, but that's all.  But I'm glad I gave it my all.  It is really sad for me sometimes, when I see people nurse their babies.  And sometimes things will make me feel bad.  Even though I know I can't help it, it is still really hard to know that I can't do what I am made to do as a Mother to my children and a Daughter of God.  And then there is the regret I feel for carrying it on so long when part of me knew it wouldn't last.  The stubborn part of me kept it going at times.  Because I look back at how stressed out I was because ALL of my kids were feeling at least a small degree of neglect as I spent so much time feeding the baby.  Even the baby got a certain amount of neglect because of it.  But now, even though I am very sad to let that part of it go, I am starting to feel free.  I feel like the chains are starting to be lifted but they were memory and a part of me.  My kids, hubby and house are all feeling much more loved.  It's just too bad I chose stubbornness over the feeling of love.  If I were to repeat it, I would still do it all over again.  My stubbornness must run really deeply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay we're doing good, I am able to get out a few tears :)  Let's recap, shall we...New baby, absent husband, neglected kids, crazy mommy, new never before heard of schedule ;) and to top it all off I am the WORST visiting teacher EVER!  But I'm going to work on that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is important that I get out of bed no later than 7am  (not that I do)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feed kiddos,baby, then me(life of a Mommy, right?).  Get some dishes done, everybody dressed(doesn't always happen).  Cooper has to eat lunch at no later than 10:30am because he takes forever to eat.  All the meanwhile Lacee is grumpy about 90% of the time during this little lunch time.  We jump in the car to take him to the bus stop which was coming at 11:05-11:15 until (after we missed the bus for about a week) now it comes at 11am and takes off right away.  Very frustrating for everyone involved.  His school starts at 11:35am, so if I miss the bus I usually have to run home and quickly change a poopy diaper(morning seems to the magical time) or throw on some makeup(because I'm just a baby about that).  On Tues. and Thurs. Kira has preschool from noon till 2pm.  I p/u Kira at 2 and then p/u Cooper at 2:15pm  What a day.  On Wed. for a few weeks I had an extra kindergartener whom was in morning kinder and a preschooler and then a 1st grader after school.  I am SO grateful that these kids are just absolute angels.  Well all the meanwhile we(meaning I) have been doing an investment that has been a crazy roller coaster to say the least, and my hubby is mister busy man himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been out of town way too much with everything else going on.  I really should have NOT gone anywhere for the first few months, but instead I have taken several trips w/ out a hubby, and like one and a half with him.  Holy cow, this chic has no right to complain, she has brought it all on herself!  I know,  I'm thinking the same thing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really missed Reggie's company and it doesn't help that when he is around he is a huge help most of the time.  Just so you know I don't usually have such a problem with Reggie's hunt, or have the need to complain so much, but things have been much different, because he's never gone so much and I have 4 little kids one being a new baby, and now i have school.  I love my family, each and everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet you thought I was joking about the book:)  Well I think it's time for me to wrap it up by counting my blessings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this complaining has kind of helped me realize how I just need to count my blessing because they are MANY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family loves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hubby is done hunting now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the holidays to look forward to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I can't wait to see Sara(although she will be VERY wrapped up in her hubby), and Katie's house, and Kasiah, and my Grandma's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kiddos are healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hubby is healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reggie has a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a roof over our heads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have food on the table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the cutest, sweetest, funnest bunch of kids ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby is a great sleeper most of the time(unlike me in the moment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to stay at home with me kids all day everyday and it truly is my dream job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad not to be mad and bitter at Reggie anymore for all this hunting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am glad the hunting is behind us right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very glad to be surrounded by the best family and friends ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very grateful to be a mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very grateful for my parents &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very grateful that I will have a warm place to be during the winter months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very grateful for Reggie for waking up in a freezing cold house and starting a fire so that his family can be warm everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very excited that they are putting the ditch that runs along our property underground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my sweet little baby and I'm glad I get to see her and touch her and hear her little voice and even smell her yucky spit up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to watch me kids play together so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to feel the love that exists in my home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the knowledge of the Gospel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my Family can live together forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my Heavenly Father is looking out for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my Savior Lives and loves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful to know there is a True and living Prophet on the earth today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad my husband is a worthy Priesthood holder and that we can look forward to someday serving a mission together for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that hunting is over and I have a little more time since I am not constantly feeding my baby, I really hope I can have a much better attitude, that is all I really want right now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the catch up from the last few months, it is now 2:15am and it is well past my bedtime.  *Goodnight*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-8418244067624552812?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8418244067624552812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=8418244067624552812' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8418244067624552812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8418244067624552812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-summed-upsort-of.html' title='All summed up...sort of...'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-4971891246466795144</id><published>2010-11-08T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:22:41.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reg's hunt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reggie went deer hunting in Oct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pic is the tarantula he saw while out and about.  I'm sorry I wasn't there to hear him squeal like a school girl.  He HATES spiders.  When we first got married I had to kill the spiders.  But I'm a mean wife and eventually told him to just get over it and he now does the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pqrHaFlgk5mF4EMRcI67w1PPd-7jEvBaljjtjiGtJOViDE71_VKmNqgVoGl7N8Lb8wo5FnJ8mph1BhdI3txftN-lDWg2sL84O/IMG_0581.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although he isn't a creepy crawly lover, he does love the outdoors.  He just got this deer while out hunting and he will usually just butcher it and freeze it, and it's a main source of food around here, but this time we turned a LOT of it into jerky and it is delish!  He's now ready to take all our game meat out of the freezer and jerky it up!  Yeah for me!  I love BEEF!  Not to mention our freezer is busting at the seems!  Even Kira who literally takes about 10 min to chew a tiny piece of meat gobbled up a piece of jerky in no time(at least we now know it's possible).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pMbe8AmU4oR3beYQRRYYEKhprHF-Jv5MEwb7mHklFp4YkJwFij5cXvwErEe0yE7h1uandH8DDxtzHgeB06jXRpcK1uQmsQVAj/IMG_0586.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good job Honey!  And thank heavens your done!(At least for this year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-4971891246466795144?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4971891246466795144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=4971891246466795144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/4971891246466795144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/4971891246466795144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/11/regs-hunt.html' title='Reg&apos;s hunt!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-1659921996429962316</id><published>2010-11-04T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:23:04.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween! Oct. 30th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little bit of pumpkin carving and painting that Cooper has been BEGGING us to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1peV_5236u5jt_xV2vI5ofvVpRptqrpeGQTrCouq3geeLmj_t-GBrtmy_n3-fsfZCuBcu63PStnAhJKB9ZAmbM5BfbbfsigBwF/IMG_0746.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pmBXt2W1wkreO6sI8HruGEBLo_rt4Y3SVnBI3Y1u8mLPIN0iA0JMj5_bZ1G8FqPrudR561Nm-shXWVv1V1wHNYToKdGsvMK95/IMG_0744.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pb_n87R13n7dyjYyjI3CzXZ2_33XFmd23vnoPzN2h2f-sQDh1TfeJbSU5vOzvjACyyKgJygN3mlfLMduSfjRMOSTqJdGfoLQ7/IMG_0750_edited-1.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pwoZDtq7MzMDkBON7O7SiLWkDyPkmrHb_pp4Edb6TuE4dAbNXLSWGi0GKpBTnc8pq2vj5g0zSbkky0DMBVEfrePko8zyft_4V/IMG_0752_edited-1.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p-V_agBr-hWq1BBwIkToyTGoNFDKVj5--q1GdCjVog3kVxlXPWsY7qqDNXW6UVc0zFml-JYL8g9Osnqxe6Gf5lROM5ugyZVP_/IMG_0753.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pKpO9CZQKGK1lnx1z_LhRc1_G3XNel0De8q02i9elMF2mWZVGQkAeUxbG2jyouwrlKuUs0AxOOnxNx91PytSHIIVVU_WRrAFX/IMG_0754.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pGlehjS-hMxPkBBSLSKwEN2Q9s97-4igeVM-kV6o46nT15ILjplgpTKfOl_USR2EkTLnLtn1DkCorkTobqPNa7bO1J3mCUz2k/IMG_0757_edited-1.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday Reggie and I will stop embarrassing ourselves at our ward trunk n' treat.  We are of a small handfull of people who dress up, and it's not like either one of us are outgoing at all so I think we really surprise people. I actually had a wig too but it was getting in my food so I ripped it off(Reggie was VERY jealous).  Every year I pretend like I know Reggie will dress up but I doubt it every year.  He always surprises me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p-848BAbCpJY74VoqbwT921eiRoM8IS0k7m7J98Iz6kjLNGsGY-WCUbsFY7937Laj1foJ9SpDlqGqEb5LX3xb9253wf_tEYPs/IMG_0760.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooper was all ready to be a cowboy until the day before halloween somebody told him "You don't want to be a cowboy, you're a cowboy every day."  Thanks alot Nate!  I'm just kidding- it is pretty funny but only because we had a back up costume (Sorry I haven't given it back yet KT)  Well anyway, Cooper changed his mind Sat. afternoon :)  So Cooper was Peter Pan, Kira was not just your ordinary witch, she was a Rockin' Star Witch!!  Kyler was a clown(we probably should have let him dress up also ;).  And my little Lacee Lou was a Bunny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pkVCebHXZeJQnh1cqWcqqQqmu3Jw91bNpsdGBvoy0nwrvLW7I5kqP-7fVSIiAYriqmXoTL2cqyA_JmzYsvVBwnSaJzi7Wdavk/IMG_0769_edited-1.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pkVCebHXZeJQyV_MohewFZhBI3uUwDX-8udK7UnOgvmVEXKAQ2TxRqTyZ28BSUccoV4eMn7evL5_OOISQS5ecQHIIGEFLK519/IMG_0767_edited-1.jpg?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HOPE EVERYBODY HAD A FUN HALLOWEEN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-1659921996429962316?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1659921996429962316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=1659921996429962316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1659921996429962316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1659921996429962316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-halloween-oct-30th.html' title='Happy Halloween! Oct. 30th'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-1186761126343915558</id><published>2010-11-04T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:22:12.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Cooper!  Oct 16th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Coopers Birthday, we gave him a choice-either we go camping or we just a little birthday at home where G &amp;amp; G Reed come over.  And he said he wanted his party at G &amp;amp; G Reeds, well that was not one of the choices, but what the heck-it's not my b-day.  Well he also wanted Grandma Reed to help him make his cake.  Wow, talk about me getting off easy.  I don't have to clean my house or make a cake!!  I'm so spoiled!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p8K2HfRobZQLF9YoAO0jA9l3BNUJrt24B6vvnvMvP3h7U1LaWVl1V7zLhtAvJU54x2kALGcDPUVBv7KoVC3N9rENntOgARKtu/IMG_5851.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1prHs1lqgMu3gQJAvSD-pWS5kCDOP9zH3_6SVRF6HAj16gWl23Wemdb_5eYTbHCSLCgS406F6hohmhv5eE_z1qkqq3Lv2UlDWI/IMG_5852.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Wade with Lacee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pXWWz_uBhLo2LgE4zxoVrwMfLLOTB_uCHuVJcFbhqZ6xKpapLuwHlnO7Eex6WlEzdXJu_4BFTa3Uq4MAjZer6ME3zlLybqOKu/IMG_5855.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyler man really wanting that thing to GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1plXP3xh9D9RoUodGi97RoeW4CuCAe61OACZBaiyqViv1GyVm-beKw362PmTjzrhQ9yvilsJZJf9Z5LeLE_MWsRr5mYIEY8PM2/IMG_5849.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wade is such an awesome uncle!  My kids LOVE him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pc5AsQoihhDtourqdTcNVgXgjYPpA_e-CeFlKjOUA_-mfEJwjvpeBsbQ_dt_zxbOxFGCAVEpzmR_Qs98JuGtSp6KI2LzTrVuZ/IMG_5844.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reggie get's the fun job...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1plXP3xh9D9RrC5x7E_Ax08-r58WD1XaHt4l8NokbauoIZvD8aFsUOYa_r6TS_M6NNVQxyJowNw_K9vHBpX7nlCPAY7759ryUp/IMG_5847.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our fun little water balloon fight with Reg's family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1ppHdPIBtA4twlO6Q-J_A85F2hofqtrGyd_siP9ordMLB1fSxodzRzFyfQODs1yJ4YfacRVQNnSkJNc-zPUFBTARWVihwuBuVl/IMG_5857.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pRIDMe7xNRGAfg83o-JsAxZrOHtIY6SYQqPcGbEOESrJXCQpeAWcabFEnAepSRrpj5BWM_aGOIQhUdiOKu9OAueSRkTXzwPTB/IMG_5860.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pQ8jb61sHcqZE--cDksRw5G2SKA8SukDibpKBNa7Kdg46x2XQU_G2OIBYBEg4A0m8OJI4MBLsXC6X19RUQf32QuBhjr-pgtVk/IMG_5863.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pRxXhyTpP6ZGh_0G0nHnyK_fPOv6VLoFPB8zKjOGyN_fNBKncDfmS1-9xvNM6R3UYTFcLh36Cj7L8Ld5jdykcBS6x7wfw1cZr/IMG_5873.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pfu636HsxAef8pxkC3WNSx3ivpR_SxnPPsIpfK9z2EX6rAiaJdrzfTv2QkU6mtoBVbtT_PC2p14ACa5JMakEedgm6sAOnvDMc/IMG_5876.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pDCNY2jVaSktEevXqWLPmTFvKY4k0kdAxN-u2cHT0ExPpP3dPV2QHhKRz5h3PHdAHitCs8zISCgDjKeH43I2s5ja47jcIlacb/IMG_5880.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pO_UR27DUtjrLXmXH9ldvgHKlU_AlAIH0DhXBq8di1JnMdwBKMn0oTiKYCrMXeNwqMI2OreD-Ja1_MiKpZRmy0kladmgvF1qN/IMG_5884.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pE4ymXlrKJOxdHSzbtYAYBQpV6b2ulVACC2h49WxugEyUquU8AnsT4SvNLLJDFdnXXZU01fstVTTmQhBcIbhvzE6Wya6DDWwt/IMG_5887.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pjNUKswvtnTUQNC6hw1d4sTu8F8dlg7Ps6jhb-EO47DxqDO06lytLVia6ctZ76BjcqvwWWfI4Qorm6knkHFGw2XM8aPFS6Wn9/IMG_5894_edited-1.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIDDO!!  I SURE LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are an awesome big brother to your siblings!  You have such a BIG heart!  And I love how much you look up to your Daddy, I hope you always do.  Keep livin' life with that adorable -sorry-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Handsome&lt;/span&gt; smile of yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't believe you are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;6!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-1186761126343915558?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1186761126343915558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=1186761126343915558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1186761126343915558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1186761126343915558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-cooper-oct-16th.html' title='Happy Birthday Cooper!  Oct 16th'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-2646390524605196279</id><published>2010-11-04T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:21:44.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of Lacee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;LOTS of PICS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BATH TIME!  Look at all that DARK hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p1kMMXvhQylDM7_LE9gQSMShEMsOdiujqZmdkPW_MMdJb6vfJk0DAfnBtMQcVd0dquCgfcjM6U0UwR2jsuH1qlFEJR342Z1Rs/IMG_5347.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p0ychzZ_Im2sFlmOvU-_GAtoLM2Z-efZ7aYxL4De8YjDCBKSlLNMXrPHDaRiyqLJ9yVemkiBUh2f9tsFA9252EN5RPZB90CIh/IMG_5358.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is &lt;i&gt;LOADS&lt;/i&gt; of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pNOnBRiNjb4aigzDATqP0Wy7E9Pn2TmGh7xQ6kpqCJRsTA661z7cxh3YGDbDIfHDq1NRnEIPraXbsr7sZQCdoFg0hNsDE-NJ8/IMG_5462.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pzsaOhi-dY90yb9TPrQ7x_7_ul5vTnOY69CrgU_GuP_QW6IrCIR2XmyZPtrKNfXnqolEwdK0gCFfnaJ7GejcYnd8PYVNaeolm/IMG_5468.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p8hFdb2e9h0k4yOAX3JqwK3BuZnVqmnKLL6o2L1qQIYSfMORPRDqxRL1R_kePePPW2vv4GrHk0jCd8c5B7M7yevXqh6Tbn3pO/IMG_5475.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little burrito while we were out camping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pIZQC4XcJ2GuNn86J-LJbnl3tmADy7w9c_M2LuF66dLhGEUBxWeY-JRdaslCOBIuDAcTPA5-Bp0cL6RjEOKFu4rxVovCQM5Q-/IMG_5667.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry Lacee-you will get used to Daddy.  You'll probably beg for more.  He'll never change or probably grow up(he is after all a boy) he will tease you for the rest of your life:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1purV6U8UEpLx4-sXpKOK3I_4Niu5NPE1zcEC-TT2L4bok0qLdhgO4ZhBC3Z9d5lhraLqbGZpxNLB--2ZMxGJ49QlwWzNV52OP/IMG_0279.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p9y2JxKcHFgYjKN0v-DNPKWRf0T1Hw9jlcxoRU1_aMOfiNMCsrEWr_Gzes5Fj_OkerMbgs6ZDd9JOhwZ_EoMNffn00MG9mG-r/IMG_5815.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pOEw_3hNPKa-mqNZqpX8NUtlQxA2G0yO3poxwiaIh7nleEw18D1PnXmfPxvfSKtEmV8G8cEohflpR_hN3bB1zwHuFzEDaNEG3/IMG_0550.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pGJ-y0yi-VxledDlX-3e9Lq6HNgHxRK8r2sE42ajx-gj1ZFWKlTNLBpesWfrGKaNt5KbWoJ4d1Px43oVKkAlt7zBlHSebcl9X/IMG_5827.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pfnq3jervHeAWJs6hSNsYlUyakLtWAfIGYU4Sde2w9iepV1Khrs03j7lWICgne_5iatz39M6qlOLWwYNlaXUVzT2xeC5in16C/IMG_0567.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My FAV!  What a sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p54iMjil-FsULYlpDH3VA8kgqRO6H1cy0Pd3MuGy6guBGjE26qhfzswsZScqUsSP3EoxvV1-YLaM5o9KXjHIOhjPNBtvLqnWP/IMG_0569.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only the mean mama would let a baby cry and take a picture instead of picking them up and loving them.  Don't worry Lacee you get used to me too.  I Love You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pesc4SUG_BAQwxa9M77lOnwjLjUtjjNjX7A-4GS4VqiVKh59L-KDsuBIl1ri4JKC56wP0xfLeIZUZmRpB_nF_UOBi10U6wu7N/IMG_5833.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pBMV33MUSLjDgZTr44_TxxO51MfBFg6QzrD78Ce-jolt9vhbwquRUwcOcT_GjiJWAF6lLo6VkNtEqLN7CBknX6Hs6T6ftR5zX/IMG_5836.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my little Angel, my little bundle of Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-2646390524605196279?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2646390524605196279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=2646390524605196279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2646390524605196279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2646390524605196279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-bit-of-lacee.html' title='A little bit of Lacee...'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-5065437702938331649</id><published>2010-11-04T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:20:46.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the Baby Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mommy loves baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p6wdH9eifKmMRIPBQyCUbEnKafoSBglW0RMDTAU5wvUyvPWJ3-9RvMQvDeT7Y43UwoucI2k-ul5OY1EYaLYRLK7i2cR369b6a/IMG_5364.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyler loves Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pJuZasBe4k-WO_gQ5sS5eN-W2lqwO3GQPxen1p7Hh-sU-BSeob_UpbiKqAu7_99yJ_IPOEgLw-DJpeJ9cIzUaUDvkGsLHO_23/IMG_5381.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyler loves Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p8bh-zCoiogiWwbGRoilyGGsSVk1lKOznzWaJpTKqlMCUqres6qQfoY9T6SgkHxx4MJcYBl674hqfeLkqfQOd14vFrxXmsMsi/IMG_5383.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kira loves Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pmhAb_j1TTCfUz2iU-krlWxjH4O2MtFsgBLoZVdzgDuBLtyj5IHLLGzj5GPeSeL6pKw1nYNwVIMB6xtHg9PpwD4if92o73Xrj/IMG_0382.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyler loves Baby again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p_zV7qRrdWimGzH9icW26Hy_ZTVzKmzFmmgQszKGC-3W5ebU0jQLup72ie2vy9WAXOXjn7cXpIe2POFmwxs37s2xJVfWGaQt0/IMG_5702.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pWIjCbW1yw8T-5R3uQPVNj4LF87MhpLP-YfpKlHNxorBExuf2SHsQHPx3Vmy9Pa9k4U7UXNfLrCyrZUUroeTySlFmpaZjuSRy/IMG_5703.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy loves Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pkkP6I18GZ1WaXig47PXPI4DkZy635ypbdavFX3GIOyVqZeI86gCT2oNyWDt4Ngkz_E3TJCUDFndbpAD2P-Vii0JLDbheO12R/IMG_5748.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting ready for Church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pIAoX4X9liop8LzfYkbZkAklaGb-cQrdK2f0o5pFCiRk16V150beLv1k_-cYO-9W4THp7Zl7AFBAOiM92QPqW6zkIj8xQ97VK/IMG_5783.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooper loves Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1piMSlL3_t79bcafHCB_mT8gQQMur0FTz7LzS7z7ooJQWlrvdCPe4wMUFELdLXEzl6Lo_p6uqUlgH8Ourl5A9dbaEO6CI14MgH/IMG_5896.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyler still loves baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pYM07CbyrYwKHHFVwJvVteX0iW_7eUQcK79t33aKBsn-n2mDhVTOQY2lzt8jOcOfTBccVfJDrYG-KSeuLR_2KCO0Y4ubDvZn1/IMG_5899.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these two fight like the dickens' but they love each other too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pGPxKxECJJm3hj0BwP_eJfW9YKCxudhLrVPxOQvqRl5J2juJOxy_70K-Ho83Zs2ijlHmknXuXSFgWo0HLwQUs7t-zCwx9Wp0p/IMG_0783_edited-1.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just in case you didn't know-Lacee is very loved, but especially by Kyler.  All he EVER wants is Baby...hold babies hand, sit on baby, hug baby, snuggle with baby, sit by baby, lay by baby, kiss baby, hold baby, protect baby, put hand over babies mouth(aaahhhh!!), love baby...it goes on and on.  I have never seen a little kid love on a baby so much ever!  At least she is loved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-5065437702938331649?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5065437702938331649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=5065437702938331649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5065437702938331649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5065437702938331649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/11/feel-baby-love.html' title='Feel the Baby Love!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-2176219101629983178</id><published>2010-11-03T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:23:13.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little weed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1 month old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pdrUtb2gej_F8OtP-cRPk1Q7R0gla4Wa86fZhR8axbzFXkO8xmZlti8QD8Q1JtgE0h2y6LCP-5P9h_EoQDuMalu2Pa0J9k-m3/IMG_5514.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2176219101629983178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=2176219101629983178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2176219101629983178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2176219101629983178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-little-weed.html' title='My little weed!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-7698485247650731333</id><published>2010-11-03T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:20:57.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of our recent camping trips...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p0oc_EhPHNyRVDrJ-_cgEWtMLfuSLuKMMlNdNMZhDaUWuHtt28uhznHXljNQHC5p5BRDLBuurk_F83LQVs2-VvDsoKtTDzadx/IMG_0252.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pzNrIoddDiDv8hGh0jtqGQ9UNW34Vv_rORpICln3jXDfGLHDrb4tvfRy9XHZZiDvMuUg5LucK8_PSffkmbEd8Kzqq2_azqZMM/IMG_0250.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just going out shooting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pnfAm8Ayo98dRB695SrV0IrmjxDY-KIPwoNsD9itxNXWhNpWpOa0uLEptJJAWF7QxzaFgN2Q_DfFfCq5GpZ04PPuMgy4UDjQv/IMG_0129.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What good is a puddle unless you're IN IT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1patbEiYEFoPfBNk4CvnrE9K5ie8-QUcZW4rlUrae4JNA9joMrU8yukdOv-zYwjdOzA7c3b-cKQw7Y5cQb8ZyS_1i6W-vfdkNM/IMG_5457.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a little tiny picture of Mothers and Daughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1plrnLrs6_BdbpUPRa6ggg1KyLumjnmltjoTuIayB-hUCog7YxJiy9YELFkOhw4kJwlVZsHuPo5zd8xa1EilrGDOi4Y1YmoE9i/Reed-1.jpg?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't usually hear about activities going on in town or we forget, but the firehouse was having some hot dogs and fun (which Cooper absolutely INSISTED we go to).  When he learned of it at school, I honestly don't think he thought there was option involved-WE were going!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooper practicing putting out fires, haha it's a good thing he's learning to put them out instead of start them!;)  After all it's in his genes! Sorry Brian(I guess Brendan also).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pKgDKOTbyQFYWIJPRhDx-9JF0DA_cuqH0F4lkX-f8tFTGlCPQdpw_iJOybAVs7ELoFc2Oqq22lCY_vFwxEBRjd7EToEckw34y/IMG_0494.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kira too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pOsDlc-JwIT1DSUZLiKjXyacoZ4Y6m2RSqBezvtWM3fy-1w5ndSQjciRqcyw1GcKBEZmqBxlMoWqeqI1Bn3s7bdb6SxeB1C-1/IMG_0497.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyler in the fire truck, wanting me to close the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pZsnLnWXpKWJ21D1OHDhvK6ktkSTr2hfnRBpTqArkuItYa4YazLbNtCi5m7aDtMyvgWta-0EQOYMhJ21nXq7G7uR7Nkgt8JnP/IMG_0493.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The helicopter-a definite favorite for all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pbTwfNXnP5M6sso-ncqb2W0rn5IMpQKob8xATvfS3Xa7k1ILtom0SFogvtMxXaBwJbSKEsD_sByMKNO83sfSBHDP-r8SPTppa/IMG_0492.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pIP6PeAbSAVtKctY-Fvic0eKBWK5muyP-uuBiMe2JFDBygfL8wz-KPDiMw2dXlsaLxbMHLLYE_wU85z2TF30V346ewjwbXXW_/IMG_0489.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pbTwfNXnP5M7CvbBjOwp6z-_Uj6zr_mrnGk6YsZe8QV4gW8NxDm0fV0qih060-2h9-9ueYzmLdLWJQzm-UH0ayvoqBoV8oDqg/IMG_0490.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lacee has all the fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pKqtln6VZgxyeilU2N5l-IBI56xzkniK1WBScMM_F-YIzl7n7oSOQszmxrFz9k6O_SMIFaXhwgBAo12MypCpwfn6cEs2guuLO/IMG_0500.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pdHbFwGJ0lR42AfCRWV9T_9Yj93JKKu9O9sbnUP3PP0nt7sGYpfyzeoTH81ubmVmAjcyOjeJTyQ2WB5ii7cvEKNvERQneyjUf/IMG_0505.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-7698485247650731333?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7698485247650731333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=7698485247650731333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7698485247650731333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7698485247650731333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/11/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-9216710960298183644</id><published>2010-11-03T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:22:23.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cluff family outing! Oct 19th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We went on a nice little trip and stayed in Greer.  We were able to spend some time with my family at different intervals.  We weren't all there at the same time but it was fun for me to get to see everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eden, Cooper, Ayden, Kira, Kyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pzSZ30cxjPavUz3vFIjm5zt7U2we2gdRI1x0RH9jCow5C1Wu9XPAOuVxoC6Q4AHN2ceA2Al5Ff_GN-4y2CRUebO10BehFIkys/IMG_5918.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ayden, Cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pCBzMxp2u4PkCQwIMnLySMada3C0bkJs2foRqExnlZBNnOoktxE_Gpnvl8hA6AVqjwXWjvEb6FHNJd48onBtWZpAt0bfz7x_L/IMG_5916.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kira, Kyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pqEJ--P4hBQTkU0gtzPtcVzXqrU7yPNV1nfyE14XIzdod1HuM32cneVQ32plZFdES1Cd1ll_aVB9jKLPPIZBhBsqWT2j0TbZH/IMG_5912.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pCcNY6sbd5ayc1yQQ5fFYXgPBky7qKJrKQvdwizo6qoaXAwe9pprV4K5IKfAirl_kM4KyH1m_V4E2XlswP_1XBHqi62h9aJ--/IMG_5907.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p-P4F3AcfirZTyU3mQsMoURjBZzFjKRYwteVgiqCUB224UuOXWmLR9KH0vu5WC5pC3mxj6zSuJ4o0gvy0Q1M7EMlVhWHy81WJ/IMG_5911.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eden caught a fish in her net and got Cooper very excited about using the net.  We went back a couple days later and they both caught many, even Reggie and I did (it was really fun).  Eden is growing up so fast!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p5oaQph42yz-b9sgqGS5dz6kKiTtIa8omFNVil2xOr8TUGAmHkpaX3ulygnecIy80L30hLWyjqzQEpxTIOoMruURkID7xl9NW/IMG_5905.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lacee's excitement was spent sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pfgE0CSLJsV3KTx4xpBAQhxUCF-23zCttS30rCyBg_Tu3oX_KVdKtr7OD3gy2axkdJRCVbryaiHpWOvfxmubPPXXrkitrt77F/IMG_5921.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Cluff soakin up all the fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pm8AGkaN7YDqSMsBys86lBhCm64JaWp2qcme3tpAY9q0NXBw03uUoW2ZRY__Ivp3afXkPupeIaas1rTj93Z4_BxtNJRTbqyeY/IMG_5923.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Charlotte Marie Cluff and Robin Lacee Reed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pOKsZ_rN1SGwDqOuldfiuItWJ6z0XWJiCvkGdj6ld8eBpWsCmQG6Xn5wRfEQ4WILjzCSVM6L27ESpmXwIbAfcCqRSJdjecndo/IMG_5928.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brian and Marie's adorable baby girl goes by Charley but her name is Charlotte.   Charley and Lacee are only 3mo. apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pOKsZ_rN1SGwyAhViMLXCbA5XSoLNJuDH35uY0-E0g6Zr-2Z-new_ubxfsJRfRTSEC3iLKEy0mIs-3qdCIXXYW-dc2wm1r-YV/IMG_5940.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p7zcVJqNnBiTB2ljp8XCLb9ibmWlS_zaj-XUnm-cUMlrUicgHud07dqnsRSjXQN3hS3FqjCNTSTkNUN-scIk_Of39dKZ9XfdR/IMG_5942_edited-1.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kyler and his cousin Carsten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pL0RyNCwK9FSQ_OL1mBqd9UMSW7NU8fvv80YtnV0339jt-oHcgXlZlozGXXyGyZ-9qe3K2e7Df0ZlkidU-NzE4Gyb_RGIJNWC/IMG_5943_edited-1.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poor Kira-a diamond in the rough.  It's a good thing she can hold her own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pIROtDaw7FD0ID8Izn8-dlODhOsGU5_WuNyQi0t-kStE8hqF8I6hYjcq7QMB3hpcaFdY-gZ6iXf4yNn_lLNUMu_s4RqI3OYmX/IMG_5945_edited-1.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My sis-in-law Katie having way to much fun.  Sorry the pic is not upright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pm4mo8PkR55fIIM2niSp8MKNrrPl1r8sLY8KLFelf9WUj9xnBW97QX5BuV4RhfFPLrgkXxc_0TmY6AgirVgdQjMvGeUc-67Aa/IMG_5947.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My very talented niece Kiley made this awesome jewelry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewoea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pyKCXJ_yxs8FuEACDGFtRNDIKxOU2Zq_jqKrT7e41fn-Ff9xAdRdToyJIFFLKRavqoNtzWoozOAw3C5PTpNkaKMDZKzp3PHu_/IMG_5948.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-9216710960298183644?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/9216710960298183644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=9216710960298183644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/9216710960298183644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/9216710960298183644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/11/cluff-family-outing-oct-19th.html' title='Cluff family outing! Oct 19th'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-5630439986691477949</id><published>2010-11-03T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:20:27.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School kids!  Aug 10th &amp; 11th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kira started preschool on Tuesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kira has Preschool on Tues and Thurs from 12pm-2pm and she loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p4wPnJx88dT3T5u_byiVhjv26kyjtACyvtLJx6oQ2rBDXsr88h54bz7Yq8aVNDUT0jKDk3ypGh0WPhbByH6Q8onb3dEFf5gFv/IMG_5670.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooper started Kindergarten on Wednesday, the day after Kira.  He rides the bus(which I wish he didn't but oh well) @ 11am, his school starts at 11:35am and he is done at 2:15pm when I pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p82x32WeuGHhlPHUCkediXAyXxzCzB9__xKeHqIXPagfmXeB_a9bAb4cOouNXSKnThIDWzD_tRrAtHbk0PhhbkP-ocuGDXcMC/IMG_5672.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pwMGQFwxR4SVVBwZDOqVdY1jeWdHIzJj0mtXzLLKqbW4gjPamS0f02X3ckRpt2v5A4IVGSETesocSW9aNp3YAHIlobXX5p1Lk/IMG_5674.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p5iGmK4aA-LaPJsLxQpiBljp_fICkHdlyJ50mvS_z_FVYrJV7LviXSwXkyuLU1EVZ2OhLtuet8zBnI-uB0WBLXZpOZOXzPDnt/IMG_5678.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pmjkmbGCqXZCUc3AWvJEsz22df7OQoznEfUbKu_yfLPN2dWDMn1Fizvq-3ZXm8NquHvf9oKBkW3mOXTK8p-6j6dfl15XFSUUr/IMG_5681.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Kindergarten orientation Cooper was playing with the wheel on the hamster cage.  He spun it until it flipped off and rolled on the ground.  It scared him SO bad, and I'm sure he thought he was in so much trouble because he looked terrified(probably mostly embarrassment) and just grabbed my leg and burried his face.  It broke my heart and I just wanted to cry for him.  He was crying softly and said "I wanna go home!"  "Let's go!"  He calmed down and forgot all about it within just 5 minutes.  I was sure that this school year was going to be very long, but instead he has gone to school just fine and loves it.  He has had his moments and sometimes just wants to be with Mommy at home all day(that happened about 2 different times-after very long days), but he just needs a little extra sleep.  He has been a little whiny lately and I have been terrible about getting him to bed early.  He is such a great kid and loves his Teacher- Mrs. Tanner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-5630439986691477949?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5630439986691477949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=5630439986691477949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5630439986691477949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5630439986691477949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/11/school-kids-aug-10th-11th.html' title='School kids!  Aug 10th &amp; 11th'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-5992848266883870743</id><published>2010-11-03T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:20:11.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Day!  Aug 1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lacee was Blessed by her Daddy on August 1st 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pylzr_1RnHU2LnyYQeLyHEZXeA9KGT_U0Eqpy_e7LQ8Md8R2batMNVcqx_Stu5G2AHRG4AHk3UhC3IRL9oxVoq3enocME8Ye2/IMG_5590.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p1YI0ankY_XVK_factU9IwYPAxUECBk9SPKsD18HvCFBsJ_by4BDHTKHY_CQNbYfGvOPfgGp_QxppGgeroDvHuF85XDkA6mHR/IMG_5592.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1papYdkzXmlCHtCs5BZEVmpn_IDdHwKCBulDxAwwCeMaiMCj_-blb0AJfZV0Ej7SY_Ua9peQdZitubzmg_auZDzYliHUicMw_T/IMG_5593.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pJ4y-UibMzGW7CZiYRPdZHpCakZhNcZqqjnfzZjj_tob9b5aKtSinHjxoxOg61wgFeGwxB0_jv4va9IhKz_XfGdVUTUmiHIkY/IMG_5598.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece Eden with Lacee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p2YpruNBLYbrKOWEnHyoo-wIqt5ZLl_Sn_ZXO5HL1NdCsb-bEX_6Gm_1E-4-_rJ-Gf5CYwLpNZc1ixpoCKB0UWM6-VqOzPDww/IMG_5602.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece Kiley with Lacee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1plRWKAmLrExsaPXpgbSbt8EUAo7W_5xrssUNCMkeQvOJjzV4mObfJPbQ2ZaH32UswfOq3ZxN5Ff8j_SBTuenxXnKgOBRIMi1O/IMG_5603.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom with Lacee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pYNmWKkPOxcd8abtEXksrpaOlP_8s0STY439V8xR0Hs3xIZLJRqcKJkx5FZIPdIBVR1vjLVBNXrNDS-ij5JDRvTDtV3R26AdF/IMG_5605.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Cluff with Lacee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p_bdfTb1zsy8CqYeOXPASNPH9sf9YP9ylGEPsBBnpzv04D6KnObBOhh3w2TKAQQzhVX7re1fYePDYLLJFfSiOUsLrg0jJXHjY/IMG_5607.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My precious little Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1ploarGwwFe58pwUOsDzutSsZvC2-IjvoZo2ekxTRCyY8N7wP8OonR3Vfn62tOQuwbTTQQV3y-rmHd5c66ZBJGjNIVUO-Q5VQw/IMG_0179.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1ppZYSOXObx8OSxZZeGr1Lw9WpY63XKxKag3kaqWmd-7ZXiGgYEp0-JAQgZeFiMY2PDjTq9wU0bRt2YI47tb68mAK5fOrscGoy/IMG_0214.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-5992848266883870743?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5992848266883870743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=5992848266883870743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5992848266883870743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5992848266883870743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/11/blessing-day-aug-1st.html' title='Blessing Day!  Aug 1st'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-3736483420342315393</id><published>2010-07-25T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:19:25.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kyler and Pioneer Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://secure.wlxrs.com/FC-2LmMSeQCn-JgnbEUCLQ/images/transparent.