<?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-1325744758078384611</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:22:50.396-08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='diaper bag'/><category term='walking'/><category term='teeth'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='talk'/><category term='Potty'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='4th of july'/><category term='2010'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='maternity'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='winter'/><category term='chrismas'/><category term='Eggs'/><category term='Lauren'/><category term='Skills'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Mckay'/><category term='miles'/><category term='Smart'/><category term='hiking'/><category term='family'/><category term='blessing'/><category term='purse'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='primary'/><category term='past'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Growing Up Allphin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-8399395408073261819</id><published>2011-03-14T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:32:04.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor Brownies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.happygomarni.com/2011/02/maple-walnut-brownies-with-maple-glaze.html"&gt;Maple Walnut Brownies with Maple Glaze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Monday night the Gals in my family get together for The Bachelor.  (Are we wanna be teens or what?)&lt;br /&gt;On said nights, we bring treats to my aunt Trish's house, watch the show, and have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Since tonight is the Finale,  I decided to make my favorite Brownie.  They are actually Maple Bars with a Maple Glaze, but tonight they are Bachelor Brownies.&lt;br /&gt;I found this recipe on another blog and I am totally sharing it with you!&lt;br /&gt;It is so Heavenly and a lot like the delicious blondie brownies from Applebee's. &lt;br /&gt;So Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-8399395408073261819?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.happygomarni.com/2011/02/maple-walnut-brownies-with-maple-glaze.html' title='Bachelor Brownies'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/8399395408073261819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2011/03/bachelor-brownies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8399395408073261819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8399395408073261819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2011/03/bachelor-brownies.html' title='Bachelor Brownies'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-7548128044849675843</id><published>2011-03-08T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T08:47:53.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQWGeEOg0mM/TXZJYvIQS4I/AAAAAAAACMQ/87WnBfQpF6U/s1600/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Trfd5Y9ZiEA/TXZG11gr3AI/AAAAAAAACLg/bMxubeGKDaM/s1600/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Trfd5Y9ZiEA/TXZG11gr3AI/AAAAAAAACLg/bMxubeGKDaM/s320/DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581726678883490818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Happy Couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJrZe9fJ3qM/TXZJYFZ1BRI/AAAAAAAACMI/lcaHNV7gSjQ/s1600/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJrZe9fJ3qM/TXZJYFZ1BRI/AAAAAAAACMI/lcaHNV7gSjQ/s320/DSC00036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581729466288506130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Courtney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eks1NFFFIYY/TXZJXyJvIbI/AAAAAAAACMA/z8_VPR3U8I8/s1600/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eks1NFFFIYY/TXZJXyJvIbI/AAAAAAAACMA/z8_VPR3U8I8/s320/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581729461120737714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The OTHER Happy Couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQWGeEOg0mM/TXZJYvIQS4I/AAAAAAAACMQ/87WnBfQpF6U/s1600/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQWGeEOg0mM/TXZJYvIQS4I/AAAAAAAACMQ/87WnBfQpF6U/s320/DSC00039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581729477489085314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Court and Kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lwQxD7a9_w8/TXZJXnNp0fI/AAAAAAAACL4/DwehI-kLS8I/s1600/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lwQxD7a9_w8/TXZJXnNp0fI/AAAAAAAACL4/DwehI-kLS8I/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581729458184376818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freakin' Crazy Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKz5OOB4PGg/TXZJXJS6bLI/AAAAAAAACLw/pZcKi-r3RAs/s1600/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKz5OOB4PGg/TXZJXJS6bLI/AAAAAAAACLw/pZcKi-r3RAs/s320/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581729450153372850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Melissa (and Josh in the background)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DelDmInWWv4/TXZG2EMpvFI/AAAAAAAACLo/bJRq7kkmja0/s1600/DSC00026-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DelDmInWWv4/TXZG2EMpvFI/AAAAAAAACLo/bJRq7kkmja0/s320/DSC00026-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581726682825997394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was such a great day and we all had such a blast being together as a family.  