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky little Kyler kid gets to have a parade and fireworks for his Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pMB78IWeBI3dMQT7KoD4nltSJstJqvOjsxjpiaaZAvUitf1lbFm_wNeq6mYLTGNBIWuUYWxdZB9-Xn8I68fka9J8Up5cQa3H2/IMG_5471.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kira was very sweet about sharing her sucker, she even went to the group of people(whom we didn't know) and offered to share her sucker with another little girl.  (I did stop her:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pMB78IWeBI3eL2yyhnPQyumLX9TOGNcBmyS0cSXy_mj7zxFH6KfXGjYN6v9vBsPGP6mSrwbGmQa3BOfrbnoKBk12g-q90rNJP/IMG_5474.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pzulzSD_JqTMPbyMH4S3Pn9SLxqs5nt5npnJy-n7WU2E-dvDC8RBkg8ljMsJxEiVXnTALWOWq7PDIY0klxBHTm4lgjT2eu6DP/IMG_5475.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1prjf22LYNrXNePbjMsI4v2vlTECQPegnyQxwLfeitVwk7PNDd43h4Ufz1P8PAd5sWo4f3jIMinV9eOIECoglJGLk2pvOcMEQG/IMG_5476.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pQhaTDKvWLPFKy4XDQeQTQx8NrTpewG0hNAxyWD7mj2wKmlljkFA48dQ9C7XklZur6l5vC6vEAF7uwgodtlrhcvp_uNCzAKIw/IMG_5489.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyler turned 2 yrs old on Pioneer Day and had a great B-day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1po4-8Qwq2AYOHmeuOJuniOg4txDJiepK5DK-3cxRG59cRNbrE0t48IPmXbz3wtAmTe8uIJf8IXHHnAfrGxtO6azvRSdniW1Xf/IMG_5498.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1ptB9YD-osjAiINv3rphPfCS7HJ16PDltaXW3HJUVTotptJSyeCLiwlX9NUd8BntoGsOq3wzqJTHToqPr56HQ6NJVAo-cCREzT/IMG_5505.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a little fun with sparklers!  Cooper was a little scared of them(haha poor kid)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pkbHPC8TsIMkHF73bN67ArmSdbrpcEGEJJ2SSg9bBs7cewmUgL7d1FjANcFagu838M8Zei9MP3v9wjLO2GJHr6S6cjGsgSYi3/IMG_5509.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lewzea.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pWncskoCKRcSLgQANGpQGYZw5dDcFaXlOQn3IsPmdAomc0ymOiVvHzhLlAM9M01llpxjtnECt6gbAHm2zEkLHdWU6yp3S368p/IMG_5513.JPG?psid=1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little about Kyler:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyler has always been a VERY tender hearted little guy, but lately he's been pretty tough and he really likes to SCREEEEEAAM!  He is my 3rd red headed temper filled child and then some!  He LOVES LOVES LOVES his little baby sister!  He in fact loves his whole family very much.  He carries around his little green froggy and calls it baby(good thing he has his own baby or Lacee might never be rid of him).  He calls Reggie "HI" and use to call Lacee "HI".  What a goof-ball.  I love this little boy, he is A+Awesome!  I Love You Kyler!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-3736483420342315393?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3736483420342315393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=3736483420342315393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3736483420342315393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3736483420342315393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-kyler-and-pioneer-day.html' title='Happy Birthday Kyler and Pioneer Day!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-6841882191016705067</id><published>2010-07-08T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T16:29:20.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boy or girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had an adorable baby &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GIRL&lt;/span&gt; last week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the me that I don't really miss...the big, restless, tired and uncomfortable me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken 5 days &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; my due date and 2 days before having my little sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDdtOQ_aATI/AAAAAAAABOo/DYPD4Vn0iyM/s1600/IMG_5225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDdtOQ_aATI/AAAAAAAABOo/DYPD4Vn0iyM/s400/IMG_5225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491978362448118066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I'll TRY to sum up the story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was never so done being pregnant in my life.  When I had my other babies I was ready-but this time around-I was beyond ready.  I was starting to get OVER emotional BEFORE my due date even came around.  I was trying not to be induced but knew I couldn't go on forever.  The day before my due date I was really hoping for some change or progress of some kind, and when my Dr. checked and there was NOTHING, I went into a short depression and left the Dr. office in tears(what a ball baby I am ).  I had to go in to do a stress test every three days after the due date (talk about stressful).  Well finally, 6 days after my due date I surrendered and they put me on the schedule for the next morning at the hospital to be induced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday night: drop kids off with G &amp;amp; G Reed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday morning: arrive at hospital at 7am (or maybe a little after)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;approximate times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8-9am:  I get antibiotics-yeah for penicillin!-(or NOT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9-10am:  I get the pit-yeah for pitocin!-(again-or NOT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10am-12pm:  Contractions are getting more intense :) (or NOT)p.s.-I am a BIG baby with pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:30pm:  Waiting for my Dr. to come and break my water because THEN I get the HAPPY MEDICINE-aka the epidural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1-1:30pm: Me really wanting the epidural and still no Dr., so-they got me my epidural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1:30-2pm:  Dr. broke my water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2:30-3pm:  ME: "Nurse could you check me please, I feel some pressure"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nurse:  "I better call your Dr. and tell him that by the time he gets here we'll be having a baby"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about 3pm: Dr. comes and says something funny.  I laughed.  Dr. joked about laughing the baby out.  I laughed more.  It was time to push and my Dr. said laugh.  I laughed.  He said stop.  I laughed more.  Remember:  I had HAPPY MEDICINE  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3:09pm:  Little baby girl is born.  I laughed my daughter into this world-kinda funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We named her after my mom.  My moms name is Robin.  Reggie and I both agreed how great it would be to name her after someone she'll know, not to mention naming her after someone so great.  My mother is a Saint, she is amazing.  We are calling her by her middle name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robin Lacee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She needed a little oxygen when she was born, nothing major.  That tube with the green end is just helping her out with some oxygen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDdsco6N5OI/AAAAAAAABOg/2KPIFU3LzkQ/s1600/IMG_5253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDdsco6N5OI/AAAAAAAABOg/2KPIFU3LzkQ/s400/IMG_5253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491977509875344610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reggie called to tell the kids if it was a boy or girl and Kira told Reggie over the phone that it was a girl!  She knew it!  She is very excited to have a little sister.  Kyler loves the little baby but doesn't seem to concern himself too much with her.  Cooper is probably the most excited little boy ever.  He could hardly wait to see her in the hospital, and he just lit up.  The kids can't seem to remember her name yet and I call her cutie pie or sweetie pie sometimes and today Cooper said "Where's cutie-pie?" as if it's her name.  It was pretty adorable.  Kira calls her "my baby sister"  and Kyler says "Baby".  All 3 of them think that thing on her belly is REALLY gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDdripRde-I/AAAAAAAABOY/FhVob68DLCY/s1600/IMG_5272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDdripRde-I/AAAAAAAABOY/FhVob68DLCY/s400/IMG_5272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491976513540422626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDdqlAhjaGI/AAAAAAAABOQ/m_OtQYyiYg4/s1600/IMG_5286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDdqlAhjaGI/AAAAAAAABOQ/m_OtQYyiYg4/s400/IMG_5286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491975454630045794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDdqCpw32-I/AAAAAAAABOI/HZPNsR590xo/s1600/IMG_5285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDdqCpw32-I/AAAAAAAABOI/HZPNsR590xo/s400/IMG_5285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491974864404732898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet dreams sweetie-pie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDZlF9Je6QI/AAAAAAAABNg/KAURnJNQbIg/s1600/IMG_5300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDZlF9Je6QI/AAAAAAAABNg/KAURnJNQbIg/s400/IMG_5300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491687948612987138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDZkHqXJ1TI/AAAAAAAABNY/t3aqjVN2U-w/s1600/IMG_5302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDZkHqXJ1TI/AAAAAAAABNY/t3aqjVN2U-w/s400/IMG_5302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491686878418162994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well she was my biggest baby weighing in at 8 lbs. 2 oz. And she was the 4th baby in this family to be born at 21 inches.  But she was definitely the first baby with out red hair.  I don't think you can see the hair color in these pictures, but she has BLACK hair.  That totally threw me for a loop, but I LOVE it!  Her black hair is gorgeous, and I'm not sure if it will fall out and grow in blonde or if it will stay black, but either way I'm pretty sure she won't be a red-head.  Cooper was the only one who guessed she would have black hair.  Well thats the story, I said I would TRY and sum it up not that I actually would :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-6841882191016705067?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6841882191016705067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=6841882191016705067' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6841882191016705067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6841882191016705067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/07/boy-or-girl.html' title='boy or girl...'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TDdtOQ_aATI/AAAAAAAABOo/DYPD4Vn0iyM/s72-c/IMG_5225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-3195514427035412692</id><published>2010-06-18T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:11:28.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kira!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well my little girl turned 4 yrs old last Monday.  Although it seems like she was already four, it's still crazy that she actually is 4 now!  She has been saying Happy Birthday every night for months now (she is a VERY silly little girl)  and still is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reggie was working in the area and swung in to take Kira out for lunch.  It was really sweet to see Kira's Daddy want to do something special with her.  They have a very cute relationship.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess this is Kira's first real date :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TBvNYIyHKxI/AAAAAAAABNQ/2k46Xp5EA8E/s1600/IMG_5179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TBvNYIyHKxI/AAAAAAAABNQ/2k46Xp5EA8E/s400/IMG_5179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484202785811933970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a cute picture of Kyler chowing on some birthday cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TBvNA73GWgI/AAAAAAAABNI/EK2Ixxq6wyE/s1600/IMG_5196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TBvNA73GWgI/AAAAAAAABNI/EK2Ixxq6wyE/s400/IMG_5196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484202387206199810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had Kira's party at the park, but Reggie got home so late that it was almost dark ( oh the poor girl was so anxious to get to the park-it was a very interesting evening to say the least-just trying to get there).  But once we got there Kira had a blast with her presents and wondering around the playground in the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TBvMiYDtTBI/AAAAAAAABNA/Fmq9t_ix_1w/s1600/IMG_5182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TBvMiYDtTBI/AAAAAAAABNA/Fmq9t_ix_1w/s400/IMG_5182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484201862199331858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She got a bike which she was thrilled about(and Cooper even more so).  Thus far Cooper has ridden it more than Kira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she such a cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TBvMGcpaeCI/AAAAAAAABM4/TmX1IWhod1g/s1600/IMG_5192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TBvMGcpaeCI/AAAAAAAABM4/TmX1IWhod1g/s400/IMG_5192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484201382394886178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we got a free cake from Bashas for her birthday but Kira wanted cupcakes.  I tried(and half failed) making cupcakes in a cone.  Should have been super cute but ended up being super cute melted ice cream cake cones.  Well anyway her Bashas cake which I still got for her, fell on the park bench (you know how toast always falls to the ground butter side down-well cakes fall frosting side down ;)  Okay, I have to say that it was just another thing to top it all off, but none the less, I thought it was hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loved helping me make her cupcakes and she wanted pink yellow and blue frosting, so that is just what we did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TBvLlUCz0yI/AAAAAAAABMw/flbjyDt8joc/s1600/IMG_5194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TBvLlUCz0yI/AAAAAAAABMw/flbjyDt8joc/s400/IMG_5194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484200813149803298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well Kira, I hope you know how special you are because you really are!  You really are easy to please and you love to be silly and make everyone happy!  You show your affection very often by hitting people-especially Daddy.  You have to be looked at when talking or you think you aren't being listened to (sorry you get that from your Mommy) You are very care free and wild at the same time.  You are a great big sister and a fun little sister.  We are very lucky to have you in our family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s.  I'm glad you finally came to terms with being 4.  I know how bad you want to be 5.  Next year you will be, but for now-don't grow up too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-3195514427035412692?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3195514427035412692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=3195514427035412692' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3195514427035412692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3195514427035412692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-kira.html' title='Happy Birthday Kira!!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/TBvNYIyHKxI/AAAAAAAABNQ/2k46Xp5EA8E/s72-c/IMG_5179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-1134284560960112515</id><published>2010-02-22T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:24:26.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the valley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last month(Feb.) we made a trip to the valley so Reggie could get his plumbing license (long story).  Well we stayed with my brother and sis-in-law and had a blast.  While Reggie was doing the whole study and test taking thing, me and the kids hung out at the house or went into town for some city life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NIGHT 1:&lt;/span&gt;One of the nights I was there I got to catch a glimpse of their Bunco night and I actually WON-yeah, so what if it was winning the losing spot right?! :)  I ended up with the least amount of points but it was lot's of fun.  Reggie had to take the kids out for dinner and come back at bedtime and it was very sweet of him to not only leave the premises but to also not complain at all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NIGHT 3: &lt;/span&gt;The next night we had dinner with some friends, Jake and Kristen.  Then we had to race off so me, Katie and Marie(my sis-in-laws) could go to the movies which was so fun to just hang out, we ended up just chillin after the movie for a while.  I love just hangin out with the girls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DAY 1:&lt;/span&gt;The days were pretty busy, the first day was hangin out at Katie's and helping her prep for Bunco night since it was her turn to host.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DAY 2:&lt;/span&gt;The second day was a shopping day, so I went into town and met Marie at Savers (one of my favorite places-now the secret is out and you all know I buy second hand clothes :)  When we left the store Marie hung out to make sure this weird guy talking to me and standing a little too close to my car didn't do anything crazy and then we were off.  I went to pick up Reggie for a lunch break and Marie and Ayden went to pick up Brian(my brother) and we all met up at the mall for some lunch before Brian and Marie had to race off to take Brian to school.  I then took Reggie back to his class and went off the Hobby Lobby(yet another one of my FAVORITE places).  Reggie calls it Happy Hobby(I think he has to rename absolutely everything in my world, just to drive me crazy-he is such a TEASE!) -What a goof, but I Love him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DAY 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  Well on Thursday I took my kids to the dinosaur museum which was so much fun!  The official name is the Arizona Museum of Natural History.  I was so excited to take my kids out and do something for them.  When they are older maybe we will learn a little more than the numbers on the elevator :).  Friday we packed up and took Reggie to take his test(which he did GREAT on) and while he was test taking me and the kids were going to take a quick jont(so I thought) to return something to Hobby Lobby.  Well I thought the Hobby Lobby was only like 10-15 min away but it ended being 30 min. So by the time me and the 3 little ones get there and then get out and return my item then make it to the restroom(oh my gosh I was so done with bathroom trips and kids in the valley-EXHAUSTING) I had almost no time to browse-although it was just enough to buy a few more little things:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NIGHT 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then back to get Reggie, then another store for me and one for him and we were off to eat dinner at some friends house.  Justin and Ginger took good care of us and I was glad to see their new house-which is adorable.  They even donated some p.j.'s to us since everything was dirty and we didn't know where in the car it was.  Let me just say that Cooper is in love with his new spider-man p.j.'s and Kira now loves Hannah Montana only because that is who is on her shirt!  We headed out pretty late and I of course fell asleep on the way home (which is always better when Reggie is driving and it's late-because he is NO slow driver at those times).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of Reggie taking Kira for a ride on Brendan and Katie's goofy little go-cart thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4MDfOyKfuI/AAAAAAAABL4/FT_a_GLZEac/s1600-h/dadkira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4MDfOyKfuI/AAAAAAAABL4/FT_a_GLZEac/s400/dadkira.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441196609873018594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a picture with Cooper.  Kyler got a ride too but I didn't get a snapshot.  I also went on the very bumpy but really fun little go-cart, but I wasn't brave enough to take the kids with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4MDad-iw1I/AAAAAAAABLw/H2UX23BSS20/s1600-h/IMG_4786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4MDad-iw1I/AAAAAAAABLw/H2UX23BSS20/s400/IMG_4786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441196528052126546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brendan and Katie moved not too long ago, but their place sure seems to have gotten it together really fast on the inside and outside. Although if we are comparing - our place after almost 6 years still has no fence or grass :(  - But that will soon change :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4MCSWCRZPI/AAAAAAAABLo/TG2BWPESyEA/s1600-h/IMG_4787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4MCSWCRZPI/AAAAAAAABLo/TG2BWPESyEA/s400/IMG_4787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441195288969700594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of these pictures are from our dinosaur museum trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4MAuhbWOxI/AAAAAAAABLY/Nrc7P4IhhVo/s1600-h/IMG_4789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4MAuhbWOxI/AAAAAAAABLY/Nrc7P4IhhVo/s400/IMG_4789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441193574040746770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L_dgR0F_I/AAAAAAAABLQ/PPjBiLYG80g/s1600-h/IMG_4793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L_dgR0F_I/AAAAAAAABLQ/PPjBiLYG80g/s400/IMG_4793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441192182162921458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L_LJ-ofqI/AAAAAAAABLI/vhM33mqTmf4/s1600-h/IMG_4794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L_LJ-ofqI/AAAAAAAABLI/vhM33mqTmf4/s400/IMG_4794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441191866939244194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L-kDzs1eI/AAAAAAAABLA/I8oQY0sXuRw/s1600-h/IMG_4796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L-kDzs1eI/AAAAAAAABLA/I8oQY0sXuRw/s400/IMG_4796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441191195267880418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this pic they are sitting in front of a real fossil(I tried to teach them the meaning of a fossil but there is just too much to see to be able to hear(at least hear Mommy anyway).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L-AOQeCOI/AAAAAAAABK4/A7oDhu6ANh8/s1600-h/IMG_4797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L-AOQeCOI/AAAAAAAABK4/A7oDhu6ANh8/s400/IMG_4797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441190579597609186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L9kZcEzXI/AAAAAAAABKw/cpKxM44sB94/s1600-h/IMG_4798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L9kZcEzXI/AAAAAAAABKw/cpKxM44sB94/s400/IMG_4798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441190101562740082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This turtle was out in the open so I am assuming it was ok for her to sit on :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L845j9VPI/AAAAAAAABKo/aEuKcngMgjQ/s1600-h/IMG_4800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L845j9VPI/AAAAAAAABKo/aEuKcngMgjQ/s400/IMG_4800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441189354271495410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our huge dinosaur puzzle that took Mommy quite some time to figure out how to put back together (much easier once I realized it was double sided and some of the pieces were upside down)-I know, I'm such a blonde sometimes.  This is also when I let the tiger off his leash(I let Kyler run around for a bit) and he was too busy so I had to introduce some tootsie rolls to him when I forced him back to the stroller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothin' like a little candy bribe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L8dPZv0TI/AAAAAAAABKg/iD6CSSk2WXE/s1600-h/IMG_4801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L8dPZv0TI/AAAAAAAABKg/iD6CSSk2WXE/s400/IMG_4801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441188879097909554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dark glow in the dark room where you can draw on the walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L75ZgViCI/AAAAAAAABKY/S865ASBCyrk/s1600-h/IMG_4802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L75ZgViCI/AAAAAAAABKY/S865ASBCyrk/s400/IMG_4802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441188263334610978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kids got to star in an old Western!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L7S77r7gI/AAAAAAAABKQ/YUY_OZcGEKs/s1600-h/IMG_4818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L7S77r7gI/AAAAAAAABKQ/YUY_OZcGEKs/s400/IMG_4818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441187602561232386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so I tried getting a picture of Kira in one of these old prison cells and just as I was getting the door closed on her, Cooper went into the next cell over and started closing his door.  The door made a VERY LOUD sound that startled Kira so bad she was instant tears and screams.  She ran out in a panic and just wanted to hug me forever.  It was really sad.  Pretty much heart breaking since Kira is my little tough girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L60_GCpDI/AAAAAAAABKI/6H3gDokLRuU/s1600-h/IMG_4821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L60_GCpDI/AAAAAAAABKI/6H3gDokLRuU/s400/IMG_4821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441187088013894706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L6SYqh6pI/AAAAAAAABKA/0EuoAySCuPs/s1600-h/IMG_4816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L6SYqh6pI/AAAAAAAABKA/0EuoAySCuPs/s400/IMG_4816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441186493582404242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are suppose to be panning for gold but instead we just played in the water for a little break outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L5kn2Y03I/AAAAAAAABJ4/usWpDLIE9tI/s1600-h/IMG_4825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L5kn2Y03I/AAAAAAAABJ4/usWpDLIE9tI/s400/IMG_4825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441185707384689522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah! Kyler finally got in on the action-we was so happy to be free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L4_sDeUGI/AAAAAAAABJw/-7NRCbMzi1U/s1600-h/IMG_4830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L4_sDeUGI/AAAAAAAABJw/-7NRCbMzi1U/s400/IMG_4830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441185072858157154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L31Hz81-I/AAAAAAAABJo/Z1e3tbg56sc/s1600-h/IMG_4833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L31Hz81-I/AAAAAAAABJo/Z1e3tbg56sc/s400/IMG_4833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441183791819053026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This here is Manny's uncle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L3F2HfgUI/AAAAAAAABJg/060oCaG_Djw/s1600-h/IMG_4837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L3F2HfgUI/AAAAAAAABJg/060oCaG_Djw/s400/IMG_4837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441182979615326530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please tell me you know who Manny is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L2tauNVNI/AAAAAAAABJY/Nc7OOqjDH5Y/s1600-h/IMG_4844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L2tauNVNI/AAAAAAAABJY/Nc7OOqjDH5Y/s400/IMG_4844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441182559944660178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well that's it for our trip to the museum.  The kids had a blast, I have to thank Katie for letting me borrow her sit and stand stroller.  The kids were really good-the museum wasn't busy at all.  We just wandered around making it to the elevator like 8 times.  I'm really glad I got to go share some time with the kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L2RQfr11I/AAAAAAAABJQ/TZvUIfj0LOk/s1600-h/IMG_4842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4L2RQfr11I/AAAAAAAABJQ/TZvUIfj0LOk/s400/IMG_4842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441182076163053394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long post...I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-1134284560960112515?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1134284560960112515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=1134284560960112515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1134284560960112515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1134284560960112515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/02/trip-to-valley.html' title='A trip to the valley!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S4MDfOyKfuI/AAAAAAAABL4/FT_a_GLZEac/s72-c/dadkira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-5600431692409760187</id><published>2010-02-05T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T09:22:03.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to my Sweet and Wonderful Mother!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture was from my High School days. My Mom and I took some last minute shots at the mall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S2xiye05AsI/AAAAAAAABJE/Ba6YLHpI2bw/s1600-h/037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434827469737231042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S2xiye05AsI/AAAAAAAABJE/Ba6YLHpI2bw/s400/037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey Mom-this is our newcomer.  These are some adorable pictures from our ultra sound 2 days ago. This little baby already looks like a little Reed baby :) I can't believe how well you can see the baby with a 3-D ultra sound. We ended up having the ultra sound but still didn't find out the gender of the baby. So it will be a Delivery room SURPRISE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S2xhWeVil6I/AAAAAAAABI8/IlMQqVEl3_M/s1600-h/IMG_4776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434825889057773474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S2xhWeVil6I/AAAAAAAABI8/IlMQqVEl3_M/s400/IMG_4776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For my Moms birthday she asked all of her children to do something special as a family or something a little different that we would normally do.  So we decided to visit my Grandpa, Paul Lincoln Goodman at the Taylor cemetary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S2xhNiZ9oQI/AAAAAAAABI0/wrpWbbWz2pE/s1600-h/IMG_4764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434825735531241730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S2xhNiZ9oQI/AAAAAAAABI0/wrpWbbWz2pE/s400/IMG_4764.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S2xg4Hj3cOI/AAAAAAAABIs/N4y00WX5Xkk/s1600-h/IMG_4765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434825367547769058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S2xg4Hj3cOI/AAAAAAAABIs/N4y00WX5Xkk/s400/IMG_4765.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then went to the Snowflake Cemetary and paid a visit to Reggie's Grandpartents, Don and Thelma Brinkerhoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S2xgbmDK3-I/AAAAAAAABIk/SXei6rvbNl0/s1600-h/IMG_4771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434824877515923426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S2xgbmDK3-I/AAAAAAAABIk/SXei6rvbNl0/s400/IMG_4771.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am really glad we finally were able to go and say hello to my Grandpa.  He died before I was born but I know he was a great man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well Happy Birthday Mom, we Love You!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-5600431692409760187?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5600431692409760187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=5600431692409760187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5600431692409760187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5600431692409760187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S2xiye05AsI/AAAAAAAABJE/Ba6YLHpI2bw/s72-c/037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-430683841995180695</id><published>2010-01-18T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:51:58.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Merry little December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture actually belongs at the bottom of this post but when I was typing I realized it was gone-and it just HAS to be on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of Cooper and his cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gaige&lt;/span&gt;.  They had a blast being pulled by the quad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two youngsters are gonna be some trouble makers when they are older.  Hopefully sweet ones though. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1Tvoj1FiZI/AAAAAAAABIc/qaGbOp-Fa0M/s1600-h/IMG_4675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1Tvoj1FiZI/AAAAAAAABIc/qaGbOp-Fa0M/s400/IMG_4675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428226930979998098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kids were so excited to sit on Santa's lap.  Cooper was especially excited about Santa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TirgvtZlI/AAAAAAAABIU/fqTV5Zwjnds/s1600-h/IMG_4545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TirgvtZlI/AAAAAAAABIU/fqTV5Zwjnds/s400/IMG_4545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428212688040584786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kira wondered around and would NOT wait in line.  She is just so busy that after about 30seconds of waiting in line she just can't do it any longer.  I think I got her to stand in line about 10 different times (not joking) before I finally gave up and decided we would pretty much be the last ones to leave the building.  So she was one of the last ones to sit on Santa's lap, but she loved every bit of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TiCkG3J_I/AAAAAAAABIM/2Z3Lw5ngGEw/s1600-h/IMG_4549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TiCkG3J_I/AAAAAAAABIM/2Z3Lw5ngGEw/s400/IMG_4549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428211984568362994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1Tg7mONdBI/AAAAAAAABIE/JkFmfyLXSS4/s1600-h/IMG_4550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1Tg7mONdBI/AAAAAAAABIE/JkFmfyLXSS4/s400/IMG_4550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428210765365343250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kyler&lt;/span&gt; also wanted nothing to do with sitting still and didn't have ANY desire to sit with Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TftiAtl6I/AAAAAAAABH8/2IDDsUgzWA0/s1600-h/IMG_4547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TftiAtl6I/AAAAAAAABH8/2IDDsUgzWA0/s400/IMG_4547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428209424205191074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our attempt to a family picture.  The first set was all very blurry and out of the second set Cooper was sticking his tongue up in the air on every single picture except this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TesfRsmoI/AAAAAAAABH0/IoqphFWMZu8/s1600-h/fam-dec-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TesfRsmoI/AAAAAAAABH0/IoqphFWMZu8/s400/fam-dec-09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428208306779626114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a practice shot by Reggie while I was still getting ready since it was right before church.  I love it-very funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TeBSFHB3I/AAAAAAAABHs/tsakDWOvCcU/s1600-h/IMG_4586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TeBSFHB3I/AAAAAAAABHs/tsakDWOvCcU/s400/IMG_4586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428207564502796146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our Christmas Eve party at Reggie's parents house.  We always do a white elephant gift exchange with the Reeds and Grandma gave the kids their gifts also.  They were very excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TdNXUaGEI/AAAAAAAABHk/9d3AGayZ6o4/s1600-h/IMG_4641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TdNXUaGEI/AAAAAAAABHk/9d3AGayZ6o4/s400/IMG_4641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428206672555939906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kyler&lt;/span&gt; is probably in love with his toy more than anybody else.  I have never seen any of my children take to soft things as much as this little guy has taken to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; and another soft blanket we have.  But this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; has got to be his favorite thing that he takes to bed and wants it when he gets up, it's too cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was love at first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TctkyKJ0I/AAAAAAAABHc/qhAEomYRHZo/s1600-h/IMG_4645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TctkyKJ0I/AAAAAAAABHc/qhAEomYRHZo/s400/IMG_4645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428206126414571330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the start of our Christmas.  This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kylers&lt;/span&gt; favorite toy.  We couldn't even get him to hardly open anything else.  We finally just took one of the toys and decided to wait until his birthday to bring it back out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TcRPKaO5I/AAAAAAAABHU/_ELzx81iDSk/s1600-h/IMG_4652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TcRPKaO5I/AAAAAAAABHU/_ELzx81iDSk/s400/IMG_4652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428205639574371218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kira loves to work with her hands and loves to be a little artist so this easel with dry erase and chalk board is perfect for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1Tb6OsZioI/AAAAAAAABHM/cCmS8jCL7es/s1600-h/IMG_4654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1Tb6OsZioI/AAAAAAAABHM/cCmS8jCL7es/s400/IMG_4654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428205244311505538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cooper has been wanting a remote control truck for a very long time.  He was very excited to see that Santa brought him one this Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TbBW_3sMI/AAAAAAAABHE/syGCyliNk-A/s1600-h/IMG_4655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TbBW_3sMI/AAAAAAAABHE/syGCyliNk-A/s400/IMG_4655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428204267288113346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one awesome thing about Christmas with other siblings is that you get (in our case) 3 times the toys.  They are having a blast playing with each others toys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TaDbfSmNI/AAAAAAAABG8/teQmHvRw088/s1600-h/IMG_4664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TaDbfSmNI/AAAAAAAABG8/teQmHvRw088/s400/IMG_4664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428203203341752530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kira in her new tent practicing brushing her teeth with her new Dora toothbrush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TZnYnO7lI/AAAAAAAABG0/KSSuN5vsYl4/s1600-h/IMG_4666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TZnYnO7lI/AAAAAAAABG0/KSSuN5vsYl4/s400/IMG_4666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428202721533423186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas so much fun this year and also very busy!  Christmas morning after opening some presents and snacking on some yummy Christmas breads.  We went to Grandma and Grandpa Reeds house for breakfast, if that is what you want to call it.  We ate after 11am that morning.  But it was delicious.  After eating we raced home to pack and then drove to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pima&lt;/span&gt; to spend some Christmas time with my family.  We had a really fun and exhausting weekend.  I never went to sleep before 1am or later.  Christmas night we opened presents from Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cluff&lt;/span&gt; for the kids and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;.  It was very exciting!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day the family was going up the West end of Mt. Graham for some fun in the snow.  I wasn't going to go because I figured it would be too much work with the little ones, so I told my brother that I would go if Mom and Dad went.  Well I knew my parents weren't going.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;-They DID go.  Yeah, I couldn't believe they talked my Dad into going.  He probably went because if me and my kids stayed, he wouldn't have peace :)  Sorry Dad.  Well I was glad I went because we were all able to go(it's not very often that the boys invite the girls along to have some fun).  Cooper is a little snow junkie and we bundled Kira up so she wouldn't have a reason to be grumpy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That night we had yet another white elephant gift exchange that was fun and I was sad to see my sister leave because I hardly got to see her while we were there.  But I loved the excitement of the weekend and now we're just back to our semi-busy/dull lives ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kyler&lt;/span&gt; wanted to do while playing in the snow, was ride the quad with Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TXrAIMRJI/AAAAAAAABGs/n-KjUWEgJwE/s1600-h/IMG_4671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TXrAIMRJI/AAAAAAAABGs/n-KjUWEgJwE/s400/IMG_4671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428200584656995474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Brendan took Kira down on the tube.  What a nice uncle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TW4zmBBvI/AAAAAAAABGk/tiWIq6eFPQc/s1600-h/IMG_4687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TW4zmBBvI/AAAAAAAABGk/tiWIq6eFPQc/s400/IMG_4687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428199722298967794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa was making sure everyone was comfortable.  He is showing Cooper how to warm up his hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TVyh9Z9_I/AAAAAAAABGc/jh52vcFae7E/s1600-h/IMG_4695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TVyh9Z9_I/AAAAAAAABGc/jh52vcFae7E/s400/IMG_4695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428198514974390258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My niece, Eden took good care of Kira on the tube, while they were pulled behind the quad by Reggie.  Kira would just close her eyes and lay there on Eden.  So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TVYfN1LRI/AAAAAAAABGU/iG8s9V85vYc/s1600-h/IMG_4702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TVYfN1LRI/AAAAAAAABGU/iG8s9V85vYc/s400/IMG_4702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428198067561377042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My MOTHER went down on the tube with Kira.  Let me just say that I am very impressed.  My Mom just wanted to be a kid again.  You see the leaves they are coming up on in the picture.  They actually hit it and crashed.  Kind of funny since nobody got hurt:)  Oh my sweet fun Mother.  Kira loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TU7qj3mFI/AAAAAAAABGM/J_pVu1lONws/s1600-h/IMG_4710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TU7qj3mFI/AAAAAAAABGM/J_pVu1lONws/s400/IMG_4710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428197572390393938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kyler&lt;/span&gt; wasn't crying to be on the quad then he was off walking in the snow.  He was a pretty happy little sport while we were out in the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tell you what-this little boy is do dang adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TUe3GeaQI/AAAAAAAABGE/3sCoHTG3LH4/s1600-h/IMG_4737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1TUe3GeaQI/AAAAAAAABGE/3sCoHTG3LH4/s400/IMG_4737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428197077540563202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok-so one of the highlights of my weekend was that I got a new hair cute and some highlights!  I was in dire need of a new do.  It ended up SO cute.  My SIL Marie is awesome.  I won a free haircut by Marie when we were playing the white elephant game.  I even stole it from my Mom(sorry Mom).  Well anyway-I'm sorry I have no pics, I'll have to work on that one.  Anywho-Thanks again Marie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-430683841995180695?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/430683841995180695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=430683841995180695' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/430683841995180695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/430683841995180695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-little-december.html' title='A Merry little December!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S1Tvoj1FiZI/AAAAAAAABIc/qaGbOp-Fa0M/s72-c/IMG_4675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-5203975183187069528</id><published>2010-01-11T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:07:35.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we crazy?---YES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well-I realize some of you know-and some of you don't, others of you probably wonder why I have gained a little extra weight in the mid-section!  Well we are expecting baby #&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;-holy cow, how did that happen?! ;)  We are only half nervous but also excited!  Oh but it gets funnier-we really actually planned this!  Well I just hope all goes well, so far we have had good pregnancies and child-birthing experience(I mean as good as giving birth could be).  Other than being sick-and let's just say I am EXTREMELY happy to be beyond the first few months.  I was a little hesitant to tell anyone right away-and basically didn't tell hardly anyone up to this point(unless you guessed it).   I am still just a tad bit sick on and off which never happens to me past three months, but all in all I feel grateful to be feeling MUCH better.  Other than peeing TONZ and being tired(I'm not sure if that is from being pregnant or just being a mother of 3 and maker of 1).  I am due around the 22nd of June.  We are planning and hoping on not having any ultrasound so we probably won't be finding out what the baby is until it comes on out!  Kind of bummed and also pretty excited not to find out.  I am growing like a balloon!  Well-that's my news for the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S0uBAxFW1vI/AAAAAAAABD0/AdlCX51WLYQ/s1600-h/IMG_4557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S0uBAxFW1vI/AAAAAAAABD0/AdlCX51WLYQ/s400/IMG_4557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425572026273683186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-5203975183187069528?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5203975183187069528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=5203975183187069528' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5203975183187069528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5203975183187069528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-we-crazy-y.html' title='Are we crazy?---YES!!!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S0uBAxFW1vI/AAAAAAAABD0/AdlCX51WLYQ/s72-c/IMG_4557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-2581198370641420876</id><published>2009-11-13T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:00:20.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween, snow &amp; hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This post is kind of in backwards order but oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The night before halloween we ate some weird food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Booberry brew with a hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We invited Reggies brother and his wife and baby over and I am pretty sure that the halloween food scared them into never wanting to eat at our house again ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv3J8A-99SI/AAAAAAAABCw/wTcQMiDc3Os/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv3J8A-99SI/AAAAAAAABCw/wTcQMiDc3Os/s400/060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403697160807904546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the trunk n treat.  And then went trick or treating to a few houses.  It was actually our kids' first time to knock on doors, even if it was only like 3 or 4.  But it was freezing and they were tired.  All in all we had a great time for halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cooper was a police officer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv3IYvvFj0I/AAAAAAAABCo/QDYk7Sigvsg/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv3IYvvFj0I/AAAAAAAABCo/QDYk7Sigvsg/s400/068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403695455370841922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kira was a kitty cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv3HYB1wTtI/AAAAAAAABCg/Ne6qaLBeD78/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv3HYB1wTtI/AAAAAAAABCg/Ne6qaLBeD78/s400/069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403694343539150546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyler was a bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv3F2PpFYzI/AAAAAAAABCY/IcpLDOaEqco/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv3F2PpFYzI/AAAAAAAABCY/IcpLDOaEqco/s400/081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403692663616922418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We actually had snow BEFORE halloween this year which was lot's of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv29jm5eTmI/AAAAAAAABCQ/d2mXIUqWHD4/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv29jm5eTmI/AAAAAAAABCQ/d2mXIUqWHD4/s400/052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403683547349143138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv27D5vbB6I/AAAAAAAABCI/rABHu4u-6Pg/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv27D5vbB6I/AAAAAAAABCI/rABHu4u-6Pg/s400/057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403680803628189602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Kyler got one little touch of the snow and then I brought him back inside.  He was NOT happy about leaving the cool white world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv26dK5mIDI/AAAAAAAABCA/3257FLVFwVQ/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv26dK5mIDI/AAAAAAAABCA/3257FLVFwVQ/s400/038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403680138219364402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some time at the pumpkin patch.  I love taking the kids to pick out a pumpkin at the pumpkin patch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv25oiE34VI/AAAAAAAABB4/FLwNOxt2m7Q/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv25oiE34VI/AAAAAAAABB4/FLwNOxt2m7Q/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403679233907614034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv25Eoe6G3I/AAAAAAAABBw/o0Ay-yb2IhA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv25Eoe6G3I/AAAAAAAABBw/o0Ay-yb2IhA/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403678617152134002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv242djEw5I/AAAAAAAABBo/wg4Rjs0VoLk/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv242djEw5I/AAAAAAAABBo/wg4Rjs0VoLk/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403678373698651026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv24eaHHzUI/AAAAAAAABBg/XDw0fXuVKHY/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv24eaHHzUI/AAAAAAAABBg/XDw0fXuVKHY/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403677960459242818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reggie is having a fun hunting year.  He started out with a bear hunt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv23tG1BQLI/AAAAAAAABBY/0r1AUSwOxpo/s1600-h/bear-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv23tG1BQLI/AAAAAAAABBY/0r1AUSwOxpo/s400/bear-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403677113469452466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;And then had a deer hunt.  Reggie had a great time and I look forward to hunting season being closed, this time around.  Usually I am very productive and we skip cooking dinner for the most part and all in all it's no so bad even enjoyable at times, but this time around I was just a grouch!(before, during and after) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv22kwxZR-I/AAAAAAAABBI/zOoE16VBzmw/s400/IMG_4315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403675870598088674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well that's about it for October. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-2581198370641420876?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2581198370641420876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=2581198370641420876' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2581198370641420876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2581198370641420876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-snow-hunting.html' title='Halloween, snow &amp; hunting'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sv3J8A-99SI/AAAAAAAABCw/wTcQMiDc3Os/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-6591249155599857033</id><published>2009-10-21T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:33:08.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY COWBOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooper is now a BIG 5 year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coopers birthday was last weekend and on Saturday he got to experience his first birthday PARTY!  I went threw a list of themes with him: cars, batman, spiderman, robots, monters, halloween, etc.  He chose COWBOY.  He was extatic about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids each took a turn on the horse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/St_0kyPfbsI/AAAAAAAABA0/T3zGRxZTg-8/s1600-h/515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395299791412358850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/St_0kyPfbsI/AAAAAAAABA0/T3zGRxZTg-8/s400/515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reggie showed em how to rope the tricycle!  That was funny and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/St_zyMGBMKI/AAAAAAAABAs/lSHUcVxZi38/s1600-h/561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395298922178621602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/St_zyMGBMKI/AAAAAAAABAs/lSHUcVxZi38/s400/561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our birthday crowd!  I went WAY overboard(but it was his 1st birthday party)  O.K. so I went overboard more for me than Cooper.  The kids each went away with their own dollar store cowboy/cowgirl hat, a bandana, and few other little party favors.  Next year I will try to keep it cheap.  (I would totally be happy if we just had the birthday party like always(just with the family)  but it was a blast with the kids.  All the kids were great and I hope they had fun. I know Cooper and Kira did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/St_zOUVp-jI/AAAAAAAABAk/DecNKv-qXTU/s1600-h/542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395298305916402226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/St_zOUVp-jI/AAAAAAAABAk/DecNKv-qXTU/s400/542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this online-it was fairly easy except I had to improvise (it was suppose to be an 8-inch round and a 9inch square).  I only had a 9inch round and 8inch square.  But all in all.  I made Reggie sit there and babysit me while I cut the cake because I was so scared of messing it up.  His patience was very short at 10pm-poor guy.  Well the horse is suppose to be brown but Cooper really wanted a blue cake because "blue is my favorite color" he says.   Aaah cute kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/St_ylEI5DBI/AAAAAAAABAc/Ua4fWh0Si4M/s1600-h/510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395297597193260050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/St_ylEI5DBI/AAAAAAAABAc/Ua4fWh0Si4M/s400/510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cooper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are one heck of a kid!  You are a big helper and love to work with Mom and Dad(as long as you don't have to clean your toys up).  Daddy loves to know your always right there behind him.  You want to be your Daddy, look like your Daddy, sit like your Daddy, put your boots by Daddy's boots!  Yet you still LOVE your Mommy!  You tell her she is beautiful, and on Sunday you always call Kira and Mommy princesses.  You are a charmer and a very smart kid.  You can be very serious and straight forward having a hard time with Daddy's teasing but once we tell you he's teasing you are a good sport.  You love Kira and Kyler.  Kyler looks up to you so much already and thinks you are awesome.  You love to love Kyler.  You love to play with Kira and it takes up about 90% of your day.  You live to wrestle with Daddy. You want to be obedient when you want to be obedient.  You love to run.  You are a happy positive boy who wants everybody to be happy.  You always want to play games(I'm sorry we don't play more).  Life or as you call it "the car game" is the game you always beg to play.  You like to get dinosaur books from the library, and everywhere you go everybody wants to know you better.  Even though you like to be a stinker at times I am glad you are my son and that I get to spend so much time with you.  Please don't ever stop flashing your cute cheesy smile at me, and don't stop randomly telling me in such a cute voice "I love you Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;I love you Cooper Lon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a GREAT kid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/St_xML4YIXI/AAAAAAAABAU/qklE2joB1u8/s1600-h/500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395296070263120242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/St_xML4YIXI/AAAAAAAABAU/qklE2joB1u8/s400/500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I have been a huge slacker about blogging-I'll try to do better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-6591249155599857033?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6591249155599857033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=6591249155599857033' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6591249155599857033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6591249155599857033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-cowboy.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY COWBOY!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/St_0kyPfbsI/AAAAAAAABA0/T3zGRxZTg-8/s72-c/515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-5601119385838293201</id><published>2009-08-14T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:52:48.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice people and Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardian Angels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So last Sunday...just a few minutes after I get out of the shower, and while Reggie is laying on the bed reading his missionary journal, we hear this really loud &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRASH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and the sound of glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SHATTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. So we run to the scene and the kids are crying. We found Kira and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyler&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;under this (I don't even know what to call it) hutch(is what we call it) that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is suppose to go on the sides of the entertainment center but we chose to put it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;somewhere else instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..over on the left hand side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kylers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;legs were under it and Kira's entire body had been landed on. Cooper...let's see where was Cooper...oh yeah he ran away as soon as it happened...he didn't want to get in trouble. Well after talking to Cooper we found out that he was trying to open the top door and that was when it fell over-on TOP of my babies. Well when we went to get the kids, I picked it up to pull them out and ended up rolling it on top of them, before actually getting it off of them. Well guess what, other than a few tears and a scary experience-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; happened to any of them. Not a single scratch, or cut or bruise. We are very lucky and thank our Guardian Angels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; just hugged me and didn't want to let go. I felt extremely foolish for never bolting the darn thing-because I KNEW it was NOT stable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoZOwtu6o8I/AAAAAAAAA2M/ZPkpHlyxPZA/s1600-h/IMG_4040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370066204502959042" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoZOwtu6o8I/AAAAAAAAA2M/ZPkpHlyxPZA/s400/IMG_4040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;NICE OR MEAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So are people in the world mean or nice? Think about it-do you think people are nice? Well I think that over all, people are very nice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Reggie and I took the kids bowling tonight and on the way home I ran in to Walmart really quick. I just needed milk, but a few things got forgotten at our last grocery trip so I decided to get a few things. Reggie jokingly warned me that if I wasn't back in&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20 min. he was going to leave me. I have no watch and no cell phone-so therefore have NO time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, there I am checking out-all I have in my pocket is $70 and I'm pretty sure all I have is $50 worth of food so I wait and then see the total- &lt;strong&gt;$110!&lt;/strong&gt; I was like &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; embarrassed and was frantically looking in my bags trying to take things out so the people behind me don't get irritated. They asked myself and the cashier how short I was and I mumbled while searching my bags-"like $30 or $40" So now I am really worried about upsetting the people behind me because I mean come on, what would you be thinking? "Yeah good luck getting rid of $30-$40 worth of food" Okay so in the quick second that I was judging the people behind me and after I got the bill down to $83 they asked again "How much are you short?" They then told the cashier that they would take care of the rest! OH MY HEAVENS! Are people really that nice. You know they never even ONCE seemed grumpy or irritated at me taking FOREVER. I tell them "You don't need to do this, really! I have the money it's just not with me, really it's fine! That is very kind of you but REALLY I'm fine."(So do you think I said really enough :)) They absolutely insisted! This couple was so amazing! They even told the cashier to put all my groceries back and they were going to cover all the extra-which ended up being 30 bucks! WOW People REALLY are nice. And was in absolute tears and I hugged the lady and everything. Oh man...well in the meantime Reggie is parked outside with very sleepy kids and 9:30pm and he is waiting for me with the lights on. Some guy pulls up and yells over to Reggie with not very nice language telling Reggie to turn his lights off. Okay-so Reggie has a bit of a Temper, and I don't think think this man was very wise. Then he goes over to the car and Reggie rolls the window down and this guy is yelling at Reg again with not very nice things to say ;) Well do ya think Reggie turned his lights off?-NOPE. He would have been more than happy to turn them off if the guy wasn't so rude, well the guy left which was good, and then Reggie turned his lights off :).(I'm pretty sure I would have wanted to do the same thing, if somebody yelled at me like that) I am just glad because Reggie said the kids probably didn't hear him and I'm glad Reggie stayed in the car and kept his cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So...do people yell and swear, or do people see someone in need and offer to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Those people were SO nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Granted I yell sometimes-at my sweet poor hubby and a little at my innocent kids(I know I'm a terrible mother sometimes) but I hope that for the most part I can be NICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-5601119385838293201?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5601119385838293201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=5601119385838293201' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5601119385838293201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5601119385838293201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/08/nice-people-and-guardian-angel.html' title='Nice people and Guardian Angel'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoZOwtu6o8I/AAAAAAAAA2M/ZPkpHlyxPZA/s72-c/IMG_4040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-7370465675774555955</id><published>2009-08-12T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:02:41.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reggie's birthday camping trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got Reggie a camp stove for his birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(of coarse it is so HE can cook me delicious food when we go camping)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyler REALLY wanted to sit on it-hhmmm, fried Kyler-I bet it's sweet ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMzwE79WDI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SmuXOfVfmg8/s1600-h/IMG_3918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369192081807726642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMzwE79WDI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SmuXOfVfmg8/s400/IMG_3918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This is our wildlife for the weekend.  I don't think I have ever seen wild turkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMzQn4ZLHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/HnjywQiBHbA/s1600-h/IMG_3919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369191541432200306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMzQn4ZLHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/HnjywQiBHbA/s400/IMG_3919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our exciting camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMyXoumPmI/AAAAAAAAA1U/L6uBGIQ5Kc8/s1600-h/IMG_3967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369190562407005794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMyXoumPmI/AAAAAAAAA1U/L6uBGIQ5Kc8/s400/IMG_3967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Kyler chillin' on our nature walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMxrPTGxgI/AAAAAAAAA1M/iD2ByHcZVdI/s1600-h/IMG_4028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369189799666566658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMxrPTGxgI/AAAAAAAAA1M/iD2ByHcZVdI/s400/IMG_4028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW-what a cool rock :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMvCapcQ9I/AAAAAAAAA1E/5S9-nG_n2r0/s1600-h/IMG_4027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369186899315147730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMvCapcQ9I/AAAAAAAAA1E/5S9-nG_n2r0/s400/IMG_4027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper and Kira had fun sitting on this tree.  Reggie was bouncing it a bunch.  Cooper actually fell off and Kira was holding on for her life.  Cooper totally face planted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMuHhtMZqI/AAAAAAAAA08/QezskjQRS_U/s1600-h/IMG_4021_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369185887597651618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMuHhtMZqI/AAAAAAAAA08/QezskjQRS_U/s400/IMG_4021_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cool sideways growing tree!  Cooper was terrified going up as high as he did in this picture, yet he can jump off my kitchen counter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMsTmx9KBI/AAAAAAAAA00/_jD5zMuYZ74/s1600-h/IMG_4014_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369183896094976018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMsTmx9KBI/AAAAAAAAA00/_jD5zMuYZ74/s400/IMG_4014_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira is such an actress!  And very brave!  She climbed higher than Reggie until I finally told her to come down.  She (pretended) to get stuck and guess who she wanted to rescue her...Cooper.  That's right Cooper is her prince charming I guess.  While waiting for Cooper to go two feet up the tree she slipped and got pretty scraped up, but she hung on for life again and didn't fall down.  She just hung on until Daddy came to her rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMq2bbjqhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/lPa3KNdNChk/s1600-h/IMG_4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369182295320406546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMq2bbjqhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/lPa3KNdNChk/s400/IMG_4016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELL PHONE on a camping trip?!  WHAT?!  Ever since Reggie's Dad had a stroke about 1 or 2 months ago, Reggie has been super busy.  The phone is always on his ear(I have got to get this guy a blue tooth)  His Dad is doing good but we don't think he'll ever return to work or even be able to drive for that matter, he is a lot different now.  So the business has been in much need of Reggie since he is basically the replacement for his Dad.  We were lucky to even get a little time off for this trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at the very end of a long dirt road and camped in a spot with cell service-what luck ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture-Reggie and the kids were getting ready to shoot.  The kids were having a blast putting ear muffs on Kyler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMloEe06kI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Ya3o6XlCczI/s1600-h/IMG_3973_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369176551083797058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMloEe06kI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Ya3o6XlCczI/s400/IMG_3973_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love DADDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMiOd2wLBI/AAAAAAAAA0E/WaAiMHYbrX4/s1600-h/IMG_4011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369172812683553810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMiOd2wLBI/AAAAAAAAA0E/WaAiMHYbrX4/s400/IMG_4011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner AND a show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMd3jojAZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/_KV-gL3UBUs/s1600-h/IMG_3942_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369168021051081106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMd3jojAZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/_KV-gL3UBUs/s400/IMG_3942_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira was about to perform and needed Daddy to take care of her bear.  Daddy is a great bearsitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMdef8EzTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/PfE_Lp8ebVw/s1600-h/IMG_3929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369167590562516274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMdef8EzTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/PfE_Lp8ebVw/s400/IMG_3929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast we(the kids) decided to have an on the spot talent show! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooper did his infamous cowboy dance-whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMbzcOQdtI/AAAAAAAAAzk/NJ39syD_bBQ/s1600-h/IMG_3925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369165751319033554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMbzcOQdtI/AAAAAAAAAzk/NJ39syD_bBQ/s400/IMG_3925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adorable little Kira doing a little dance and jumping jacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMa3cnP0EI/AAAAAAAAAzc/9jhX5i46SZA/s1600-h/IMG_3930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369164720631697474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMa3cnP0EI/AAAAAAAAAzc/9jhX5i46SZA/s400/IMG_3930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 29th Birthday Reggie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a bad wife and didn't come prepared with a cake so when we made pancakes I made Reggie pancakes in the shape of a 2 and a 9 and I was prepared with candles so he blew out the candle on his pan CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMQWEWA80I/AAAAAAAAAzU/I6FguyDQlz0/s1600-h/IMG_3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369153152065008450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMQWEWA80I/AAAAAAAAAzU/I6FguyDQlz0/s400/IMG_3924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love to eat good when we go camping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-7370465675774555955?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7370465675774555955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=7370465675774555955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7370465675774555955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7370465675774555955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/08/reggies-birthday-camping-trip.html' title='Reggie&apos;s birthday camping trip!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SoMzwE79WDI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SmuXOfVfmg8/s72-c/IMG_3918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-2152636698878843825</id><published>2009-07-24T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:46:14.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY BOY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He started out so small!  He was my smallest baby(by 4 ounces).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to call the hospital after we left because I still wasn't sure about his middle name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think he cried more than one time the entire hospital stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little Kyler Leo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Smqk-346asI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Ey7Sy0vv840/s1600-h/IMG_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362279706399500994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Smqk-346asI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Ey7Sy0vv840/s400/IMG_1196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He looked so skinny and small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SmqkXZvKj-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/8qdjJGqHqD8/s1600-h/IMG_1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362279028290654178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SmqkXZvKj-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/8qdjJGqHqD8/s400/IMG_1279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he grew to be one of my chubbier babies&lt;br /&gt;...and now&lt;br /&gt;here he is in all his sweetness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SmqjuTr7jjI/AAAAAAAAAw0/C-n1ABPem8w/s1600-h/IMG_3589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362278322291838514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SmqjuTr7jjI/AAAAAAAAAw0/C-n1ABPem8w/s400/IMG_3589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...still wearing cloth diapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SmqjQQCGY5I/AAAAAAAAAws/1JXbEDEQoRw/s1600-h/IMG_3707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362277805915005842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SmqjQQCGY5I/AAAAAAAAAws/1JXbEDEQoRw/s400/IMG_3707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and SO DANG CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SmqioCi8F9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/yy6roBe-3mg/s1600-h/IMG_3724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362277115099879378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SmqioCi8F9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/yy6roBe-3mg/s400/IMG_3724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't get the pictures off of my new memory card(I am not so skilled at the computer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Kylers birthday pictures will remain in my camera until I figure it out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe my little boy is ONE today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyler said his first word a few weeks ago-it was 'bye' and so cute.  He would say 'baa' and then start waving all by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today he started clapping for the first time, and I swear he said amen after the prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be screaming mad and waiting on his food but when we bless it-EVERY time we say the blessing he is completely quiet and still until the prayer is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is the biggest tease ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he is such a flirt-At the rodeo last weekend for Pioneer Days, this girl sat behind us and she kept talking to Kyler and Kyler would get super goofy and smile and talk and then he would bury his face in my chest and hide and be shy and then he would do it all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyler has made everyone around him very glad to know him and we are very special to be a part of his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Kyler-I Love You!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-2152636698878843825?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2152636698878843825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=2152636698878843825' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2152636698878843825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2152636698878843825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-1st-birthday.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Smqk-346asI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Ey7Sy0vv840/s72-c/IMG_1196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-449254557993228732</id><published>2009-07-10T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:45:53.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again, home again, jiggity-jig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so happy to be home I could probably DO a little jig!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The life of this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SlkPkgADYWI/AAAAAAAAAv0/pzk8AHrU4ZY/s1600-h/IMG_3453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357330351473779042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SlkPkgADYWI/AAAAAAAAAv0/pzk8AHrU4ZY/s400/IMG_3453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SlkPaYBod8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/QiKJR_NK3s0/s1600-h/IMG_3601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357330177534228418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SlkPaYBod8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/QiKJR_NK3s0/s400/IMG_3601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is finally over!  I am so happy!  We have been here for a week and I don't think we will be leaving any time soon.  Poor Reggie had leave for a couple days this last week, but is now also happy to be at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the past 3 months, I would pack up the kids and follow Reggie to work or be a single parent while he goes off to work for about 5 days.  That has been our lives about 90 percent of the last 3 months.  I will say that when we would tag along it was like a little work vacation, but now...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aahhh&lt;/span&gt; to be home again.  The traveling circus has retired to Snowflake once again.  