Congrats Brian and Taylor!!! We love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Trfd5Y9ZiEA/TXZG11gr3AI/AAAAAAAACLg/bMxubeGKDaM/s1600/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIPTHLWkWxk/TXZG1odJ6wI/AAAAAAAACLY/4ozd6B0-9RE/s1600/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIPTHLWkWxk/TXZG1odJ6wI/AAAAAAAACLY/4ozd6B0-9RE/s320/DSC00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581726675379022594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKlj5FLL0lA/TXZG1Q7s9pI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zTn3jwhrTj8/s1600/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IaYiEiAkn1c/TXZG00KAQOI/AAAAAAAACLI/XpfYrZNRHcw/s1600/Picture%2BBooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IaYiEiAkn1c/TXZG00KAQOI/AAAAAAAACLI/XpfYrZNRHcw/s320/Picture%2BBooth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581726661340053730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little brother in law got hitched last weekend and we couldn't be more excited.  He married this smokin' hot babe from Vegas that our cousin Josh set him up with.  I am BF's with Josh's sister (who is Jeremy's cousin), so I guess you could say we like keeping it all in the family.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention Jeremy's sister is married to this guy Jordan.  And Jordan's sister is married to Jeremy's OTHER brother....anyway you get the picture.  We are all doubly related somehow. Must be from living in Utah:)&lt;br /&gt;So Friday was the big day.  Brian and Taylor got married in the Draper Temple.  It was so amazing to see Brian's continuously smiling grin.  You couldn't have wiped it off with a shovel!  Taylor was amazingly gorgeous (of course) and the family was all together.  A luncheon was soon to follow, with a reception that eve @ the Castle in Layton.&lt;br /&gt;The decor was gorgeous, and we had a rip roarin' good time.  We danced the night away (well, Jeremy did) and sent the new couple out in a blaze of illegal Sparklers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-7548128044849675843?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/7548128044849675843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2011/03/wedding-fever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7548128044849675843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7548128044849675843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2011/03/wedding-fever.html' title='Wedding Fever'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Trfd5Y9ZiEA/TXZG11gr3AI/AAAAAAAACLg/bMxubeGKDaM/s72-c/DSC00028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-6130754127471672540</id><published>2011-03-08T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T06:49:11.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I think of Gas Prices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'sans-serif'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="ecx_x0000_i1178" src="http://us.mg1.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f10129%5fANmzo0IAAJo3TXWxlg52N3rAZOM&amp;amp;pid=19&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" border="0" width="208" height="300" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing we as a family mostly use one car. But still...I can remember in High School when gas was under a dollar!  Those were the good ol' days.  I'd roll up to ERZ gas station in my sweet little red Acura Integra and the dollar signs would not even reach $15.  Now 12 years later, I almost have to sell myself (or one of the children) to fill up my truck.  No fair.  Guess I'd better start walking...good for the wallet AND good for the behind.  It's a total Win Win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-6130754127471672540?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/6130754127471672540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-what-i-think-of-gas-prices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6130754127471672540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6130754127471672540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-what-i-think-of-gas-prices.html' title='This is what I think of Gas Prices'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-3119533863936755077</id><published>2011-02-10T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:19:20.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Yet to be published..</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Just thought I'd FINALLY add last fall's family photos.  These were taken up in Brigham City, UT.  It's always hard to get some good shots, with three kiddos involved, but Heather did a great job at making us look great.  Now I just need to print some off for my walls!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVRjvrePgLI/AAAAAAAACKM/tuJ-OxWg9QM/s1600/IMG_3297ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVRjvrePgLI/AAAAAAAACKM/tuJ-OxWg9QM/s320/IMG_3297ed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572188309738717362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vvlzDdiwnpc/TVRjvMAAOhI/AAAAAAAACKE/XXGheqJSZk0/s1600/IMG_3269ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vvlzDdiwnpc/TVRjvMAAOhI/AAAAAAAACKE/XXGheqJSZk0/s320/IMG_3269ed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572188301290387986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k33JWuNP4K4/TVRju7dA4KI/AAAAAAAACJ8/B2L3H4le5qE/s1600/IMG_3216ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVRilH0fPdI/AAAAAAAACJc/v97-_q7TxwU/s320/IMG_2561ed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572187028858027474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVRikjnzy1I/AAAAAAAACJU/OaZplZ7CmTQ/s1600/b8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVRikjnzy1I/AAAAAAAACJU/OaZplZ7CmTQ/s320/b8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572187019141172050" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1325744758078384611-3119533863936755077?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/3119533863936755077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2011/02/yet-to-be-published.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3119533863936755077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3119533863936755077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2011/02/yet-to-be-published.html' title='Yet to be published..'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVRjvrePgLI/AAAAAAAACKM/tuJ-OxWg9QM/s72-c/IMG_3297ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-8504522232424301877</id><published>2011-02-07T11:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:26:13.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>Two firsts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVBF3nTiMEI/AAAAAAAACJA/zhbdwVa6IaI/s1600/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVBF3nTiMEI/AAAAAAAACJA/zhbdwVa6IaI/s400/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571029560803340354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVBFtJGYPTI/AAAAAAAACI4/fJCoQr5g2L8/s1600/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVBFtJGYPTI/AAAAAAAACI4/fJCoQr5g2L8/s400/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571029380896406834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not that you can tell by the pictures, but Miles just recently sprouted his two bottom teeth.  I tried to show the newbies, but it was just not happening!&lt;br /&gt;He is 8 months old now and both teeth popped up in the last month.  He has been super cranky and not sleeping well, but is still my little "SMiles".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He has been the smiliest and happiest baby (I think) of all three and he just chills out and grins all day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is sitting up and rolling over, yet refuses to be on his tummy.  Who knows when this kid will start scooting or crawling.  He won't even get his tushie up in the air.  Little Stinker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I think about it and it's kind of nice to not have him mobile, because that would just add a whole other level of chaos to my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For now, I'm fine smooching on him and snuggling up because I know once he gets on the move, my chances are going to be few and far between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you Smiles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-8504522232424301877?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/8504522232424301877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2011/02/two-firsts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8504522232424301877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8504522232424301877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2011/02/two-firsts.html' title='Two firsts...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVBF3nTiMEI/AAAAAAAACJA/zhbdwVa6IaI/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-6424433403085873646</id><published>2011-02-07T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T06:51:06.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><title type='text'>Happily...Once upon a Potty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kellywestmars/4127415175/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2737/4127415175_17be048a1d.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt; originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kellywestmars/"&gt;Kelly West Mars&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's Official....Lauren is potty trained!!!!  Oh, how I have anxiously been awaiting the day.  There have been lots of ups and downs, and in's and out's, but we are finally there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess/Dora/Flower Panties (I HATE that word) are busted out all day every day.  They are her badge of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telling of her "makings" on the potty and the flashing of the undies are told and shown to all that care (or don't care) to know!&lt;br /&gt;Little Lulu is so proud and I couldn't be more excited.  Going to the bathroom is now a family event and cheers are heard round the house.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could just get her to give up her Binky....I KNOW, I KNOW!!!!! Gasps are heard round the world that that is not gone.  One thing at once, ya know? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-6424433403085873646?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/6424433403085873646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-once-upon-potty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6424433403085873646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6424433403085873646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-once-upon-potty.html' title='Happily...Once upon a Potty'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2737/4127415175_17be048a1d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-7162375644749761427</id><published>2010-12-19T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:13:42.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really need to get on the ball...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been a seriously horrible slacker this past year in the Blog department.  Perhaps my New Year's Resolution should be too blog at least once a week.  Guess that means I need to actually start taking pictures of my family.  &lt;/span&gt;Updates are soon to follow....Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-7162375644749761427?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/7162375644749761427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-really-need-to-get-on-ball.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7162375644749761427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7162375644749761427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-really-need-to-get-on-ball.html' title='I really need to get on the ball...