We have been to Colorado, New Mexico, and we were able to stay at my parents house in Pima a few different times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After being gone for 3 months and home one week this is what I realized...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.  I am very tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.  um, where is the maid? "towels in room 311 please" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.  my kids were only sick once in the past 3 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. we have been home a week and every body has either allergies or colds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.  our house is HOT(good ol' swamp coolers when it's humid-they do NOTHING)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.  I LOVE and appreciate my home way more than ever before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. I enjoy cooking-however dislike cleaning up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. I am glad to be home and buy healthy food-and EAT it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.  I love my ward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. We live in a great community&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. We are very blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. I REALLY need to appreciate Reggie and his job more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. my kids have been playing none stop with each other since we've been back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-HAPPILY playing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I hope to be posting a little more frequently now...many stories of the last few months to come soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-449254557993228732?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/449254557993228732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=449254557993228732' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/449254557993228732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/449254557993228732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-again-home-again-jiggity-jig.html' title='Home again, home again, jiggity-jig'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SlkPkgADYWI/AAAAAAAAAv0/pzk8AHrU4ZY/s72-c/IMG_3453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-1726982701034254777</id><published>2009-06-13T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:34:18.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirana Manea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 3rd BIRTHDAY KIRA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQweTNAqsI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qfaLbovdzMo/s1600-h/IMG_3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346951954704673474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQweTNAqsI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qfaLbovdzMo/s400/IMG_3308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kira turned 3 yrs old last Sunday.  I can't believe my little B is already 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kira is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loaded with personality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RED HEADED(with the red headed attitude and all)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;strong minded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;singer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;big tease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;green eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stinker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;attitudicidal&lt;/span&gt;(did ya get that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rambunctious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;active&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spunky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom always said Kira was like a little pixie and she reminds us all that she is just a little Tinkerbell *sweet with attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kira's name is Kirana(Hello) Manea(Beautiful).  Reggie served a mission in the Cook Islands and spoke Mauri there and so she is Hello Beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok so Kira was potty trained almost completely-she finally went like a week with out having an accident.  One hour before her birthday party-she pees.  So there went her cute little Birthday outfit and bows.  Right at 6:30 when Reg's family was going to be there - she pees again.  There went another outfit.  Oh my goodness I was running out of clothes for her.  I guess it was too much excitement.  We went to see my parents because of work Reggie had in Safford and the entire weekend I was cleaning up pee!  Oh my gosh am I exhausted from that.  We will be going again and I really hope I can remember to remind her so she doesn't have an accident on my parent new carpet again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my parents have recently acquired some really nice statues and their living room is filled with them-in the last year the room has been painted, re-carpeted, re-furnished and then some.  Well leave it to B to now have all the grandkids banned from that room.  She doesn't mean to do harm, she is just always going never stopping.  She can't even sit still to eat.  But I love her for it.  I love my little energizer bunny!  Without her energy it just wouldn't be B!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so everyone knows(she got the nickname B when she was born.  Cooper couldn't say Kira or Baby-but B is short for baby.  Well B just stuck and we call her that all the time even still)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Tea please!-oh I mean Hot cocoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQwFvhqJkI/AAAAAAAAAu8/wcTVDjRslNQ/s1600-h/IMG_3509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346951532810741314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQwFvhqJkI/AAAAAAAAAu8/wcTVDjRslNQ/s400/IMG_3509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kira loved her Tea set and the little table and chairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQvyZElRMI/AAAAAAAAAu0/_RrynqNH_b0/s1600-h/IMG_3502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346951200365692098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQvyZElRMI/AAAAAAAAAu0/_RrynqNH_b0/s400/IMG_3502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wade is Reggie's brother and the kids' favorite person ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQvgdt8F2I/AAAAAAAAAus/NuwAZG05FFI/s1600-h/IMG_3480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346950892375250786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQvgdt8F2I/AAAAAAAAAus/NuwAZG05FFI/s400/IMG_3480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kira was so sweet to let Cooper help her open all her presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really is a sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQvQlwTsVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Tt_kHh7-3-A/s1600-h/IMG_3481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346950619654762834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQvQlwTsVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Tt_kHh7-3-A/s400/IMG_3481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lately she says "my name princess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQvAI1Gq9I/AAAAAAAAAuc/0sNO0EetxJY/s1600-h/IMG_3493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346950337012345810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQvAI1Gq9I/AAAAAAAAAuc/0sNO0EetxJY/s400/IMG_3493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kira's birthday party was the night before her birthday, but on her birthday we went to Pima so my parents got to see her on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQuyLojZbI/AAAAAAAAAuU/K1WkGjJvSjk/s1600-h/IMG_3571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346950097246840242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQuyLojZbI/AAAAAAAAAuU/K1WkGjJvSjk/s400/IMG_3571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kira-blowing out the candles on her Tinkerbell cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQudjFFTnI/AAAAAAAAAuM/aRRciGYIyRo/s1600-h/IMG_3522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346949742763265650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQudjFFTnI/AAAAAAAAAuM/aRRciGYIyRo/s400/IMG_3522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you Kira-every moment I think of you!  You add so much sweetness to our family and just enough spunk!  Life would be very dull without you!  Happy Birthday my little princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQt7BJVaOI/AAAAAAAAAuE/0vTIomcn4Fg/s1600-h/IMG_3475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346949149538740450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQt7BJVaOI/AAAAAAAAAuE/0vTIomcn4Fg/s400/IMG_3475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-1726982701034254777?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1726982701034254777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=1726982701034254777' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1726982701034254777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1726982701034254777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/06/kirana-manea.html' title='Kirana Manea!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SjQweTNAqsI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qfaLbovdzMo/s72-c/IMG_3308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-9119234282960600866</id><published>2009-05-14T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:33:26.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Happy little trip! (long post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reggie works as a plumber for his Dads company. They got some work for a bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; are adding smoothie/coffee machines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They got a job in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Durango&lt;/span&gt;, CO at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. We tagged along and it was a blast. I think my favorite part of the trip was that we just hung out with each other. It was just our little family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgyY4EFsBDI/AAAAAAAAAtg/PNu0SBs_zF4/s1600-h/IMG_2940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335807747464889394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgyY4EFsBDI/AAAAAAAAAtg/PNu0SBs_zF4/s400/IMG_2940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On these jobs-they begin at 8pm, so Reggie has to work nights, so trying to keep quiet the next morning in a hotel room with 3 kids was very interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we got to our hotel we asked how much it would be to upgrade from a one bed to two beds. It was a corporate rate so it stayed the same. Boy am I glad we got the bigger room, I saw the other room and it was tiny-we would have gone crazy in there. After being there a few days and Reggie didn't get something he needed delivered to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. So we needed to extend our stay a couple more days. Then we found out that Reggie got another job in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cortez&lt;/span&gt; which is only 45 min away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Durango&lt;/span&gt; so in the long run our trip ended up being almost 2 weeks instead of 5 days. We could stay in our room into the weekend because they were booked but they bumped us to a family suite where the kids had their own room and we had two beds in ours! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooper is my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;frisbee&lt;/span&gt; man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxpihU7MvI/AAAAAAAAAtY/WuX0Fxh1wkc/s1600-h/IMG_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335755700309799666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxpihU7MvI/AAAAAAAAAtY/WuX0Fxh1wkc/s400/IMG_2951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reggie is just another kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxpT9cgpkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/V5X6JGym9BU/s1600-h/IMG_2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335755450159769154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxpT9cgpkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/V5X6JGym9BU/s400/IMG_2945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids loved to play especially with Reggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxpJqdC3wI/AAAAAAAAAtI/zMH1I8U_9Go/s1600-h/IMG_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335755273263046402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxpJqdC3wI/AAAAAAAAAtI/zMH1I8U_9Go/s400/IMG_2941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple days we decided on a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Silverton&lt;/span&gt;. One of the most beautiful drives in my life. It took about an hour to get there and Reggie and I just loved the drive. It snowed the night before and we didn't get much in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Durango&lt;/span&gt;, but our drive was packed with snow all around. It was Amazing! This picture doesn't give an ounce of justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sgxo2ti-wrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/cwkpc5olK7Y/s1600-h/IMG_2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335754947675734706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sgxo2ti-wrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/cwkpc5olK7Y/s400/IMG_2967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a very cloudy/foggy picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Silverton&lt;/span&gt;. Absolutely gorgeous and surrounded by mountains. There is a little town way down in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxosslhOPI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wb7N54Ipfs8/s1600-h/IMG_2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335754775619254514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxosslhOPI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wb7N54Ipfs8/s400/IMG_2970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Silverton&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Urray&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is there a door in the wall of a mountain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live THERE!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxogvtwL2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/YlZ54vBNvho/s1600-h/IMG_2979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335754570300665698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxogvtwL2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/YlZ54vBNvho/s400/IMG_2979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Silvertons&lt;/span&gt; very old jailhouse! I wonder why Reggie brought me there?;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait it's not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;loony&lt;/span&gt; bin-just jail :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxoTmsd0NI/AAAAAAAAAso/wwnWnsihftY/s1600-h/IMG_2993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335754344541049042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxoTmsd0NI/AAAAAAAAAso/wwnWnsihftY/s400/IMG_2993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another trip to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxnzcYzubI/AAAAAAAAAsY/knhn3o7KDjs/s1600-h/IMG_3029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335753792018430386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxnzcYzubI/AAAAAAAAAsY/knhn3o7KDjs/s400/IMG_3029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxnoX4EHSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/K7BDvYENvSY/s1600-h/IMG_2999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335753601828789538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxnoX4EHSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/K7BDvYENvSY/s400/IMG_2999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Funny! Reggie actually got stuck in the slide. I guess it turns tighter than it looks like it would. It really was funny-at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxnZ4hz_iI/AAAAAAAAAsI/URnsP_6mOck/s1600-h/IMG_3003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335753352895790626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxnZ4hz_iI/AAAAAAAAAsI/URnsP_6mOck/s400/IMG_3003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxnQQYovaI/AAAAAAAAAsA/2mMesIIViiE/s1600-h/IMG_3007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335753187501063586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxnQQYovaI/AAAAAAAAAsA/2mMesIIViiE/s400/IMG_3007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxnGBgyxMI/AAAAAAAAAr4/RUEkV5n_m1Q/s1600-h/IMG_3000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335753011710051522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxnGBgyxMI/AAAAAAAAAr4/RUEkV5n_m1Q/s400/IMG_3000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fishermen! One of Reggie's highlights of the trip besides working of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxmussG7LI/AAAAAAAAArw/169kZxhgfLw/s1600-h/IMG_3049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335752610983374002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxmussG7LI/AAAAAAAAArw/169kZxhgfLw/s400/IMG_3049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a good thing we didn't put a hook on hers, instead it just has a little rubber crown. She kept fishing with it though-very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxmisFAnmI/AAAAAAAAAro/Xi5Sw1ER7sA/s1600-h/IMG_3045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335752404660952674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxmisFAnmI/AAAAAAAAAro/Xi5Sw1ER7sA/s400/IMG_3045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kyler&lt;/span&gt; is stuck in the play pen while everybody is fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxmSSu0luI/AAAAAAAAArg/ABKvpJzTImo/s1600-h/IMG_3059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335752122979096290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxmSSu0luI/AAAAAAAAArg/ABKvpJzTImo/s400/IMG_3059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reggie and Cooper just wanted to fish, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kyler&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep, and Kira was freezing. I was just busy being a Mommy, trying to steal a few casts-only to get nothing, but we still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sgxl08fEjgI/AAAAAAAAArY/qjT9NuumTGM/s1600-h/IMG_3051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335751618791247362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sgxl08fEjgI/AAAAAAAAArY/qjT9NuumTGM/s400/IMG_3051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our hotel in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Durango&lt;/span&gt;(The Palmer Hotel) was right next to the train depot. The train leaves for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Silverton&lt;/span&gt; twice a day. The kids loved to see and hear the train while we enjoyed our delicious breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sgxk637qzsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/WNv_Gd2ZcNQ/s1600-h/IMG_3039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335750621136604866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sgxk637qzsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/WNv_Gd2ZcNQ/s400/IMG_3039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture taken at our hotel. It seemed more like a bed &amp;amp; breakfast. It was awesome and beautiful. They had an old fashioned elevator which was both cool and tiny. I had to hold the gate open with one hand and fit the kids and stroller inside-whoa! That was quite the adventure-it's too bad I didn't get a picture. The elevator was barely(and I mean barely) big enough for the stroller with me and the kids on the side-no room for Reggie. It was super cool and the kids enjoyed taking the elevator! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxkCYFQDOI/AAAAAAAAArA/AojpcbsY0jc/s1600-h/IMG_3133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335749650514185442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxkCYFQDOI/AAAAAAAAArA/AojpcbsY0jc/s400/IMG_3133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooper and Kira just started to dance! Too Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxjxB7a9QI/AAAAAAAAAq4/BkILMGoH0Vw/s1600-h/IMG_3130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335749352509601026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxjxB7a9QI/AAAAAAAAAq4/BkILMGoH0Vw/s400/IMG_3130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooper kept getting upset because Kira just wanted to dance and twirl around the room be herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxjntQCTKI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OW-AE1w5uQo/s1600-h/IMG_3129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335749192340098210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxjntQCTKI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OW-AE1w5uQo/s400/IMG_3129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; a high point. The swimming pool! I love love love to swim and our pool was heated thank goodness. We didn't get the pool until our second hotel when Reggie was working in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cortez&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxjYCvBwBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5E-zkNuhq-4/s1600-h/IMG_3153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335748923229323282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxjYCvBwBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5E-zkNuhq-4/s400/IMG_3153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxjP3VRIFI/AAAAAAAAAqg/HfQCQg0CCh4/s1600-h/IMG_3158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335748782729535570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxjP3VRIFI/AAAAAAAAAqg/HfQCQg0CCh4/s400/IMG_3158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kyler&lt;/span&gt; was stuck in his stroller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxeLQ5z85I/AAAAAAAAAqY/-Vcs_La96Lg/s1600-h/IMG_3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335743206136214418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SgxeLQ5z85I/AAAAAAAAAqY/-Vcs_La96Lg/s400/IMG_3151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we were swimming the hotel got loaded with like 100 kids about 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade-and they were headed...to the pool, We didn't swim long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; the entire swimming pool area was filled with kids. The next morning at breakfast some ladies who worked there mentioned that MOST of the kids had coffee that morning. I could not believe it. COFFEE?! Almost all of them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sgxb80YHW2I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/LYObY6WFgWQ/s1600-h/IMG_3182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335740758937262946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sgxb80YHW2I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/LYObY6WFgWQ/s400/IMG_3182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well that was our trip. The highlight being Kira getting a high fever and Reggie going to get some Tylenol. A few days later Cooper threw up IN our hotel room right when Reggie was off to work(Bye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hun&lt;/span&gt;:) Cooper threw up 3 times each being every other day-in the hotel room every time(I finally lined the floor with towels but by then Cooper mastered making it to the toilet). Poor kid. And having to do laundry twice was exciting too. All in all the drive wasn't long, and the kids were sweethearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was SO nice to come home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-9119234282960600866?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/9119234282960600866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=9119234282960600866' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/9119234282960600866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/9119234282960600866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-happy-little-trip-long-post.html' title='Our Happy little trip! 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He loves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. He loves to play with his kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. He is a VERY hard worker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. He CLAIMS he hunts to provide food for his family :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. He loves animals especially horses and loves the outdoors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. He is always singing something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. He is just as stubborn as I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. He is the best Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Cooper wants to be just like him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Kira brings out his softer side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Kyler pulls on Reggie's heartstrings because Kyler is so tender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. He has an amazing Testimony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. He is so cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. He is such a smart man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. He does the right things even when it's hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. He can make me laugh when I'm feeling blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. Reggie would live off a generator in the middle of nowhere if it weren't for his wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. He has a very quick temper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. Reggie flirts with me all the time-even if in my old mommy age I don't take it quite as well as I use to-I still love to flirt with him, and he makes me smile and laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. He just another kid in our house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. He is funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. He loves me for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. He is becoming a better person as the years go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. He has to ask me how to check the email every time he gets on-and he isn't aloud to turn the computer off although he is getting the hang of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. I love to watch him work-he makes me feel safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reggie-you are the best especially for putting up with me. I mean we have had 3 kids in 4 years and a person can only imagine what that can do to the emotional state of a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 7th year Anniversary Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sf5teORh_6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/l9nui7aP5uY/s1600-h/Anniversary+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331819374848376738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sf5teORh_6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/l9nui7aP5uY/s320/Anniversary+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you Babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a little crazy so I hope to post again soon about all the things we have been up to lately. We have been in Colorado for 2 weeks and Reggie has been gone a lot with work-but the work came at the best time-and we are very greatful for the work-it has been a great blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-7070717239536265908?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7070717239536265908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=7070717239536265908' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7070717239536265908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7070717239536265908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/05/7-of-best-years.html' title='7 of the BEST years!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/Sf5ttddXGhI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Ag-ccAXZk04/s72-c/IMG_3035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-8799652022988185086</id><published>2009-03-29T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:04:33.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Kyler!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyler is my little sweetheart!  He is so tender and sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feb. 27th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBp0jTTKLI/AAAAAAAAApw/phBh0kvaG2Y/s1600-h/IMG_2684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318867511474858162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBp0jTTKLI/AAAAAAAAApw/phBh0kvaG2Y/s400/IMG_2684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyler is happy wherever he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feb 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBprW_-qOI/AAAAAAAAApo/xSW7g5ydNxs/s1600-h/IMG_2717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318867353553774818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBprW_-qOI/AAAAAAAAApo/xSW7g5ydNxs/s400/IMG_2717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyler loves to drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feb 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBpXu2cJFI/AAAAAAAAApg/Rd_2KpzNeK8/s1600-h/IMG_2710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318867016358831186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBpXu2cJFI/AAAAAAAAApg/Rd_2KpzNeK8/s400/IMG_2710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyler is trying to climb right on out of his bouncy seat-which he thinks is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;March 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBpI1ul4nI/AAAAAAAAApY/g8YKMWszlQg/s1600-h/IMG_2747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318866760506925682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBpI1ul4nI/AAAAAAAAApY/g8YKMWszlQg/s400/IMG_2747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyler loves to be loved.  Kyler loves to love you.  He loves to hug you and kiss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;March 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBo-y1LKwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/u2MlK4i9sgc/s1600-h/IMG_2812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318866587930536706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBo-y1LKwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/u2MlK4i9sgc/s400/IMG_2812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyler is a tease.  When Mommy changes his diaper-he always rolls over, giggles and tries to get away-he thinks it is so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;March 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBo4duYLnI/AAAAAAAAApI/p2nP_ibtaeU/s1600-h/IMG_2754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318866479185669746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBo4duYLnI/AAAAAAAAApI/p2nP_ibtaeU/s400/IMG_2754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this hat may be a little small-I didn't realize it until I took a few pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;March 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBowisAleI/AAAAAAAAApA/SLLc5VUnCEc/s1600-h/IMG_2748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318866343078958562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBowisAleI/AAAAAAAAApA/SLLc5VUnCEc/s400/IMG_2748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyler love to be happy.  Kyler makes everybody around him happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-unless he's grumpy :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;march 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBokoZ3UsI/AAAAAAAAAo4/3skD9DFlfUs/s1600-h/IMG_2762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318866138455036610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBokoZ3UsI/AAAAAAAAAo4/3skD9DFlfUs/s400/IMG_2762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyler started army crawling a couple weeks ago.  He drags himself around everywhere.  A couple days ago he started going from laying on the floor to sitting up  all be himself (He learned that one in the middle of the night-lucky for me, he only did it once)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;March 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBoZLucScI/AAAAAAAAAow/_AhItuqkmuc/s1600-h/IMG_2778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318865941778155970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBoZLucScI/AAAAAAAAAow/_AhItuqkmuc/s400/IMG_2778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyler is a snuggle bug.  Kyler is sensative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;March 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBoOALz_DI/AAAAAAAAAoo/XPFP29WZptQ/s1600-h/IMG_2797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318865749701557298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBoOALz_DI/AAAAAAAAAoo/XPFP29WZptQ/s400/IMG_2797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that Kyler has had a cold about 50% of his life.  Two weeks on-two weeks off-on-off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;March 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBoBMaM_HI/AAAAAAAAAog/wOqfD0WbAt8/s1600-h/IMG_2813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318865529644842098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBoBMaM_HI/AAAAAAAAAog/wOqfD0WbAt8/s400/IMG_2813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyler is a giggle box.  Kyler loves everybody in his family very very much!  Mommy, Daddy, Cooper &amp;amp; Kira are very special to get Kylers love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;March 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBn3zs5SwI/AAAAAAAAAoY/W8vR1ygujKM/s1600-h/IMG_2817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318865368393534210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBn3zs5SwI/AAAAAAAAAoY/W8vR1ygujKM/s400/IMG_2817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyler has two teeth.  Kyler is 8 months old.  I love Kyler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;March 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBnWagWYVI/AAAAAAAAAoI/rQOdvOJpXlQ/s1600-h/IMG_2821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318864794694345042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBnWagWYVI/AAAAAAAAAoI/rQOdvOJpXlQ/s400/IMG_2821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing amazing or more precious than the miracle of life in us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-8799652022988185086?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8799652022988185086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=8799652022988185086' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8799652022988185086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8799652022988185086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-about-kyler.html' title='All about Kyler!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SdBp0jTTKLI/AAAAAAAAApw/phBh0kvaG2Y/s72-c/IMG_2684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-8260369737830109373</id><published>2009-03-25T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:19:48.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Help!!</title><content type='html'>Please give me some ideas about allergy med.  Reggie has Allergies really bad and every year he gets an allergy shot.  He got his shot just less than two months ago and when I called to get him another one they said he can't have it until 3 months after his last shot.  (but they said if he is really bad in the next week to go in next week until he is at least two months past.  Well he is so miserable with his allergies and I swear he uses one box of kleenex in like two days.   Please give me some ideas.  He is taking something simalar to Claritin and thinks it is giving him spots and he takes allergy 10.  We recently heard of somebody taking 1 tablespoon of local honey twice a day, but I can't seem to find local honey.  Please give me some ideas for poor Reggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bunches!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-8260369737830109373?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8260369737830109373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=8260369737830109373' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8260369737830109373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8260369737830109373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/need-help.html' title='Need Help!!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-313385052062850478</id><published>2009-03-07T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:40:17.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture overload!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple months ago:  Cooper dumped this ENTIR bottle of shampoo over Kira while standing in the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNy1VRzt8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/AaaK9mBfvOk/s1600-h/IMG_2526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310714646170417090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNy1VRzt8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/AaaK9mBfvOk/s400/IMG_2526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After slipping and hitting her head and then much sreaming until all soap was out of her little eyes she was smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNysp6qThI/AAAAAAAAAnc/TZtcfOOsoY8/s1600-h/IMG_2524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310714497091653138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNysp6qThI/AAAAAAAAAnc/TZtcfOOsoY8/s400/IMG_2524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK-ya think my daughter needed a haircut?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNyPEQpQlI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PUkaYkFOFAA/s1600-h/IMG_2557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310713988767105618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNyPEQpQlI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PUkaYkFOFAA/s400/IMG_2557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she wasn't so sure-but it looks WAY better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNx4zKhHTI/AAAAAAAAAnM/tKoJLE0llus/s1600-h/IMG_2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310713606220881202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNx4zKhHTI/AAAAAAAAAnM/tKoJLE0llus/s400/IMG_2571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a couple months ago when we went to the valley(I know I'm slow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNxWfubbEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/kHWu-TE1BJM/s1600-h/IMG_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310713016887241794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNxWfubbEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/kHWu-TE1BJM/s400/IMG_2606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNxE58NnPI/AAAAAAAAAm8/IEkKzdVqkf4/s1600-h/IMG_2582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310712714686733554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNxE58NnPI/AAAAAAAAAm8/IEkKzdVqkf4/s400/IMG_2582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next 3 pictures were while we were watching my brother Brendan playing like a little boy with his rocket.  They loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNw9WCSc7I/AAAAAAAAAm0/1HnnVK2Thnk/s1600-h/IMG_2590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310712584789455794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNw9WCSc7I/AAAAAAAAAm0/1HnnVK2Thnk/s400/IMG_2590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNwqgbXiXI/AAAAAAAAAms/U9jSXsiAhr0/s1600-h/IMG_2589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310712261161486706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNwqgbXiXI/AAAAAAAAAms/U9jSXsiAhr0/s400/IMG_2589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNwd9z2kZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/5SGd8eHUObY/s1600-h/IMG_2588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310712045710512530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNwd9z2kZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/5SGd8eHUObY/s400/IMG_2588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Reggie usually looks when feeding Kyler-out cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyler thought it was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNv0a5vE9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/p5QEDPP2Q00/s1600-h/IMG_2648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310711331965309906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNv0a5vE9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/p5QEDPP2Q00/s400/IMG_2648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she didn't learn how to do her makeup from her mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNvf1ghJ2I/AAAAAAAAAmU/ElDea2JGgE4/s1600-h/IMG_2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310710978330044258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNvf1ghJ2I/AAAAAAAAAmU/ElDea2JGgE4/s400/IMG_2649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This slide in the back of parents house has many childhood memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNvD3DfguI/AAAAAAAAAmM/WjQthXDh8RM/s1600-h/IMG_2674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310710497708835554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNvD3DfguI/AAAAAAAAAmM/WjQthXDh8RM/s400/IMG_2674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNu564hzBI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xMllztGuVZg/s1600-h/IMG_2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310710326937898002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNu564hzBI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xMllztGuVZg/s400/IMG_2675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper had a blast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNuvl5F74I/AAAAAAAAAl8/r6d4-txSyO4/s1600-h/IMG_2668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310710149504429954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNuvl5F74I/AAAAAAAAAl8/r6d4-txSyO4/s400/IMG_2668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his friends would have pecan wars with me and my friends.  Since we were girls we always thought we deserved the upper ground-not to mention we were younger.  So we would get on the tree fort-which is at the top of this slide and the boys would be down on the ground and the pecan throwing would commence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNun7cTrSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/NQxeyVkebM4/s1600-h/IMG_2667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310710017850322210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNun7cTrSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/NQxeyVkebM4/s400/IMG_2667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason we were in Pima-Reggie was javelina hunting.  This is a picture of him butchering it.  YUM!  Aren't you lucky you don't live at my house to eat such yummy food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNuR1qsHcI/AAAAAAAAAls/7Zaq_JmBR2U/s1600-h/IMG_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310709638342909378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNuR1qsHcI/AAAAAAAAAls/7Zaq_JmBR2U/s400/IMG_2657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture of my Mom and Kyler is so cute-I LOVE my MOM-she is the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNt0g0AUAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/RIVVo5xZvVg/s1600-h/IMG_2655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310709134528630786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNt0g0AUAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/RIVVo5xZvVg/s400/IMG_2655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there it is - all these pictures don't even include the last month so I'll probably be posting again soon if I actually have time:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-313385052062850478?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/313385052062850478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=313385052062850478' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/313385052062850478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/313385052062850478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-overload.html' title='Picture overload!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SbNy1VRzt8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/AaaK9mBfvOk/s72-c/IMG_2526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-881554115002949363</id><published>2009-03-07T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:32:08.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Something!</title><content type='html'>Here's how it works:  The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me!&lt;br /&gt;My choice. For you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;br /&gt;1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make! But I'll try really hard.&lt;br /&gt;2- It'll be done this year.&lt;br /&gt;3- You have no clue what it's going to be, and neither do I, but I'm sure it'll be great :o)&lt;br /&gt;The catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win an awesome homemade gift by me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-881554115002949363?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/881554115002949363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=881554115002949363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/881554115002949363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/881554115002949363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/secret-something.html' title='Secret Something!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-1450754367524962931</id><published>2009-02-16T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:24:01.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WIFE-gone crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well this is Kylers 6 mo. picture-taken about 3 weeks ago-I'm a little slow about posting lately! He weighed 14 lbs and I don't remember how long he was at his 6 mo. appointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SZncWAAPs3I/AAAAAAAAAlM/aYIaEkLWyG4/s1600-h/IMG_2543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303512306721731442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SZncWAAPs3I/AAAAAAAAAlM/aYIaEkLWyG4/s400/IMG_2543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well things have been crazy-as always. We were in the valley a couple of weeks ago and we're getting ready to again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIFE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Walmart a couple of Saturday's ago, I had Kira and Kyler while Cooper was working with his Daddy. Reggie and Cooper showed up to help finish up (I didn't have enough room in the cart-a baby in a carseat and a squirmy little girl who wants to climb out doesn't leave much room for diapers, baby food and all the other stuff) I was a little out of control all morning so when we're checking out and the Cashier says to my children "You need to sit down ok" My childrens reply -nothing! Again the cashier says "You need to sit down - store policy" My kids still don't care and continue whinning at me and standing there becase they&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;wanted out&lt;/span&gt;. Well the lady tells them again(never once to me -only to the kids) "You need to sit down or get out of the cart, I'm sorry." &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MY GOSH- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am getting upset thinking about it. I grabbed my kids ( making a small scene) and said "Did you hear the lady-she said you could get out!" I put them both down and said loudly-"I hope you don't get lost!!" I think she realized I was a little upset because she started talking really nice after that. Well Reggie grabbed the kids and put them right back in the cart-not caring a single bit what this lady said. (just for the record-I realize she was just doing her job and I probably shouldn't have been so bratty-but to a mother of small children-I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ON ONE&lt;/span&gt;!)  Please don't tell MY children they need to out-especially when I said NO you can't get out! Well now comes me being me-emotional as always! I had forgotten about the dogfood on the bottom of the cart and the pants Reggie needed so I thought my cash was enough-but it wasn't I was so embarrassed when the lady told me the total and I was about $20 short! We are trying out a budget-it really stinks! I couldn't help it -the tears started to come-I was embarrassed and upset. I gave a couple things back to the lady - then she started talking REALLY NICE! We made it back out to the truck and I wanted to explode yet all I could do was let the tears fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK-this is where you see what a terrible wife I am. My sweet husband spent the weekend cleaning the house and all I did was get upset. I appreciated it but when he cleans the house it makes me feel like a terrible wife for not having it done already. He will do laundry all the time-and everytime I just grit my teeth and think-'well if I had done that already he wouldn't have to.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a good note my family is great-and last week was a blast-making bows with the girls. And Our kids went to bed so early Thursday night we made it our date night and I made Reggie watch The Holiday with me. Then Friday as a bonus I babysat for someone who then had her daughter babysit so we could go to our Stake Valentines party. It was awesome. $10 a couple to get on board the cruise ship-they decorated the church like a cruise ship-they even took pics to email to us. Well the food was delicious, the entertainment was great, and the dancing (always my favorite part) was a blast with my sweet hubby! I can't believe we had 2 dates in two night-that's enough to last us 2 years!-j/k but pretty close!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywho-I hope everyone had a great heart-filled Valentines Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll hopefully post some pics pretty soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-1450754367524962931?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1450754367524962931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=1450754367524962931' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1450754367524962931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jan 5th'/><title type='text'>More FUN in the snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=130597046&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=130597046"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=130597046&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-5323349130464402171</id><published>2009-01-09T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:13:59.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost 2 weeks later and I feel like I am still trying to recover from this Christmas season.  I loved spending Christmas with the little ones-they make everything so bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a good Christmas at home &amp;amp; went to Pima the day after.  It was a very short trip and parents were really busy but I was glad I got to see them-and as much as I love them - I really wanted to see my cousin Sara and my Aunt Cindy and her family(The two people I speak of are on different sides of the family).  It was so much fun to visit with everyone.  My parents ended up with a new dining room set that weekend and it must have been fate because we went to Pima with an empty truck(that never happens-Reggie ALWAYS brings his quad) and so we got my parents table.  Ok so the table is older than me-it is still in way better condition than our wobbly table that was donated to the thrift store last week.  We only had room for 4 chairs-so our next trip will be for the other two chairs and the two leafs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My FAVORITE Christmas tradition is that we wait to open our stockings until Christmas night-it is very fun to have something to still look forward to after all the opening of gifts is over in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SWeAZzeowVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/5aNgvXnHejY/s1600-h/IMG_2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289337468173730130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SWeAZzeowVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/5aNgvXnHejY/s400/IMG_2333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SWeAOXca2iI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Qn4o7zizwXE/s1600-h/IMG_2331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289337271669676578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SWeAOXca2iI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Qn4o7zizwXE/s400/IMG_2331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie got me a sewing machine-actually I got it for myself from Reggie.  It's not exactly the one I wanted but it wasn't very expensive and I am excited - although my first attempt at using it was pretty amusing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SWd-93dUEmI/AAAAAAAAAkE/oO1r5JCqoOE/s1600-h/IMG_2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289335888693957218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SWd-93dUEmI/AAAAAAAAAkE/oO1r5JCqoOE/s400/IMG_2313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira loves loves loves this little stroller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SWd92mdFGHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZfWvVgEF1yw/s1600-h/IMG_2304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289334664358860914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SWd92mdFGHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZfWvVgEF1yw/s400/IMG_2304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had this bike given to us almost a year ago so for Christmas we decided to put pedals and training wheels on it for Coop.  It will be fun once the mud clears up so we can practice outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SWd8sumrB7I/AAAAAAAAAjs/1EHh6yEczog/s1600-h/IMG_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289333395236259762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SWd8sumrB7I/AAAAAAAAAjs/1EHh6yEczog/s400/IMG_2303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our kids got tons of stuff and were way too spoiled but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-5323349130464402171?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5323349130464402171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=5323349130464402171' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5323349130464402171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5323349130464402171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-christmas.html' title='Our Christmas'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SWeAZzeowVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/5aNgvXnHejY/s72-c/IMG_2333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-4832257191634668923</id><published>2008-12-22T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:53:58.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does mother do to keep busy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had quite the last day, week, month, several months!  I thought life was busy before kids then there was one, then two, now three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Late Congrats to Brendan &amp;amp; Katie who had a baby a couple of weeks ago.  Little Carsten sure look like a cutie, I can't wait to meet him.  The plan was to go the weekend after he was born-but Kira got croup-what a nightmare-especially with Reggie gone hunting.  But we got through it.  Cooper completely lost his voice two weekends ago all the while Reggie, his dad and a guy from work were working on our air ducts.  Kira's room gets no heat-so she has/had a space heater in her room and our bathroom was always freezing - but not anymore-thanks to the Christmas present from Reggie's Dad, we can now start our fires with the intent to heat our whole house-no more space heaters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Pictures began like this...wild!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCLWRvRrkI/AAAAAAAAAic/TDrJwIl8ciQ/s1600-h/IMG_2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282875577740668482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCLWRvRrkI/AAAAAAAAAic/TDrJwIl8ciQ/s400/IMG_2071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And got wilder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCLKR3nqhI/AAAAAAAAAiU/PnO9hSU7Xkc/s1600-h/IMG_2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282875371617233426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCLKR3nqhI/AAAAAAAAAiU/PnO9hSU7Xkc/s400/IMG_2096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wilder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCLANhu-5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/DTG2b61Csl8/s1600-h/IMG_2097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282875198653004690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCLANhu-5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/DTG2b61Csl8/s400/IMG_2097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't Reggie look excited to be taking pictures=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCKx-_YlKI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2c8yoBghVC4/s1600-h/IMG_2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282874954232665250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCKx-_YlKI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2c8yoBghVC4/s400/IMG_2102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a miracle - we took 40 pics and got 1 good one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kira doesn't have her hand in her mouth and everybody is smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you camera &amp;amp; tripod for taking our pictures-whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCKacuiuyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/_whuABn31eg/s1600-h/IMG_2083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282874549898230562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCKacuiuyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/_whuABn31eg/s400/IMG_2083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooper was sad that Santa didn't give him the truck he asked for-I had to explain that it was coming on Christmas-this is just when we tell Santa what we want.  He was cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCJtP-1ZBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/2ic_3f5-SBw/s1600-h/IMG_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282873773382788114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCJtP-1ZBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/2ic_3f5-SBw/s400/IMG_2067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Kira-her mommy was busy taking pictures that the camera died when it was time to sit on Santas lap-my camera gave no warning-just died.  She wouldn't sit on his lap but somebody did talk her into sitting next to Santa so Mommy could get a picture only to have mommy so mad at herself for not having more batteries-ok-breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCJhvzrjMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/4F0qbDlLUVM/s1600-h/IMG_2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282873575767510210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCJhvzrjMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/4F0qbDlLUVM/s400/IMG_2064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyler had his first bite of little big boy food last two Fridays ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oooohh gross Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCJAd2kkFI/AAAAAAAAAhc/s8FfyLXwmsU/s1600-h/IMG_2050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282873004012114002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCJAd2kkFI/AAAAAAAAAhc/s8FfyLXwmsU/s400/IMG_2050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Concentrate-bring the spoon to the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCIxskPYDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/hUWbnmyqzsg/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282872750263722034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCIxskPYDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/hUWbnmyqzsg/s400/IMG_2053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCImV_JjEI/AAAAAAAAAhM/9B1eTthOtqI/s1600-h/IMG_2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282872555224009794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCImV_JjEI/AAAAAAAAAhM/9B1eTthOtqI/s400/IMG_2048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah, I like this stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCIZSV42yI/AAAAAAAAAhE/nH4YdIDvfu8/s1600-h/IMG_2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282872330907343650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCIZSV42yI/AAAAAAAAAhE/nH4YdIDvfu8/s400/IMG_2051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyler in a box-what a wonderful Christmas present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCCQRHgJII/AAAAAAAAAg8/LidILGxSK_E/s1600-h/IMG_2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282865578889979010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCCQRHgJII/AAAAAAAAAg8/LidILGxSK_E/s400/IMG_2003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCBoTZEu8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/D3slpz9dKdw/s1600-h/IMG_1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282864892305783746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCBoTZEu8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/D3slpz9dKdw/s400/IMG_1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin pretty for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCBc2Y6szI/AAAAAAAAAgs/KT7pMRnBr9c/s1600-h/IMG_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282864695541936946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCBc2Y6szI/AAAAAAAAAgs/KT7pMRnBr9c/s400/IMG_1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCBNI4B88I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Mv9Jk1Qe2mQ/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282864425626366914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCBNI4B88I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Mv9Jk1Qe2mQ/s400/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job! One more time!  Man it's easier to get my kids to smile than my hubby=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCBBpUJhsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/nvsE3XtTd2A/s1600-h/Christmas+red+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282864228175808194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCBBpUJhsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/nvsE3XtTd2A/s400/Christmas+red+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there cutie pie.  Chillin' on his cowboy blanket made by his Aunt Katie.  His Aunt Katie adn Aunt Marie have quite the talent with sewing-one day I sure hope to learn some of their tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCAEuqqzTI/AAAAAAAAAgU/8r5D8YHM81g/s1600-h/IMG_1882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282863181640420658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCAEuqqzTI/AAAAAAAAAgU/8r5D8YHM81g/s400/IMG_1882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooper had his 1st visit to the Dentist in November and my cousin Pat is our Dentist in Show Low.  We had quite the dental month.  On Halloween I got my wisdom teeth pulled-holy cow!  Then Cooper had his appointment and that same day just a couple weeks after getting my wisdom teeth pulled I go my first ever cavities filled-TWO CAVITIES-but it wasn't too bad.  Just glad that's over with.  I thought Cooper would be terrified but the Hygienist(spelling?) was amazing, and he loved her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB-ecKqF_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/7ECzBA9EOQk/s1600-h/IMG_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282861424327661554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB-ecKqF_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/7ECzBA9EOQk/s400/IMG_1835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the white corner where somebody already painted-yeah it wasn't white for long once Kira got to it.  I knew that would happen-Reggie didn't so much plan on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB-K6iCDqI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ecAdcYcJI6s/s1600-h/IMG_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282861088881381026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB-K6iCDqI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ecAdcYcJI6s/s400/IMG_1862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB9_WGYrZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CefUGOs6I2o/s1600-h/IMG_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282860890123185554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB9_WGYrZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CefUGOs6I2o/s400/IMG_1871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie did the top and I did the bottom-with Coopers help of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB9vkP8DiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/oCtgVrpQLV8/s1600-h/IMG_1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282860619043442210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB9vkP8DiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/oCtgVrpQLV8/s400/IMG_1863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing dress up and looking at pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB9apwJ6uI/AAAAAAAAAfc/eqqL9Dg6BbE/s1600-h/IMG_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282860259743492834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB9apwJ6uI/AAAAAAAAAfc/eqqL9Dg6BbE/s400/IMG_1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew they were being too quiet.  I round the corner to the kitchen and this shredded paper was everywhere!!  The bad in Coopers hand should be full but instead is all over my kitchen and the mud room.  Reggie brought them home from work for a good fire starter.  I actually had to try not to laugh when I saw this mess - I mean who can blame them-doesn't that look like it would be fun!  They were very good at cleaning it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB9IMfEakI/AAAAAAAAAfU/wyRw1BGpiEY/s1600-h/IMG_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282859942649555522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB9IMfEakI/AAAAAAAAAfU/wyRw1BGpiEY/s400/IMG_1846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let Cooper use the clippers a little bit with his last haircut-he hates haircuts-so it was a little incentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB8tN8GH7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/geAZ4-kpDiI/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282859479183269810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB8tN8GH7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/geAZ4-kpDiI/s400/IMG_1828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am very excited about Christmas and to see what Santa will bring my kids-it's all very exciting.  This is by far my busiest Christmas season ever-but I'm keeping the holiday cheer!&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas-it's almost 1am and I still have much to do before bed-goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVB8iOjF-VI/AAAAAAAAAfE/j2E12LoFYrk/s1600-h/IMG_1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-4832257191634668923?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4832257191634668923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=4832257191634668923' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/4832257191634668923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/4832257191634668923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-does-mother-do-to-keep-busy.html' title='What does mother do to keep busy?'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SVCLWRvRrkI/AAAAAAAAAic/TDrJwIl8ciQ/s72-c/IMG_2071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-4157862986913747699</id><published>2008-12-03T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:12:06.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by request!</title><content type='html'>So I had a request to add to the other tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7 things in life you dream about doing eventually.&lt;/span&gt; (most of these have to do with money-go figure?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dream about helping people-like I literally get sick thinking of all the people I should be helping-especially little children. I dream of opening orphanages in other countries-if it weren't for my sanity and my own little children/husbands need for attention I would probably be a foster parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I dream about becoming rich so I can buy a ranch for Reggie and buy him hunts and a building apart from my house to keep them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I dream about becoming an interior decorator and/or an architect. (I would have a problem-&lt;br /&gt;since I worry WAY too much about what people think of me-I always feel like people are judging me and so I would always be worried people didn't like me or what I do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I dream about becoming a childrens book author and a songwriter(maybe when I have more time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I dream about being more patient - like my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I dream about being proud of my children when they all live away from home and happy that I raised amazing children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I dream about traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fun one-I tag everybody who wants to do this-Please do this. Especially Aunt Cindy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-4157862986913747699?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4157862986913747699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=4157862986913747699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/4157862986913747699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/4157862986913747699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-request.html' title='Tagged by request!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-7642075250078726660</id><published>2008-11-17T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:26:05.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged-7 THINGS</title><content type='html'>7 THINGS I CAN DO...&lt;br /&gt;1. Change my baby with a cloth diaper.&lt;br /&gt;2. The alphabet in sign language.&lt;br /&gt;3. Body board in the ocean.(using your body as a board)&lt;br /&gt;4. Stress/Worry&lt;br /&gt;5. Make fun shapes with pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Clean up the same toy 5 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cut my sons hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS I CAN'T DO...&lt;br /&gt;1. Remember&lt;br /&gt;2. Play basketball(I wish I could)&lt;br /&gt;3. Drive a stick (pathetic I know)&lt;br /&gt;4. Keep dust out of my house!&lt;br /&gt;5. Do more than one thing-EVER-at a time. (like when I talk on the phone-it's very difficult to do anything else)&lt;br /&gt;6. Watch Reggie and the kids wrestle wildly (it really stresses me out-I just wait for someone to get hurt)&lt;br /&gt;7. Be on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS THAT ATTRACTED ME TO REGGIE...&lt;br /&gt;1. His Smile.&lt;br /&gt;2. He was funny.&lt;br /&gt;3. I thought he was very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;4. He was a good dancer (although he doesn't agree)&lt;br /&gt;5. He was a Hottie.&lt;br /&gt;6. His name-I never knew a Reggie before.&lt;br /&gt;7. Last but definately not least-He's a COWBOY-I think that says a lot. (I say was but that's definately now as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS THAT I SAY MOST OFTEN...&lt;br /&gt;1. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;2. Be Safe!&lt;br /&gt;3. Anyways!&lt;br /&gt;4. How Funny!&lt;br /&gt;5. Cooper Be Nice!&lt;br /&gt;6. Kira calm down - it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;7. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 PEOPLE I ADMIRE THE MOST...&lt;br /&gt;1. Reggie&lt;br /&gt;2. My Mom&lt;br /&gt;3. President Thomas S. Monson&lt;br /&gt;4. Pam Jones(my merry miss teacher/drama teacher)&lt;br /&gt;5. Aunt Julie &amp;amp; Aunt Cindy ( using two isn't cheating is it? )&lt;br /&gt;6. My Grandma Goodman, &amp;amp; My Grandma Cluff (two again what can I say)&lt;br /&gt;7. Pioneers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 FAVORITE FOODS...&lt;br /&gt;1. Carne Machaca from Eva's&lt;br /&gt;2. Fettucine Alfredo&lt;br /&gt;3. My chicken casserole&lt;br /&gt;4. Brownies Brownies Brownies&lt;br /&gt;5. French Toast&lt;br /&gt;6. Crepes&lt;br /&gt;7. Peaches, strawberies, &amp;amp; bananas &amp;amp; cream (oh yeah don't forget the sugar =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 PEOPLE I TAG...&lt;br /&gt;1. Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;2. Jaci&lt;br /&gt;3. Katie&lt;br /&gt;4. Katie&lt;br /&gt;5. Marie&lt;br /&gt;6. Hartley&lt;br /&gt;7. Hillary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-7642075250078726660?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7642075250078726660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=7642075250078726660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7642075250078726660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7642075250078726660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-7-things_17.html' title='Tagged-7 THINGS'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-5901656826130094869</id><published>2008-11-10T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:23:29.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KYLERS BLESSING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiN7uTi_GI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-ra8G_248zE/s1600-h/IMG_1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyler was blessed yesterday. It went great. Our church is @ 11am and Kyler usually naps from 10am-3:30pm so we took some pics that morning. My parents came over the night before to hang out and help out. I am so glad my mom was there to give me a hand, I love to hang out with my mom-she is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my family came, and Reggie's grandparents came. It really was great. We fed everybody lunch before they had to go home and were sad to see them go - but at least Thanksgiving is only a few weeks away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyler was a good sport the whole day. Cooper and Kira both had a blast with cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiNWWw5RSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xmQjhH0ZGII/s1600-h/IMG_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267115179417093410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiNWWw5RSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xmQjhH0ZGII/s400/IMG_1736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which of the next 2 pics I like better=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family of FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiNIpOh4FI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vT9XU0_j-do/s1600-h/IMG_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267114943855059026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiNIpOh4FI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vT9XU0_j-do/s400/IMG_1762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiMT0sp-hI/AAAAAAAAAd4/z6Ff69BDGiU/s1600-h/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267114036401142290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiMT0sp-hI/AAAAAAAAAd4/z6Ff69BDGiU/s400/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the three of us-poor Reggie was a good sport-he doesn't much like picture time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiMIciNezI/AAAAAAAAAdw/QYM1_XcHJ44/s1600-h/IMG_1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267113840936319794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiMIciNezI/AAAAAAAAAdw/QYM1_XcHJ44/s400/IMG_1767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 little ones-oh my gosh trying to take a good picture of three kids is work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiLwhpOHsI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6CgBawa-EQM/s1600-h/IMG_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267113429991038658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiLwhpOHsI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6CgBawa-EQM/s400/IMG_1768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my favorite picture taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiIppQr2lI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IBX75Ee60fU/s1600-h/IMG_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267110013241645650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiIppQr2lI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IBX75Ee60fU/s400/IMG_1788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents with my kids-Cooper looks so big in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiIUS-V23I/AAAAAAAAAdY/4VpIYwDNJKg/s1600-h/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267109646481873778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiIUS-V23I/AAAAAAAAAdY/4VpIYwDNJKg/s400/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my sisters B-day tomorrow, so we sang Happy Birthday - I don't imagine she was to thrilled-but hopefully she knows I love her. Happy Birthday Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiIHrC17fI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/A21Tp8n06kQ/s1600-h/IMG_1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267109429604904434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiIHrC17fI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/A21Tp8n06kQ/s400/IMG_1796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooper is posing with Kyler-he was being so sweet and cute-as he normally is with Kyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiHMW6JGpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fPQIv70PNT4/s1600-h/IMG_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267108410587421330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiHMW6JGpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fPQIv70PNT4/s400/IMG_1806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie bore his Testimony for the first time EVER in Sacrament Meeting-it was awesome. I am so proud of him. I also bore my Testimony - but not for the first time. It was great to see him up there and hear his Testimony in church.I love Reggie so much-he is a great guy-maybe I should be nicer to him. I am always so quick to tell him what he is doing wrong and never pointing out all the great things he does. I am so glad he is a worthy priesthood holder. Reggie is different than anyone I have ever met. He is rock solid-never sheds a tear yet his feelings are so strong and tender and even his parents and I are always amazed at him. I don't think his parents even have a clue what Reggie is actually like, they just think he's so headstrong and stubborn with a wildly short fuse (which isn't entirely false).  It's a good thing Reggie is around to teach me things. He is so smart and his knowledge of the scriptures and the church are absolutely amazing. I am the luckiest little lady with three crazy but very sweet kids and asuch a good husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-5901656826130094869?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5901656826130094869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=5901656826130094869' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5901656826130094869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5901656826130094869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/kylers-blessing.html' title='KYLERS BLESSING'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SRiNWWw5RSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xmQjhH0ZGII/s72-c/IMG_1736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-2208856131289861528</id><published>2008-11-03T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:17:56.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A very giggly pumpkin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_Z21p-L_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/MX33tL1Av-E/s1600-h/IMG_1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666025558683634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_Z21p-L_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/MX33tL1Av-E/s400/IMG_1725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family of trick of treaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_Zq_IEbyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/m9-PhyBlLts/s1600-h/IMG_1718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264665821942411042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_Zq_IEbyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/m9-PhyBlLts/s400/IMG_1718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOME PICS AT OUR TRUNK N' TREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they do it inside&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inmate stealing a pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_ZfJ7fxsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/5ta9ZkJj8dI/s1600-h/IMG_1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264665618684036802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_ZfJ7fxsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/5ta9ZkJj8dI/s400/IMG_1699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_ZKK6_GTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/UocliqS6r54/s1600-h/IMG_1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264665258173077810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_ZKK6_GTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/UocliqS6r54/s400/IMG_1695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkerBell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_Y5DLYc4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/_K3UjmqQcG8/s1600-h/IMG_1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664964036588418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_Y5DLYc4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/_K3UjmqQcG8/s400/IMG_1694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan showing off his candy and Tinker Bell (my candy queen) is thinking she's going to eat it all by midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_YdH1K7SI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlKLiiMrwI/s1600-h/IMG_1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664484249267490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_YdH1K7SI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlKLiiMrwI/s400/IMG_1705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-2208856131289861528?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2208856131289861528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=2208856131289861528' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2208856131289861528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2208856131289861528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_Z21p-L_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/MX33tL1Av-E/s72-c/IMG_1725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-1841287137223563518</id><published>2008-11-03T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:05:16.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kira got a lot of comments about her hair like this - I thought it was pretty cute on her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_XBUjg5AI/AAAAAAAAAT8/G1EywIQh3rg/s1600-h/Kira+antenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264662907116905474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_XBUjg5AI/AAAAAAAAAT8/G1EywIQh3rg/s400/Kira+antenna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyler loves his Daddy and loves to smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_WeApEFMI/AAAAAAAAATs/pGyUCE_ZqAA/s1600-h/Kyler+Daddy+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264662300476052674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_WeApEFMI/AAAAAAAAATs/pGyUCE_ZqAA/s400/Kyler+Daddy+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira was excited about painting pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_WI4_9A4I/AAAAAAAAATk/JfyKVEcImNE/s1600-h/IMG_1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264661937647321986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_WI4_9A4I/AAAAAAAAATk/JfyKVEcImNE/s400/IMG_1669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very impressed by Coopers painting of his pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_Vv0FvEfI/AAAAAAAAATc/TNlImM4AI-Q/s1600-h/IMG_1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264661506832667122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_Vv0FvEfI/AAAAAAAAATc/TNlImM4AI-Q/s400/IMG_1670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_VDa3ebSI/AAAAAAAAATU/zcj0-9OMcSE/s1600-h/IMG_1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264660744147725602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_VDa3ebSI/AAAAAAAAATU/zcj0-9OMcSE/s400/IMG_1664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-1841287137223563518?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1841287137223563518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=1841287137223563518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1841287137223563518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1841287137223563518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/painting-pumpkins.html' title='Painting Pumpkins'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_XBUjg5AI/AAAAAAAAAT8/G1EywIQh3rg/s72-c/Kira+antenna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-9192586666769189984</id><published>2008-11-03T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:50:42.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUMPKIN PATCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple of weeks ago for Coopers preschool class they went to the corn maze and the pumpkin patch.  It was a blast for them and Kira loved feeling a part of the preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_TXwFtwpI/AAAAAAAAATM/RVTQsLKYns0/s1600-h/Mommy+kids+corn+maze.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264658894418723474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_TXwFtwpI/AAAAAAAAATM/RVTQsLKYns0/s400/Mommy+kids+corn+maze.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_TKnjEGcI/AAAAAAAAATE/6I2F_6Z8Ngk/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patchers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264658668787603906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_TKnjEGcI/AAAAAAAAATE/6I2F_6Z8Ngk/s400/Pumpkin+patchers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper didn't take long to find his pumpkin.  Kira on the other hand picked up several pumpkins large and small-she finally settled on a SQUASH=)  Silly girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_S8aspleI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hxEi4NoeIQg/s1600-h/Cooper+pumpkin+Kira+squash.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264658424819979746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_S8aspleI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hxEi4NoeIQg/s400/Cooper+pumpkin+Kira+squash.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-9192586666769189984?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/9192586666769189984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=9192586666769189984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/9192586666769189984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/9192586666769189984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='PUMPKIN PATCH'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SQ_TXwFtwpI/AAAAAAAAATM/RVTQsLKYns0/s72-c/Mommy+kids+corn+maze.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-5634661093680675867</id><published>2008-10-17T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:28:14.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY COOPER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coopers blessing picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SPktUrkkoeI/AAAAAAAAASA/x5NmH04UytI/s1600-h/Cooper+blessing+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258283873248518626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SPktUrkkoeI/AAAAAAAAASA/x5NmH04UytI/s400/Cooper+blessing+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooper at about 16 mo old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SPktNXo9_kI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xY7wSX7XVzI/s1600-h/Cooper+16+mo+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258283747639164482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SPktNXo9_kI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xY7wSX7XVzI/s400/Cooper+16+mo+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coopers birthday was yesterday on Oct 16th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooper w/ his preschool friends(there is one more boy who wasn't there today) He loves preschool. We switch houses every week and we each take a letter, shape, social lesson, etc. We weren't suppose to meet at my house this week but things came up for others so I did it and we sang Happy Birthday and had some cupcakes for Coopers birthday. In this picture the numbers are even - 3 blondes and 3 redheads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SPkdhmNPdcI/AAAAAAAAARw/bQocVAMiZug/s1600-h/IMG_1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258266502960739778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SPkdhmNPdcI/AAAAAAAAARw/bQocVAMiZug/s400/IMG_1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sweet little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SPkdBSrHyyI/AAAAAAAAARo/MSvRVlFygs0/s1600-h/Cooper+b-day+mom-kids1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258265947961543458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SPkdBSrHyyI/AAAAAAAAARo/MSvRVlFygs0/s400/Cooper+b-day+mom-kids1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I got a HAPPY picture of Cooper - he is so often closing his eyes when he smiles for pictures nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SPkcz-UpKGI/AAAAAAAAARg/cu61bMbkfVQ/s1600-h/Cooper+b-day+Cooper+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258265719160252514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SPkcz-UpKGI/AAAAAAAAARg/cu61bMbkfVQ/s400/Cooper+b-day+Cooper+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See- eyes closed-big cheesy grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SPkcmnQhtBI/AAAAAAAAARY/-JyQAc2STmk/s1600-h/Cooper+b-day-open+presents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258265489630671890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SPkcmnQhtBI/AAAAAAAAARY/-JyQAc2STmk/s400/Cooper+b-day-open+presents.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooper has been so excited for a long time about turning 4. Now that it's here, this is what he tells me birthday morning: "Mommy I just want to be 3" Mommy says "but 4 is big and 3 is little" Cooper in a sad voice: "I just want to be little and be 3" Poor kid-he's just like everybody else-wants what he can't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to my little Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-5634661093680675867?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5634661093680675867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=5634661093680675867' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5634661093680675867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5634661093680675867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-cooper.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY COOPER!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SPktUrkkoeI/AAAAAAAAASA/x5NmH04UytI/s72-c/Cooper+blessing+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-1399110939688759562</id><published>2008-09-30T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:39:17.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCKET - PEANUT BUTTER - AND CLOTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last few months Cooper has complained about headaches and within a 2-3 week period he got two migraines.  I felt horrible.  I get tonz of headaches but never migraines, but since my brother and my sister both get migraines really bad I figured he was just getting them at an early age.  His doctor was VERY shocked when I told him and had me bring him in, he wanted to get a cat scan of his head.  At first I thought no big deal but then I got worried thinking Cooper would flip out being strapped.  At the advice of my sister I asked him if he wanted to ride a rocket.  He was extatic!  He could hardly sit still in the waiting room, the whole time grinning from ear to ear like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOK0G1fjWRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-uNwmKTGN0U/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251958144999053586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOK0G1fjWRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-uNwmKTGN0U/s400/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They told me if they found anything then they would let me know the next day other wise we wouldn't hear anything.  Well two days later I got a phone call from his Dr. office, and boy did that scare me.  They said he has Severe Sinusitus - yeah so we paid BIG $$$ to find out he has a really bad sinus infection.  BUT I truly am grateful and know my prayers were answered because migraines would be REALLY bad.  And something like a tumor which the Dr. said it could be, would be REALLY bad.  So with some antibiodics we should have no more throwing up with torturous headaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooper and Kira found their new jungle gym atop the horse trailer.  Kira does not have the best balance and with those boots - she really made me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOKz1nNTblI/AAAAAAAAARI/C0875rBU8Sc/s1600-h/IMG_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251957849106640466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOKz1nNTblI/AAAAAAAAARI/C0875rBU8Sc/s400/IMG_1494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Typical picture of Kira:  making a mess with her food instead of eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOKg3UOsBOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qSXIrhXIdlk/s1600-h/IMG_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251936987650983138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOKg3UOsBOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qSXIrhXIdlk/s400/IMG_1292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My handsome little Kyler-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOKeaMMInmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/2pmwEStGAn0/s1600-h/IMG_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251934288253328994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOKeaMMInmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/2pmwEStGAn0/s400/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a cloth diaper and yes he does wear them regularly. I first heard about cloth diapers from Melinda Shelley and my thought was "People still do that?!" Well I wanted to try it out on Kira because she was young, but that never happened. When I was young I would copy my cousin Sara in whatever she did and so now that she has her kids in cloth I just had to be like her=) I love cloth yet it drives me crazy all at the same time. I love that I am putting something pure on my babys bottom and that I -in a small way am not contributing to the land fills and it saves me money. The laundry part is not so fun, but cloth diapers aren't what they use to be. They have cloth diapers that go on just like a disposable and they are SUPER CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture is a regular cloth-nothing fancy, and it has no cover on, but I love the Blue snappi-instead of using pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOKeJFjai7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/7XMAJ4yIdL4/s1600-h/IMG_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251933994414148530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOKeJFjai7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/7XMAJ4yIdL4/s400/IMG_1531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOKd_GgZikI/AAAAAAAAAQg/weqzNxgBnDE/s1600-h/IMG_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251933822871243330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOKd_GgZikI/AAAAAAAAAQg/weqzNxgBnDE/s400/IMG_1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My happy BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOKdzFmvwyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0IRH9FmjPww/s1600-h/IMG_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251933616470999842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOKdzFmvwyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0IRH9FmjPww/s400/IMG_1498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-1399110939688759562?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1399110939688759562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=1399110939688759562' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1399110939688759562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1399110939688759562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/09/rocket-peanut-butter-and-cloth.html' title='ROCKET - PEANUT BUTTER - AND CLOTH'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SOK0G1fjWRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-uNwmKTGN0U/s72-c/IMG_1535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-7334260848827230800</id><published>2008-09-19T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:45:34.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every Labor Day and 4th of July there is a huge gathering on Mt Graham. They have a pot luck dinner on Saturday night and on Sunday they have permission to do church. It is held outside and we are even able to take the Sacrament. It is an amazing experience. It seems like every year the clouds will threat with rain and occationally we will see some and this year the rain started immediately after church. It is an amazing place to be. I love Mt. Graham. My parents have a cabin up there, but this year we borrowed my Aunts cabin since there were too many of us to fit. We had a blast playing games. Kira got a little bit lost once and scared me really bad. Thank-you Katie for finding her. She was following Reggie after he left to go ride his horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPhHolDUVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/5o6npAMwOvY/s1600-h/IMG_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247785512084918610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPhHolDUVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/5o6npAMwOvY/s400/IMG_1304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way to Mt. Graham the kids were being really sweet with each other and I just had to get this picture of them holding hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPgkzfNgGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zwb1CSQ5EPQ/s1600-h/IMG_1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247784913717788770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPgkzfNgGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zwb1CSQ5EPQ/s400/IMG_1312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reggie has to bring his horse to Mt. Graham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPgApcp0uI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gRh7IU5wLoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247784292547416802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPgApcp0uI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gRh7IU5wLoQ/s400/IMG_1311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a cuite pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPfE7OSMUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ehjmBOUlMik/s1600-h/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247783266526835010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPfE7OSMUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ehjmBOUlMik/s400/IMG_1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids found a fort close by the cabin and decided to have a pine cone war with Reggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPdaCZ8lpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TJA155unTzE/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247781430208796306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPdaCZ8lpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TJA155unTzE/s400/IMG_1372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kira and Landon on the propane tank. As a kid I have many memories of this tank-some of them being that I was too small to get on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPc131YPfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4LvIisT8HFs/s1600-h/IMG_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247780808895774194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPc131YPfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4LvIisT8HFs/s400/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma with my kids it was fun to have my mom up there. My dad dropped her off and then he went back down the Mt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPcgHNeUWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Cuav7Xiq7oQ/s1600-h/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247780435066245474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPcgHNeUWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Cuav7Xiq7oQ/s400/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooper LOVES his baby brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPb6SJSUvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WNHXVD52Q5w/s1600-h/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247779785166443250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPb6SJSUvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WNHXVD52Q5w/s400/IMG_1383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first family picture with Kyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-7334260848827230800?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7334260848827230800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=7334260848827230800' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7334260848827230800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7334260848827230800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPhHolDUVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/5o6npAMwOvY/s72-c/IMG_1304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-7106884315315296461</id><published>2008-09-19T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:47:25.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUNCHES OF PICTURES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPaQ2nTggI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lFl3tbD42tk/s1600-h/IMG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247777973889892866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPaQ2nTggI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lFl3tbD42tk/s320/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids both had a blast shooting the gun last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPaA-cEeRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/14NXlfLbmaw/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247777701112346898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPaA-cEeRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/14NXlfLbmaw/s320/IMG_1420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPZtCGEMpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/04oHAHDcuts/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247777358496412306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPZtCGEMpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/04oHAHDcuts/s400/IMG_1423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just loved this picture of Cooper and Kira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPZTa_4dxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/PVVVB8_uG-M/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247776918504765202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPZTa_4dxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/PVVVB8_uG-M/s400/IMG_1442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 Kids in the Backseat! Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPXozONWZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/M1EPdMztw7Y/s1600-h/IMG_1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247775086761302418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPXozONWZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/M1EPdMztw7Y/s320/IMG_1456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPXaCpsuqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SWGTeWmkLfc/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPW6f7xlzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Pnnr7fINcOc/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems like Kira's hair is finally long enough to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPWgdcndlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/p0nnD85HxUA/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247773843965572690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPWgdcndlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/p0nnD85HxUA/s320/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a big boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-7106884315315296461?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7106884315315296461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=7106884315315296461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7106884315315296461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7106884315315296461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/09/bunches-of-pictures.html' title='BUNCHES OF PICTURES!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SNPaQ2nTggI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lFl3tbD42tk/s72-c/IMG_1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-5800346150319808938</id><published>2008-09-12T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:51:54.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPLETELY USELESS</title><content type='html'>I have never worked my butt off so much in my life only to get more and more behind everyday.  I have kept a pretty good attitude and I am trying to live by my new motto:  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LET IT GO - AND - GO WITH THE FLOW&lt;/span&gt;.  I went visiting teaching right before I had Kyler and the two ladies there who each have many children were talking about how they used to fold socks and you just can't do that, the one lady said you have to have one box of boy socks and one box of girl socks and you just throw them in.  Pretty funny huh! Yeah that is what I am thinking now-funny.  I am trying to think of every way possible to get things done quicker, and be more organized.  I have never &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; cooked so much in my married life. I never cleaned more in my life-and I never had such a messy house in my life. My whole life whether I like it or not is my Family-Thank heavens I like it.  I feel like my poor husband and all three of my kids are each hanging by ropes tied onto me while I in the meantime am hanging by a thread from nothing.  But the truth of the matter is that  I have been getting a little off coarse and need to direct myself back to:  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LET IT GO - AND - GO WITH THE FLOW&lt;/span&gt;.  There are little things that are important in life and little things that are not and I MUST stop paying so much attention to the silly things and just enjoy life.  For those of you out there that stress over the little things-don't-that way I don't feel like the only crazy one.  After all you have to be crazy to be a mother right?=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-5800346150319808938?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5800346150319808938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=5800346150319808938' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5800346150319808938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5800346150319808938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/09/completely-useless.html' title='COMPLETELY USELESS'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-3240709094692027719</id><published>2008-08-21T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:02:06.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time With Three Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Kids keep me extremely busy so I am just posting a few pics, not to mention my computer is going super slow.   I'll try to post later, but right now I have a very hungry baby and two attention needing kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My three little Angels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SK26ZMFr3oI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8ioUdwn65q4/s1600-h/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237046883606322818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SK26ZMFr3oI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8ioUdwn65q4/s400/IMG_1189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little thumb sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SK25j4Y-q4I/AAAAAAAAANs/q6Jgi0ktTag/s1600-h/IMG_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237045967785470850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SK25j4Y-q4I/AAAAAAAAANs/q6Jgi0ktTag/s400/IMG_1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to tickle the side of his face and make him smile and this is what we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SK25FoXiLCI/AAAAAAAAANk/_EOk3nw1tOE/s1600-h/IMG_1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237045448088366114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SK25FoXiLCI/AAAAAAAAANk/_EOk3nw1tOE/s400/IMG_1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put em up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SK24ZX0v59I/AAAAAAAAANc/qxHmIRJZjCo/s1600-h/IMG_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237044687733254098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SK24ZX0v59I/AAAAAAAAANc/qxHmIRJZjCo/s400/IMG_1251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-3240709094692027719?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3240709094692027719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=3240709094692027719' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3240709094692027719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3240709094692027719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-time-with-three-kids.html' title='No Time With Three Kids'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SK26ZMFr3oI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8ioUdwn65q4/s72-c/IMG_1189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-1214655974762378723</id><published>2008-07-30T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:00:38.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new little baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SJCdngxSI7I/AAAAAAAAANU/prC4g8BW9e4/s1600-h/IMG_1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228852469514249138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SJCdngxSI7I/AAAAAAAAANU/prC4g8BW9e4/s400/IMG_1161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* Kyler Leo Reed * 7lbs 1oz * 21 1/2 inches long * Adorable baby boy * July 24,2008 * 1:47pm * Happy Baby *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-1214655974762378723?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1214655974762378723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=1214655974762378723' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1214655974762378723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1214655974762378723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-new-little-baby.html' title='Our new little baby!!!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SJCdngxSI7I/AAAAAAAAANU/prC4g8BW9e4/s72-c/IMG_1161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-6411027025140370123</id><published>2008-07-08T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:12:12.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SHONzWGJavI/AAAAAAAAANM/d_9mXqRruSI/s1600-h/IMG_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220672306296744690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SHONzWGJavI/AAAAAAAAANM/d_9mXqRruSI/s400/IMG_1110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a couple pics we got before the camera batteries died at the parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SHONPH5DjjI/AAAAAAAAANE/sHH7OKo4fms/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220671684008447538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SHONPH5DjjI/AAAAAAAAANE/sHH7OKo4fms/s400/IMG_1109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a fun 4th weekend. It took a LOT of convincing Reggie to do the whole 4th of July stuff. We went to the Parade then to the park to eat lunch and then to a movie: Walle. It was Cooper's second movie in the theatre ever and Kiras first-&lt;em&gt;what a nightmare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kicked the chair in front of her repeatedly and one time when I told her to stop(and I was pretty friendly about it) she started balling - very loudly. I bribed her with candy and had to do so the ENTIRE length of the movie except for the last 10 min when Reggie took her out. Oh well-the movie wasn't that good anyway - in our opinion.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we were going to stick around until the Show Low rodeo-but we were exhausted and went home for a rest then drove back to Show Low just so Jenny could show her fam the fireworks. Saturday evening we went to the Taylor rodeo and we had a blast. Poor Reggie has a hard time watching the rodeo because he wants SO bad to be in it. I on the other hand was so grateful he wasn't. Taylor has the best firework show ever! I don't think we'll go back to see Show Low's anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting down the days - let's hear your bets - when do you think I will have my baby. My due date is the 20th of July-&lt;em&gt;less than 2 weeks.  &lt;/em&gt;If your right I'll buy you your favorite candybar=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-6411027025140370123?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6411027025140370123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=6411027025140370123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6411027025140370123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6411027025140370123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!!!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SHONzWGJavI/AAAAAAAAANM/d_9mXqRruSI/s72-c/IMG_1110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-4335351315907658065</id><published>2008-06-19T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:11:02.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY GIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFrKAsxUyHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZrCxbSF85go/s1600-h/IMG_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213701632001624178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFrKAsxUyHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZrCxbSF85go/s400/IMG_1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every time Kira would open a present she would try and give it to someone else (normally who ever she was saying 'Thank you' to) it was kind of sad but very sweet and cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFrJq80mpBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NAu-Aj71nPs/s1600-h/IMG_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213701258353222674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFrJq80mpBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NAu-Aj71nPs/s400/IMG_1059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little princess had tonz of fun once she realized these presents were actually hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFrJXCDpePI/AAAAAAAAAMs/V4Kblkhl-HY/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213700916161116402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFrJXCDpePI/AAAAAAAAAMs/V4Kblkhl-HY/s400/IMG_1071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;POSE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFrJJJ_2RCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CQGl9ZX1iLM/s1600-h/IMG_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213700677774492706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFrJJJ_2RCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CQGl9ZX1iLM/s400/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BLOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFrI8TC2CDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7-1fY9_VzYU/s1600-h/IMG_1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213700456864679986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFrI8TC2CDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7-1fY9_VzYU/s400/IMG_1073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Kira had her birthday last week. She is two and although she is a real emotional replica of her mother she is the sweetest most sensative little sweetie. I can't believe she is already two but I'm also greatful since we've got number 3 headed our way-very soon.  She is very spoiled by her parents and she has her Daddy locked around her little self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-4335351315907658065?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4335351315907658065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=4335351315907658065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/4335351315907658065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/4335351315907658065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-baby-girl.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY GIRL!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFrKAsxUyHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZrCxbSF85go/s72-c/IMG_1050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-6763912143723128935</id><published>2008-06-11T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:42:46.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California pics - Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please ignore the randomness-I have had it with my computer=) ~smile with lot's of sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA4jworOxI/AAAAAAAAAME/41TTdBLjUtE/s1600-h/IMG_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210726955869747986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA4jworOxI/AAAAAAAAAME/41TTdBLjUtE/s320/IMG_0949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Riding on the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;train around the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;park was a&lt;br /&gt;blast for us all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA4VFVyhSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/lPLoggELm70/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210726703729640738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA4VFVyhSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/lPLoggELm70/s320/IMG_0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took some effort &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to climb on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210726114081629554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA3ywuv5XI/AAAAAAAAALs/Zc4NKkR3zzQ/s320/IMG_0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA9WBcfBeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ypL9Q0xuQVg/s1600-h/IMG_0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210732217421989346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA9WBcfBeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ypL9Q0xuQVg/s320/IMG_0937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper and Daddy on the Matterhorn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get em' Daddy! Ok, my turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA2_GS95MI/AAAAAAAAALk/99eIekRb8uQ/s1600-h/IMG_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210725226517488834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA2_GS95MI/AAAAAAAAALk/99eIekRb8uQ/s320/IMG_0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA20DsUonI/AAAAAAAAALc/xzw2LWN4GfE/s1600-h/IMG_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210725036839969394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA20DsUonI/AAAAAAAAALc/xzw2LWN4GfE/s320/IMG_0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kira is happy as long as she can get dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Happy Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA2aFbd6eI/AAAAAAAAALM/8iSqs9ZdSJ8/s1600-h/IMG_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210724590629546466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA2aFbd6eI/AAAAAAAAALM/8iSqs9ZdSJ8/s320/IMG_0886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is so excited to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally be playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA_15STGjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VMAnrH1Es9A/s1600-h/IMG_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210734964010850866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA_15STGjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VMAnrH1Es9A/s320/IMG_0889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally decides he loves the ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA1ZMoz2DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GAFBnEj3jFw/s1600-h/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210723475873060914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA1ZMoz2DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GAFBnEj3jFw/s320/IMG_0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooper is my Pro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frisbee player!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA1-m1SM5I/AAAAAAAAALE/TvAS65H0QY8/s1600-h/IMG_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210724118559863698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA1-m1SM5I/AAAAAAAAALE/TvAS65H0QY8/s320/IMG_0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reggie is trying to convince Cooper that it's&lt;br /&gt;fun to ride the boogie board. I don't think it worked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-6763912143723128935?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6763912143723128935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=6763912143723128935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6763912143723128935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6763912143723128935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/06/riding-on-train-around-park-was-blast.html' title='California pics - Finally!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SFA4jworOxI/AAAAAAAAAME/41TTdBLjUtE/s72-c/IMG_0949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-3953595130831160141</id><published>2008-06-09T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:20:25.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CALIFORNIA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I am finally updating my blog in like a month. We went to California for a whole week starting Memorial Day weekend. We had such a blast just hanging out with the family. It was the first time the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cluff&lt;/span&gt; family was able to be there for the whole week. Friday late morning we left and boy was that funny to drive through the snow on my way to the beach. We didn't arrive in Oceanside until around 10pm. It was altogether about a 12 hour trip to get there, but the kids were great between sleeping and being occupied by their great babysitter - The DVD Player. We made sure to stop several times for the kids and pregnant mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The week flew by so fast and I was pretty exhausted the whole time but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hangin&lt;/span&gt; out with every one at our beach house was a blast. Going down to play in the sand and ocean, or taking a dip in the spa, going out to eat all the time...we really tried to live it up. We have gone to Oceanside every year for several years and are really getting to know it. We know where to see a movie or out to eat, and this year we even found a mall. I love Steve and Barry's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Normally I am like a fish in the water, but having a couple kids and feeling VERY pregnant and tired I only made it in the water once and my attempt at boogie boarding with my huge belly was pretty funny and didn't last long. My kids were both scared of the ocean and spent their time close to the rocks, playing in the sand. We went to a different beach one day to look for sand dollars and star fish and Cooper finally got in water - the time he is actually dressed in street clothes and not swim attire, but I was so excited he finally got in and he loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday was our Disneyland day which was so short- only one day with little ones makes for a very different trip-it was such a blast to see them at Disneyland. Kira didn't like fantasy land too much because all the rides are dark so she was pretty scared, especially on Snow White. Cooper loved it all. Kira's favorite rides were the Carrousel and the little train. I was excited to go on Splash Mountain. They recommended I didn't but said I could-so I did. Reggie took Cooper on the Matterhorn since I was too big and Kira was too small. Cooper ended up loving that ride along with Peter Pan. Between the two kids I think their absolute favorite ride was Autopia, where they get to drive the little cars. With all the family there we did some rides together and split off some. It was probably the shortest Disneyland trip ever but by the end of the day we were all very tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister-in-law Katie announced that she is pregnant with # 4 and is due in December -Congrats Katie May. My mom, Karen, Katie, Marie and I left the kids with the Dads and went to see Indianna Jones. It was very nice of them and we girls had a fun night out. We girls also went out for ice cream one night, the guys really were good to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of coming straight home from our trip we drove to Mesa where Reggie drove home and me and the kids drove to Pima for a funeral. My Grandma remarried about seven years ago to Melvin Johnson a really great guy, and he passed away while we were in California. I was really glad I was able to go and support my Grandma, but very happy to come home so we left Sat. at 7pm and I had to pull over and nap a couple times, we finally made it home at around 11pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a great trip and it wouldn't have been possible with out my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANKS MOM AND DAD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll try to post some pics asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-3953595130831160141?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3953595130831160141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=3953595130831160141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3953595130831160141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3953595130831160141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/06/california.html' title='CALIFORNIA!!!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-7670863272478959114</id><published>2008-05-07T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:03:32.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY 3rd 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;For Time and All Eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCIYonTxc3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZGoXOEdLuUg/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197744005964723058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCIYonTxc3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZGoXOEdLuUg/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-7670863272478959114?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7670863272478959114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=7670863272478959114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7670863272478959114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7670863272478959114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-3rd-2002.html' title='MAY 3rd 2002'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCIYonTxc3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZGoXOEdLuUg/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-7230343829476111293</id><published>2008-05-07T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:39:07.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNIVERSARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCIMdnTxc2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2UlVhl8PeGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197730622846628706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCIMdnTxc2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2UlVhl8PeGQ/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our anniversary we decided to stay in a hotel in the valley and let my sister-in-law pay us back for watching their kids;)  My parents use priceline all the time and I decided to use it-we ended up getting a 4 star hotel(it was actually a resort and spa) in Scottsdale for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$85.00.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resorts cheapest price is $419.00 per night.  We totally lucked out.  I am sure we got the price because they were renovating, but when we got there we never saw any type of construction going on.  Let me tell you we were totally out of place being young pregnant and Reggie with his wranglers and cowboy hat.  I am sure we stuck out like a sore thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCIMJXTxc1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/8vYHpWx30PM/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197730274954277714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCIMJXTxc1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/8vYHpWx30PM/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of our one of two beds...When we first went to our room and saw two double beds-I was like-"ok they got it wrong-I called and said we wanted a King bed, lets go downstairs and get the right room" - wrong!  When I told the lady we had two doubles instead of a king-she said I'm sorry we are out of King beds for tonight-it's simply a first come first serve.  I was ssooo bummed.  She asks me if we were there for any special occasion and it hit me hard-I got red and I could feel my face swell and the tears poured.  With little breath and turning away from embarrassment I said "Our Anniversary"  she mumbled something I couldn't hear and we walked back to our room.  I couldn't believe I cried-oh wait I am pregnant and always emotional what else would I have done.  I didn't stop crying for 10 minutes and I was flaming.  About an hour later room service showed up with a bottle of Sparkling apple cider and a tray of fruit.  I guess that was their apology-and it totally worked, I was still bummed but I was very excited about the cider and fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Reggie hates posing for pics but he was a very good sport.  And yes that is our enormous bag for only one night.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCILyHTxc0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A05p1QizHdo/s1600-h/IMG_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197729875522319170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCILyHTxc0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A05p1QizHdo/s320/IMG_0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so this is where they got my salad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCILTXTxczI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oOlOZJ_2hmA/s1600-h/IMG_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197729347241341746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCILTXTxczI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oOlOZJ_2hmA/s200/IMG_0808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCIK83TxcyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kH0Wzb2GBM0/s1600-h/IMG_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197728960694285090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCIK83TxcyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kH0Wzb2GBM0/s200/IMG_0811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over to the right is a picture of the salad menu at Alto-the Italian restaurant.  Reggie spent $32.00 on a piece of Salmon the size of my hand and I spent $8 on a salad made up of flowers-I kid you not-it was as if they went to a wildflower meadow and picked my salad, and guess what it tasted like-yep flowers.  Very interesting, good thing their desserts were filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad we got to spend a nice night away from the kids, we had a nice relaxing time.  I love you Babe.  Happy Anniversary.  Six years of marriage and your still hangin out with me.  Thanks to my sister-in-law Katie who watched the kids, Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCIKgHTxcxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PYJDswORR8g/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197728466773046034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCIKgHTxcxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PYJDswORR8g/s400/IMG_0804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our place was so nice, but next time I think we will go somewhere where we don't spend more on food than our hotel, although the breakfast in our room was so nice and way delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-7230343829476111293?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7230343829476111293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=7230343829476111293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7230343829476111293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7230343829476111293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/05/anniversary.html' title='ANNIVERSARY'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SCIMdnTxc2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2UlVhl8PeGQ/s72-c/IMG_0815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-1840744688204054932</id><published>2008-04-28T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:08:43.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMPING TRIP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went camping last weekend and had a blast, sadly it was the first time that we had taken our little family camping in almost two years - With the exception of my parents cabin on Mt. Graham last summer.  But it was a great experience.  It is amazing how you feel when you get away from it all (all meaning laundry, phones, deadlines, work, tv, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well we didn't mess around - being pregnant, I did not want to starve.  So we had taco salad for dinner and for breakfast we had pancakes with bacon and eggs, we had delicous sweet snacks and desserts and sodas and we definately did not go hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went exploring on our quad Saturday most of our time.  We found water twice and both times the kids found where they could spend the whole day, throwing sticks and rocks into the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYfbY3yIjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Bw7yz4CiETQ/s1600-h/IMG_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194373775611798066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYfbY3yIjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Bw7yz4CiETQ/s400/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kira sincerely thought after watching Cooper pee outside the whole time that she could too.  At home she always takes her pants off and her diaper and says "peepee" and out in the woods with no toilet she Did NOT want Mommy to hold her and help her pee so she kept taking her diaper off no matter what Mommy would say and she would arch her back like Cooper does and try to let it flow.  I am very glad she did not succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYfLI3yIiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OzddXNNVa-A/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194373496438923810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYfLI3yIiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OzddXNNVa-A/s400/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kira walked right into the water and never even had a clue.&lt;br /&gt;This pond was right in the middle of a huge meadow, it was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYeZY3yIhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tPtM1U5oJMw/s1600-h/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194372641740431890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYeZY3yIhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tPtM1U5oJMw/s400/IMG_0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the beanies with hats they were wearing around:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were just giggling and soaking it all in the outdoors-especially the sun-oops, I am a bad Mommy, I forgot to put sunscreen on their faces so they both and I got a little souvineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYdW43yIgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wSF0s50Hsik/s1600-h/IMG_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194371499279131138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYdW43yIgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wSF0s50Hsik/s400/IMG_0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime Kira would say "up" when she felt she was behind or tired of walking she would come to me and I would send her to ask Daddy, and since neither Mommy or Daddy can resist her when she wants something she is pretty spoiled.  She always knows that all she has to do is be sweet and cute and she rules the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYc4I3yIfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/grhbApXF3JY/s1600-h/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194370970998153714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYc4I3yIfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/grhbApXF3JY/s400/IMG_0770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie very much enjoyed showing Cooper the animal signs in the forest.  The Bear signs and the Elk Poop(yipee) and especially the Elk rubs where the Elk rubs their antlers in the tree.  Cooper is his Daddys son and loved to be taught about anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYcpI3yIeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4QMkMpqzUCc/s1600-h/IMG_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194370713300115938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYcpI3yIeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4QMkMpqzUCc/s400/IMG_0769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper really loves his Daddy and loves to help so does Kira, even if she is normally causing more trouble between falling over and getting hurt to taking off with your stuff, but they both really are the best little helpers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYbxo3yIdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/e3uaOXfPaCc/s1600-h/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194369759817376210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYbxo3yIdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/e3uaOXfPaCc/s400/IMG_0757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We really had so much fun, camping always makes me feel like a pioneer.  Even if we used krusteaz pancake mix =)  not to mention every other luxery we had comparitively. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the sun started going down Cooper told us we needed to go to be and take a nap.  He loved the tent, by the time dinner was made and cleaned up and smores were eaten(You can't go camping w/ out smores, and roasting marshmellows-even if you hate eating marshmellows, which I do, I still like to roast them and with a little graham cracker and chocolate-mmmmmmm)  Anyway we finally made it to the tent around 8:30 or 9.  For some reason when we got in the tent Kira started screaming and would not stop.  At first I thought she was just throwing a fit and I was a little frustrated but I kept trying to calm her down.  But when minutes went by and she never stopped I asked Reggie to give her a blessing, it was amazing.  As soon as he put his hands over her head she stopped her histarical crying and didn't budge or make a peep the entire blessing or the rest of the night.  She fell asleep about 2 minutes later.  I am so greatful that Reggie holds the Priesthood and is able to bless our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-1840744688204054932?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1840744688204054932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=1840744688204054932' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1840744688204054932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1840744688204054932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/04/camping-trip.html' title='CAMPING TRIP!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/SBYfbY3yIjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Bw7yz4CiETQ/s72-c/IMG_0794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-4355547460362881754</id><published>2008-04-22T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:24:45.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, we are alive.  Sometimes I do wonder how.  A couple of weeks ago we(me and the kids) went to Tucson for my niece Eden's 8th birthday.  I was pretty exhausted from the day before when our washing machine flooded our bathroom closet and part of our bedroom.  We had to clear out our closet and move our desk which is not small, and some other furniture.  It was crazy and since it was about 6 or 7pm before we realized it and with no plans for dinner yet I thought Reg and I weren't going to eat for a long time.  Reggie called his parent and they and Reggies brothers came over and helped us out.  Margie went home and got their dinner and brought it back to share with us.  What a blessing it was to have family close by to help and feed us.  She brought Enchiladas - mmmmmmmm were they good.  I am very lucky to have great in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well our house is still in shambles but getting there.  I should be working on it right now, but I thought I'd take a short break.  It wouldn't be such an ordeal but I suppose I have some of my great-grandmothers blood, because I don't want anything back where it was.  I love to move furniture-poor Reggie, especially while I'm pregnant and he gets stuck with most the moving.  But I figure if we have to move it anyway - well what the heck why not re-arange.  He still doesn't know that I am planning on moving the bed;)  If you don't move furniture I totally suggest it because it is very refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I tried posting some pics but it's not working.  Catch ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-4355547460362881754?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4355547460362881754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=4355547460362881754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/4355547460362881754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/4355547460362881754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-we-are-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-2763453491619934732</id><published>2008-04-08T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:19:06.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine giving birth to eight!</title><content type='html'>Our dog was in heat a couple months ago but we weren't sure if she was pregnant until a few weeks ago, and so for the past week or two we've been checking on her and watching her pretty close...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning when Reggie left for work he told me she was acting funny, so in the morning when &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; woke up(much later than Reggies 4:30 am) I went looking for her with no luck.  I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; she was having her puppies, because she never leaves home.  When I looked in her dish it still had food - yet another sign of having her puppies.  The kids and I ate breakfast and drove around a little with no luck and since I didn't feel up to walking the creek with two little ones and a big belly, Reggie came home from work and helped.  We never found her.  But around 2pm she just showed up all bloody, skinny, and very thirsty-she had her puppies.  Now where were they? And were they alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We found the puppies in the bottom of our neighbors chimney(all covered in ashes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The birth was a success.  And she is a great mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R_uRkHEkjvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ooKdceyYJYc/s1600-h/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186899445406797554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R_uRkHEkjvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ooKdceyYJYc/s400/IMG_0739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here is a picture of the absolutely exhausted Missy after giving birth to eight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R_uRQnEkjuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iQSGlF9NzxI/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186899110399348450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R_uRQnEkjuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iQSGlF9NzxI/s400/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper told us they wanted their mommy.  He calls the puppies little Missy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R_uRAXEkjtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oAU7Skc_Xz4/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186898831226474194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R_uRAXEkjtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oAU7Skc_Xz4/s400/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 4 males and 4 females.  All are black except one chocolate female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R_uQoHEkjsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/R5LB3qWhhdg/s1600-h/IMG_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186898414614646466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R_uQoHEkjsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/R5LB3qWhhdg/s400/IMG_0740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-2763453491619934732?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2763453491619934732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=2763453491619934732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2763453491619934732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/2763453491619934732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/04/imagine-giving-birth-to-eight.html' title='Imagine giving birth to eight!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R_uRkHEkjvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ooKdceyYJYc/s72-c/IMG_0739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-1044400401482170563</id><published>2008-04-01T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:01:27.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools Day!!!</title><content type='html'>April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!April Fools!!!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am very sorry everyone but I didn't really perm my hair.  Have a great April Fools Day.  I love you all and I hope you still love me too after tricking you for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-1044400401482170563?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1044400401482170563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=1044400401482170563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1044400401482170563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1044400401482170563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fools Day!!!'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-8486343734632493301</id><published>2008-03-26T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:23:27.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;These Pictures were taken last week while we were helping Reggie with the shed.  I am not sure if it was when it went up the 1st time or if it was the second time(after the wind blew it over).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-sc9nEkjnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yKBpoPoKYu0/s1600-h/IMG_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182267641005641330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-sc9nEkjnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yKBpoPoKYu0/s400/IMG_0588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-scj3EkjmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6tvRklMXaAc/s1600-h/IMG_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182267198624009826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-scj3EkjmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6tvRklMXaAc/s400/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-scR3EkjlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PlNsB3Ha3cw/s1600-h/IMG_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182266889386364498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-scR3EkjlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PlNsB3Ha3cw/s400/IMG_0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-scDXEkjkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/h_LF1F7IaBo/s1600-h/IMG_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182266640278261314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-scDXEkjkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/h_LF1F7IaBo/s400/IMG_0590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-sb1HEkjjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/O24vW9w5qzI/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182266395465125426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-sb1HEkjjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/O24vW9w5qzI/s400/IMG_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-sbknEkjiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JGVHNN3h5OM/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182266111997283874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-sbknEkjiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JGVHNN3h5OM/s400/IMG_0584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-8486343734632493301?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8486343734632493301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=8486343734632493301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8486343734632493301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8486343734632493301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-pictures-were-taken-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-sc9nEkjnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yKBpoPoKYu0/s72-c/IMG_0588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-8950978782488267082</id><published>2008-03-19T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:55:00.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOSH!!!  WHAT DID I DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just when you thought I was super crazy for cutting my hair I went and got even crazier, I went to Perm my hair. Yes you read it right I 'Permed' my hair. Late last night when sleeping was obviously and definately a better idea I decided to take on a project much more exhausting and exciting, ah to see what the future had in store for me from last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok we're all done let's see what it looks like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-E1gQQXUlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NsQ_bpmVsDE/s1600-h/IMG_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179479874688471634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-E1gQQXUlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NsQ_bpmVsDE/s400/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, crap. Oh I didn't .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-E1YAQXUkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hFcLyX-Zw1I/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179479732954550850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-E1YAQXUkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hFcLyX-Zw1I/s400/IMG_0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I did. HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-E1PQQXUjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Jld-NmIcIQY/s1600-h/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179479582630695474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-E1PQQXUjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Jld-NmIcIQY/s400/IMG_0597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-8950978782488267082?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8950978782488267082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=8950978782488267082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8950978782488267082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8950978782488267082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-my-gosh-what-did-i-do.html' title='OH MY GOSH!!!  WHAT DID I DO'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R-E1gQQXUlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NsQ_bpmVsDE/s72-c/IMG_0603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-1768820940730603205</id><published>2008-03-12T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:17:12.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S A BOY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUR LITTLE BOY # 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IS COMING IN JULY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we found out last Monday that we were having a boy, Cooper wasn't very happy.  He got very mad at anyone who tried to tell him he was going to have a little brother.  If you asked him he would say it was a dwirel(girl).  If you told him it was a boy he would yell "NO!"  But I just asked him if Mommy was having a boy and he grinned and nodded his head.  Cooper loves to kiss the baby in Mommy's tummy, and Kira will say bebe(baby) to the belly.  They are both adorable about the baby in my belly.  Ah, what a joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-1768820940730603205?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1768820940730603205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=1768820940730603205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1768820940730603205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1768820940730603205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-boy-our-little-boy-2-is-coming-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-381790496621596044</id><published>2008-03-11T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:50:57.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R9bwTQQXUgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N1cOt0w9QUE/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176589035280749058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R9bwTQQXUgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N1cOt0w9QUE/s400/IMG_0559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WOW!  DIRT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R9bvOwQXUfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/N_qquH81CUs/s1600-h/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176587858459709938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R9bvOwQXUfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/N_qquH81CUs/s400/IMG_0509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice Hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kira just woke up from her nap.&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with the girl when she wakes up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R9bueQQXUeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ln0ICXzySE4/s1600-h/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176587025236054498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R9bueQQXUeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ln0ICXzySE4/s400/IMG_0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WOW! I'm as strong as you Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;(He really did let go of him until Cooper got tired and asked to get down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R9btqwQXUdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P8iQ8COmZ_E/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176586140472791506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R9btqwQXUdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P8iQ8COmZ_E/s400/IMG_0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But Daddy, I don't want to be an alien!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R9bsCgQXUcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Axaa8glu40s/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176584349471429058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R9bsCgQXUcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Axaa8glu40s/s400/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello 80's chic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R9brhgQXUbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tJNBq1jsMIU/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176583782535745970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R9brhgQXUbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tJNBq1jsMIU/s400/IMG_0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What A Big Helper (They both thought the act was pretty funny)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-381790496621596044?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/381790496621596044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=381790496621596044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/381790496621596044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/381790496621596044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow-dirt-nice-hair-kira-just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R9bwTQQXUgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N1cOt0w9QUE/s72-c/IMG_0559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-1062951222462062154</id><published>2008-02-21T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:16:01.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>So I went to get Kira out of bed on Mon or Tues and stubbed my toe.  I really thought I broke it, but yester day it felt a lot better.  My second toe is bruised from the top of my toe for about four inches down onto my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira sits on the toilet about once or twice everyday for several minutes but has yet to go potty.  She has been doing this for a couple of weeks.  She thinks it's pretty cool.  The same day a stubbed my toe, Kira decided that she had to go poop - only she didn't decide this until right after she was off the toilet.  I am sure you can imagine.  I was only gone about one or two minutes finding a diaper for the little toad.  When I came back she was squating on my bedroom floor.  I gave a quick scream of "NNOOO" and hauled her into the bathtub and in the bathroom on the floor was another 'pile'.  The bummer part is that it was hard in the bathroom on the tile and soft on the carpet, which was tons of fun to clean up.  Like I hadn't learned my lesson enough, as soon as she got off the toilet yesterday she went and pee'd on my closet floor, and I was pretty much right behind her all along.  All the while Cooper pee's his pants about 2-3 times a day and yesterday he only made it to the toilet once.  But I will NOT give up.  It's too much work to start again.  hopefully if all goes well my kids will be potty-trained(daytime) before the baby.  Cooper will but we'll see about Kira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-1062951222462062154?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1062951222462062154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=1062951222462062154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1062951222462062154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1062951222462062154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-5173922605160805616</id><published>2008-02-15T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:24:30.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=102616526&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="500" height="375" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=102616526"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=102616526&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=102616526"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&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/6859735190406066433-5173922605160805616?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5173922605160805616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=5173922605160805616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5173922605160805616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5173922605160805616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-703716735906929201</id><published>2008-02-15T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:24:57.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WED/THURS - FEB 13TH AND 14TH - 6 YRS AGO</title><content type='html'>So I bet you thought that was it for Reggie's journal, but he actually has two more and that's it.  Sorry I was slacking - been a crazy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed, Feb 13th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a wreck all day at work.  I decided that I was going to ask Jenny to Marry me.  So I got a dozen roses and had Brian Reed make me a metal rose and bend a horseshoe nail into a ring.  I gave her the dozen roses right when I got to her place for an early Valentines at 9:00pm.  Later that night at 12:15am (I waited for Valentine's Day early morning) I gave her the metal rose symbolizing that it would last forever.  Then I asked her to marry me and she said "of course".  I then gave her the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny huh - This is what he actually said, "Do you remember the roses I gave you earlier, well they are going to wilt and die, but like this rose my love for you will last forever.  Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs, Feb 14th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I proposed this morning!  Two weeks from when I first really talked to her.  The Lord sure moves fast.  When something is right, its right, and we're not supposed to wait around on the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for the journal episodes.  And Reggie has yet to write in his journal since that day.  Happy Late Valentines Day Everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-703716735906929201?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/703716735906929201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=703716735906929201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/703716735906929201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/703716735906929201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/wedthurs-feb-13th-and-14th-6-yrs-ago.html' title='WED/THURS - FEB 13TH AND 14TH - 6 YRS AGO'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-3966109564098394933</id><published>2008-02-12T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:23:11.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUN/MON/TUES - FEB 12TH - 6 YRS AGO</title><content type='html'>Well Reggie didn't write in his journal Sunday or Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine Sunday we went to a fireside together and maybe church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Tues the 12th for Reggie's journal entry - this is my favorite one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode with Jenny to Globe to meet her mom and cousin Paul to go up to Snowflake to see the Temple.  When we finally got up there, we saw my family eating at the Mexican restraunt, so we all stopped in and ate with them.  Then me, Jenny and her mom and Paul went to Grandma Brinkerhoff's place to change for the Temple open house.  The open house was awesome.  I got a confirmation in the sealing room that Jenny was the ONE.  That scared me to death.  Well, Jenny's mom dropped us off in Globe and Jenny got a wild hair to go home.  So we dorve to Pima.  Of course she had to introduce everyone to me.  That was a litle nerve racking.  I was fixing a plumbing leak in Jenny's house when her Dad came home.  So that scored points right off.  Her family was really cool.  On our way home, we pulled over and talked about what we felt in the Temple.  That was hard.  I'm not good at those heavy duty talks.  We both sort of knew we were going to get married.  I got home at 4:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really was an amazing experience at the Temple open house.  On our way home we had pulled over on the side of the road because I got tired and wanted Reggie to drive.  A cop kept driving by us making sure everything was ok.  It was pretty funny.  I told Reggie that I was afraid of THAT question.  He wanted me to tell him which question but I wouldn't say- so we both knew but neither of us was going to say.  He kept saying things like "You're afraid I'm going to ask you to    rub my feet" and things like that.  He was driving me crazy.  He finally did say "You're afraid I'm going to ask you to marry me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that sometime that night Reggie and I said 'I Love You'.  And just now when I asked Reggie about it he says he remembers saying 'I Love You' and he just told me that I said I couldn't say(even if I felt it - I always hated when high school kids would date all these people and always say I Love You).  But I did eventually say 'I Love You' to Reggie that night.  I remember when I got back to my apartment and one of my roommates was like "What is wrong with you - are you in love or getting married or something"  I didn't want to actually say anything yet but I couldn't hold it in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-3966109564098394933?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3966109564098394933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=3966109564098394933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3966109564098394933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3966109564098394933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunmontues-feb-12th-6-yrs-ago.html' title='SUN/MON/TUES - FEB 12TH - 6 YRS AGO'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-6670082980954120780</id><published>2008-02-12T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:51:04.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAT - FEB 9TH - 6 YRS AGO</title><content type='html'>Here it is for Reg's journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dad went shooting today but the wind was blowing too hard.  So we only shot a little bit.  When we got home, I had Jen come over and we went and rode the horses.  Then we hung out at our place until Madison, Justin and Ginger showed up.  We went and got ice cream at Neilsons and then Justin went home.  We dropped Madison off at the dance and we went to Shirines to hang out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-6670082980954120780?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6670082980954120780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=6670082980954120780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6670082980954120780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6670082980954120780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/sat-feb-9th-6-yrs-ago.html' title='SAT - FEB 9TH - 6 YRS AGO'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-753351959439508091</id><published>2008-02-12T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:48:10.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRI - FEB 8 - 6 YRS AGO</title><content type='html'>Reggies journal entry for Fri night 6 yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Justin, Ginger, Jake, Kristin, me and Jen went to the Outback steak house.  We all played a joke on Jake and Kristin by telling them me and Jen were engaged.  We led it on for about an hour and they so believed us.  It was so funny.  After dinner we went to Justins and watched a movie.  Then me and Jen drove out to the wash and talked for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-753351959439508091?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/753351959439508091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=753351959439508091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/753351959439508091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/753351959439508091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/fri-feb-8-6-yrs-ago.html' title='FRI - FEB 8 - 6 YRS AGO'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-4132030622567803745</id><published>2008-02-12T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:43:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THURS - FEB 7 - 6 YRS AGO</title><content type='html'>Reggie's journal entry for that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hung out with her but didn't do much else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-4132030622567803745?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-8463154237299335243</id><published>2008-02-06T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:17:28.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOGS, SNOW, AND POTTY PLANES</title><content type='html'>Well about the present day. Our dog Missy went missing on Sunday. Reggie and Cooper took the quad Sun Evening and looked everywhere for her. They never found her. Cooper said a little prayer asking Heavenly Father to "Please bless Missy home." Well yesterday I heard Buddy barking and I yelled out the window at him because I didn't want him waking up my kids from their naps. After a few minutes he started up again. Instead of yelling at him I decided to just let him bark I thought maybe he could bring Missy home. Another few minutes later I looked outside and Missy was almost home, I couldn't believe it. My mom asked me if she was in heat and I wasn't sure-we hadn't even thought about that, but she was right. I am so glad to have her home, she is such a good dog and the kids like her alot more than Buddy (poor Buddy-he's just more of Reggie's dog though). When Cooper came downstairs from his nap Reggie showed him Missy and said look Heavenly Father answered your prayer, He brought Missy home. Cooper thought that was cool. He told me "Jesus brought mine Missy home." I had no clue Cooper had any idea there was such thing as a best friend but this is what he said to me, "Mine Missy mine Best Friend." Now if that doesn't just melt you. It really was so cute. He was acting all shy when he said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper decided he wanted a plane(we have a basket of plastic planes, and he gets one if he goes poo-poo or potty). Well yesterday he said "Mommy I want to go poo-poo in the toilet and get a plane." I was very excited, but between Kira sitting on the toilet once or twice everday for the past few days and Cooper wanting an airplane, we spent the majority of our day in the bathroom yesterday. Cooper did earn himself 2 planes yesterday but none today-yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to play in our like 6-8 inches of snow on Monday, Cooper wanted to build a Daddy snowman and a Cooper snowman. Kira didn't want me to put her down for a second. She just wanted me to hold her. The second time she went to play in the snow there more trails so she wasn't as scared to walk around a bit. All Cooper wants to do is play snowballs, mostly to throw them at Daddy. I love the snow, it has been a blast to play in and just look at. I am very glad that I am feeling better or I wouldn't even want to go outside. We went to vote last night, good thing Margie(Reggie's mom) reminded us. We made it oh so barely, we were the last one's in line and they closed the door right behind us. I had no idea whatsoever about voting being yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-8463154237299335243?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8463154237299335243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=8463154237299335243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8463154237299335243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8463154237299335243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-about-present-day.html' title='DOGS, SNOW, AND POTTY PLANES'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-752655814030093518</id><published>2008-02-06T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:47:15.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WED - FEB 6TH - 6 YRS AGO</title><content type='html'>If you just started reading my blog for the first time you may want to start from the bottom and read up - it will be less confusing that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to Reg's journal entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out at her place for most of the night.  Until we went and visited Shirine at her place and played some pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know he's ssooo descriptive.  I wish I remember a little better those days, but at least I know what we did only thanks to Reggie keeping a journal.  Shirine lived with her sister  and they had a really nice house.  I remember she cut his hair one of the times we were there, and while she was cutting his hair we were watching some show on T.V.  They were showing some lady with a talent for licking people's eyeballs clean.  It was and is so disgusting.  People would come from far just to have her lick their eye clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-752655814030093518?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/752655814030093518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=752655814030093518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/752655814030093518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/752655814030093518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/wed-feb-6th-6-yrs-ago.html' title='WED - FEB 6TH - 6 YRS AGO'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-7688904944202209541</id><published>2008-02-06T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:40:05.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUESDAY - FEB 5TH - 6 YRS AGO</title><content type='html'>Here's Reggie's journal entry for Tues. in 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight me and Jen went and hung out at Jeff and Jenny's place.  Shirine came and got Jen and Jeff and I lifted weights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Reggie being really sad when Shirine came and I left him at Jeff's(gosh we were practically attatched at the hip.  If I recall correctlly Reg and Jeff were trying to bench press a certain weight-I just don't remember the number. I remember when I came in the picture he didn't have as much time for lifting anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-7688904944202209541?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7688904944202209541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=7688904944202209541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7688904944202209541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7688904944202209541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/tuesday-feb-5th-6-yrs-ago.html' title='TUESDAY - FEB 5TH - 6 YRS AGO'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-3052750034089717154</id><published>2008-02-04T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:01:49.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MON - FEB - 4TH - 6 YRS AGO</title><content type='html'>Well it is totally snowing outside.  We have about a few inches on everything.  So here is my open invitation for anyone to come up and visit us.  Well back to Reggies journal Entry for Mon Feb 4 2002.  Uh-oh I forgot to call Brian yesterday and wish him a big fat HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pick up Jen and bring her to my ward FHE, but she was late, so we sat on the couch and had our own FHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know what a shock that Jen was late to something.  It's a good thing I'm always on time now - j/k - maybe someday soon I will be on-time.  I remember having that Family Home Evening with Reggie and thinking how awesome it was to have somebody so good around and share the spirit in our FHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-3052750034089717154?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3052750034089717154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=3052750034089717154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3052750034089717154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3052750034089717154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/mon-feb-4th-6-yrs-ago.html' title='MON - FEB - 4TH - 6 YRS AGO'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-7249601612846192182</id><published>2008-02-04T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T07:53:25.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY - FEB 3RD - 6 YRS AGO</title><content type='html'>Reggie's journal entry for Feb 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I went to a fireside tonight and then I took her home to meet my family.  They behaved themselves, so it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember wanting so badly to meet his family and I was so excited when I did because I thought they were so awesome.  I am lucky to have great in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know Reggie only kept a journal for two weeks, so I won't be dragging this on forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-7249601612846192182?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7249601612846192182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=7249601612846192182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7249601612846192182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/7249601612846192182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-feb-3rd-6-yrs-ago.html' title='SUNDAY - FEB 3RD - 6 YRS AGO'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-5397651794170748571</id><published>2008-02-02T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:14:09.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reggie Lon Reed - The Love of My Life</title><content type='html'>Here is a poem I wrote very close before we got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGGIE LON REED - THE LOVE OF MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;That time has come for you and I&lt;br /&gt;To end the sadness no tears no cry&lt;br /&gt;Remember back to that first night&lt;br /&gt;When we knew nothing not even to fight&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and danced without a clue&lt;br /&gt;That the Lord had a plan for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Through the sad times and bad times we've grown together&lt;br /&gt;And now we must learn to love forever&lt;br /&gt;We musn't let the world come bewteen us&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand we should enjoy life without a fuss&lt;br /&gt;The road is much to long to make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I promise to Love and Trust you and never leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the sorrow that I've given&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive and love me, and live with me in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-5397651794170748571?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5397651794170748571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=5397651794170748571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5397651794170748571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/5397651794170748571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/reggie-lon-reed-love-of-my-life.html' title='Reggie Lon Reed - The Love of My Life'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-6798836961704470853</id><published>2008-02-02T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:32:10.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAT - FEB 2ND - 6 YRS AGO</title><content type='html'>Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal entry for Sat, Feb 2nd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get up until 11:30. That was crazy. I went to a saddle shop in Casa Grande with Dad and then I went over to Jeff's to finish my glass bed job on my gun. It turned out good and then what do ya know, I went out with Jen again. She came and got me. We went with her friends for their birthday. We went to a comedy place called Jestures. It was clean fun. The we went to Cold Stone on Mill Ave. and back to her place to watch a movie. For some reason I want to be with her and she wants to be with me. Something weird is going on. This time I got home at 3:30am. That's going to have to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How adorable.&lt;br /&gt;It was Heather and Athena's birthday and Sara came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is so funny how life works. Life takes us all in different paths to learn and grow in our own way and to have the different stories and feelings and laughs and cries. I have had many laughs and cries since I have been married and I am glad I get to share them with Reggie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-6798836961704470853?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6798836961704470853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=6798836961704470853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6798836961704470853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6798836961704470853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/sat-feb-2nd-6-yrs-ago.html' title='SAT - FEB 2ND - 6 YRS AGO'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-6920610032254616895</id><published>2008-02-02T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:55:52.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY - FEB 1ST - 6 YRS AGO</title><content type='html'>I am sure you are all getting a kick out of how descriptive Reggie was in his journal entry's.  But at least he wrote something.  I on the other hand was in whole different world.  Probably dreaming my life away.&lt;br /&gt;Ok Reggie's journal entry for Frid, Feb 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she dropped her plans and went with me tonight.  We ate dinner with Dallan and his wife.  Then we went to Justin and Gingers place to hang out.  Then we drove to my place and I introduced her to the horses and dogs.  Then we went and talked for a while and I got home at 4:30a.m.!  This track record is getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-6920610032254616895?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6920610032254616895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=6920610032254616895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6920610032254616895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/6920610032254616895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/friday-feb-1st-6-yrs-ago.html' title='FRIDAY - FEB 1ST - 6 YRS AGO'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-4276589868616769814</id><published>2008-02-02T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:48:35.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THURS - JAN 31ST - 6 YEARS AGO</title><content type='html'>Oops.  wrong day on my last post - it was Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Reggie's journal entry for Jan 31st:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer called me and invited me over again.  This time we went to the jaccuzzi tub........Jennifer is from Pima, AZ and she's 18 years old.  She makes me feel old.  This time I didn't get home until 3:30am!  Crazy kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did fail to mention in that journal entry of his that we had our first kiss that night.&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night, my friend Shirine and another friend were there with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I did some spell checking for the sake of the reader.&lt;br /&gt;Love you Babe =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-4276589868616769814?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4276589868616769814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=4276589868616769814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/4276589868616769814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/4276589868616769814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/thurs-jan-31st-6-years-ago.html' title='THURS - JAN 31ST - 6 YEARS AGO'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-3113597766407363985</id><published>2008-02-02T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:41:25.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THURS - JAN 30TH - 6 YEARS AGO</title><content type='html'>Reggie and I met 6 years ago this January.  January 30th was the first time he called (about 2 weeks after we met).  This is his journal entry for that day:&lt;br /&gt;  I called Jennifer Cluff for the first time to see if she wanted to go out on Friday night.  She turned me down but she told me to come over right then to hang out.  So I did and I didn't get home till 2:30am.  We had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-3113597766407363985?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3113597766407363985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=3113597766407363985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3113597766407363985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3113597766407363985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/02/thurs-jan-30th-6-years-ago.html' title='THURS - JAN 30TH - 6 YEARS AGO'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-8017991511192721426</id><published>2008-01-31T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:54:32.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of the Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R6KXrgIeyJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9eAXDgRd9-0/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161854896535685266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R6KXrgIeyJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9eAXDgRd9-0/s400/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheese!  Or look scared and crazy, which ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R6KXQAIeyII/AAAAAAAAAEU/c6bmK8aC2rs/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161854424089282690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R6KXQAIeyII/AAAAAAAAAEU/c6bmK8aC2rs/s400/IMG_0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't I cute. This is a picture before the haircut. Cooper is posing for the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R6KWxgIeyHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/998FkZ5wd6s/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161853900103272562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R6KWxgIeyHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/998FkZ5wd6s/s400/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can you sleep with hair all over you. Well he got a well deserved haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R6KWRgIeyGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ikRZ_8dPasg/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161853350347458658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R6KWRgIeyGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ikRZ_8dPasg/s400/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe he's dreaming that he's eating his sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R6KVzgIeyFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PGZavzMWTHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161852834951383122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R6KVzgIeyFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PGZavzMWTHQ/s400/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kira wanted to a big girl. Who knows maybe she'll be pottytrained before Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R6KVbQIeyEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8cLRaqHCv8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161852418339555394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R6KVbQIeyEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8cLRaqHCv8Q/s400/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little girl in a big hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-8017991511192721426?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8017991511192721426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=8017991511192721426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8017991511192721426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8017991511192721426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/01/pics-of-kids.html' title='Pics of the Kids'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R6KXrgIeyJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9eAXDgRd9-0/s72-c/IMG_0274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-1869385084170706009</id><published>2008-01-29T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:50:41.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens when you don't watch boys 24/7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R5-siwIeyAI/AAAAAAAAADU/JFvGaI8MyaI/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R5-sQgIex_I/AAAAAAAAADM/mZOWWiGprBI/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161033097493268466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R5-sQgIex_I/AAAAAAAAADM/mZOWWiGprBI/s200/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-1869385084170706009?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1869385084170706009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=1869385084170706009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1869385084170706009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/1869385084170706009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-what-happens-when-you-dont.html' title='This is what happens when you don&apos;t watch boys 24/7'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R5-sQgIex_I/AAAAAAAAADM/mZOWWiGprBI/s72-c/IMG_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-8673749931789322046</id><published>2008-01-29T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:37:56.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of Kira like a bug at our Christmas Party.  Cooper loving the mini playground at Gaiges house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R5-qGgIex-I/AAAAAAAAADE/7emXz5Kkpgs/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161030726671321058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R5-qGgIex-I/AAAAAAAAADE/7emXz5Kkpgs/s200/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                       &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R5-pzQIex9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/cDHKXq-sPuc/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161030395958839250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R5-pzQIex9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/cDHKXq-sPuc/s200/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R5-pHwIex8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7ShoTV1Fg6c/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161029648634529730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R5-pHwIex8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7ShoTV1Fg6c/s200/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-8673749931789322046?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8673749931789322046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=8673749931789322046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8673749931789322046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/8673749931789322046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/01/picture-of-kira-like-bug-at-our.html' title='Picture of Kira like a bug at our Christmas Party.  Cooper loving the mini playground at Gaiges house.'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R5-qGgIex-I/AAAAAAAAADE/7emXz5Kkpgs/s72-c/IMG_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-243785704402043274</id><published>2008-01-25T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:26:55.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week was a pretty crazy week being a single mom of 5 kids for the week.  Things went pretty well as long as we kept on track with our schedule.  Our first day was kind of funny when I read the instructions wrong and took 5 kids to Kiley's bus stop an hour early and we waited there on the side of the road with the babies in the stroller and playing games with the other three just to keep them out of the road.  After about 40min.(I had no idea so much time past) a lady came around the corner and to make the story short I realized how long we were there and that we didn't have to be.  Trying to eat breakfast and lunch and get five kids ready plus myself was quite an adventure&lt;br /&gt;  I guess the second best part would have to be when I got the flu while I was there.  I called Reggie at 4:30am and woke him up because the clock was wrong and I thought he was already awake.  And I was only calling to complain because I couldn't sleep all night, and I was terrified about how the day would pan out.  Well @ 10:30am that same morning somebody was trying to open the front door and scared me a little.  It was Reggie who had come to rescue me after a 3 hr long drive to do what he loves soooo much - BABYSIT.  He is so sweet.  He got Kiley off to school and let me nap when he got back and got the kids dinner that night while I rested.  Oh boy was he happy to come home.&lt;br /&gt;  Ever since I got the flu last Friday my pregnancy sickness came back.  I started getting better the week before we went to babysit.  So I had a little taste of wellness and then - BAM! I guess things can always get worse-and they did-Kira got the flu when we got home and yesterday I woke up feeling bad with a cold and Kira got it today.  I tell you what life has definately been more calm before.  The great news is that we made it to the Temple this month, the first time in a while and when life is busy you have less time to feel sorry for yourself.  All in all I really do feel up-beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-243785704402043274?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/243785704402043274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=243785704402043274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/243785704402043274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/243785704402043274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-week-was-pretty-crazy-week-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-3996063799637643068</id><published>2008-01-10T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:50:45.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumb Blonde Day'/><title type='text'>And we're back in the game-trying anyway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R4a7R5ebjNI/AAAAAAAAACs/ELhL5Q02z9E/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154012739732737234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R4a7R5ebjNI/AAAAAAAAACs/ELhL5Q02z9E/s200/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R4a7B5ebjMI/AAAAAAAAACk/IMXehjt-P3M/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R4a6wJebjLI/AAAAAAAAACc/fHICYdD3UDU/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154012159912152242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R4a6wJebjLI/AAAAAAAAACc/fHICYdD3UDU/s200/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Winner is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                       Does Insurance cover this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                            It could be worse &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R4a5Q5ebjII/AAAAAAAAACE/iihrdIOsq-A/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154010523529612418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R4a5Q5ebjII/AAAAAAAAACE/iihrdIOsq-A/s200/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Christmas was good except for Kira being sick that was pretty sad. Cooper still says Santa is Coming To Town. I can hardly wait for my vacation next week-I am going to a far off land of Exotic people, a place where only the chosen get to go. It is the vacation of a lifetime (I hope)(just kidding Katie) I am going to BABYSIT in MESA!!! Well Cooper seems to like Sunbeams. And every week we go pick up Kira they say "She is so good" and I think it figures because she is quite the drama queen at home. Well I did something that wasn't exactly wise, but then again who said pregnant mothers are wise-this one is definately not wise. Maybe more like sporatic, crazy and completely non-coherant in most ways. I went to cut my bangs and I put the scissors away and I decided to trim my hair up in the back only it got much shorter than I anticipated. Well I never finished, my mother talked me into putting the scissors down and walking away. So it is completely uneven and I cut it about two weeks ago. The top doesn't even fit in a ponytail so I have to use bobbypins. I guess you could say "Here's your sign."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out All Y'All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859735190406066433-3996063799637643068?l=rjreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3996063799637643068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859735190406066433&amp;postID=3996063799637643068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3996063799637643068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859735190406066433/posts/default/3996063799637643068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rjreed.blogspot.com/2008/01/and.html' title='And we&apos;re back in the game-trying anyway.'/><author><name>Reeds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652266488350538587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/S00GNrNLbzI/AAAAAAAABFE/HsonH-tyIJE/S220/IMG_3978_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2977ZkKH3KU/R4a7R5ebjNI/AAAAAAAAACs/ELhL5Q02z9E/s72-c/IMG_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859735190406066433.post-422657770470457020</id><published>2007-08-10T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:19:10.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well I am very sorry to say that it will be some time before I post anything since I am with out a camera.  I keep hoping to one soon like maybe for my b-day but Reggie and I decided-no presents this year and even though I think a camera is a need-there are many other important things also, like a fence-for our kids and dogs(not that a fence will keep the dogs in).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I have a funny joke:  Who runs slow, plays ball, and sprained their ankle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;     Ding Ding Ding:  You got it - ME.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Reggie actually did the same thing about a month ago but he's tougher than me - he went to work the next day.  I sat on the couch the next day, as much as possible with the kids fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;It was the championship game too.  The bad news is that I didn't finish playing, but the good news is that we WON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well I am going to try and post some family pics we took right before we gave back the digital camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Peace out, and until next time in probably a very long long time. 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