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-5254045597670208534</id><published>2010-07-08T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:41:32.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of july'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>The Blessed 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TDZFq5MnHgI/AAAAAAAABsw/iHWT5DUV7JU/s1600/4th+of+July_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TDZFq5MnHgI/AAAAAAAABsw/iHWT5DUV7JU/s320/4th+of+July_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491653398835437058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are a very Patriotic Family and our favorite Holiday is the 4th of July.  We always go to the parade/carnival, have a good old B-B-Q, and do fireworks.  We are so blessed to live in this country and we love to celebrate it!&lt;br /&gt;This year we also celebrated the Blessing of sweet little Miles.  We came up from Vegas so that our friends and family could participate.  Jeremy gave Miles an amazing blessing and it was awesome. (too bad he was crying since his binky got dropped)&lt;br /&gt;We are so lucky Miles came to our family and he has been such a joy since day one.  He is so sweet and scrumptious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TDZEMldVwsI/AAAAAAAABsQ/P3MAAnvlKg0/s1600/July+4th-Bless_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TDZEMldVwsI/AAAAAAAABsQ/P3MAAnvlKg0/s320/July+4th-Bless_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491651778629190338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Mr. and Mrs. and Miles&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TDZENSdQrBI/AAAAAAAABsY/MrMkV2l6zZ0/s1600/July+4th-Bless_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TDZENSdQrBI/AAAAAAAABsY/MrMkV2l6zZ0/s320/July+4th-Bless_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491651790708452370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mckay and his two cousins, Maddie and Aidan&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TDZEPF0rcOI/AAAAAAAABso/KUO20sU2Mjw/s1600/July+4th-Bless_0024-Crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TDZEPF0rcOI/AAAAAAAABso/KUO20sU2Mjw/s320/July+4th-Bless_0024-Crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491651821676753122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and the boo hooer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TDZEOUH5wCI/AAAAAAAABsg/MrB3doYsm-A/s1600/July+4th-Bless_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TDZEOUH5wCI/AAAAAAAABsg/MrB3doYsm-A/s320/July+4th-Bless_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491651808335609890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Lauren marching to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who came and supported us! (and for bringing delicious food)&lt;br /&gt;We love you all and are so glad to have you in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-5254045597670208534?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/5254045597670208534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/07/blessed-4th.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5254045597670208534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5254045597670208534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/07/blessed-4th.html' title='The Blessed 4th'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TDZFq5MnHgI/AAAAAAAABsw/iHWT5DUV7JU/s72-c/4th+of+July_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-245184497812592739</id><published>2010-06-07T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:46:05.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TA2ewv1SGhI/AAAAAAAABXA/CzM3nNhQZQE/s1600/Mom+and+Miles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TA2ewv1SGhI/AAAAAAAABXA/CzM3nNhQZQE/s400/Mom+and+Miles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480210881890621970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miles Reuben Allphin...born Wednesday, May  26th, 2010.  Weighing in at a grand total of        6 lbs. 15 ounces.  Measuring 21 1/2 inches long.  Arriving with a crop of  light brown hair and a gorgeous face.  The labor was long, the birth was easy and quick.  Mom is fine and dandy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles unfortunately was born with Group B Strep. (my test was negative)&lt;br /&gt;He started showing symptoms the night he was born and was admitted to the NICU early Thursday morning.  They started him on antibiotics that lasted for 10 whole days!!&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth to the Hospital we went for feedings and snuggles.  Other than the bacteria, he was perfect.  He was released Sunday, June 6th with no problems whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We are home now in Vegas and trying to get our house and life back in order.  I ended up being in Utah with the kids for 3 whole weeks.  It was a super long time to be away, but I'm so glad that I decided to deliver up there.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I would have done without the support of all our friends and family.  You guys ROCK!!!!  Thank you so much for all your help and prayers.  They came in handy.&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed with my sweet baby boy who has come to join our family.  We are all so excited he is finally here!  Not to mention, healthy at last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-245184497812592739?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/245184497812592739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-addition.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/245184497812592739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/245184497812592739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-addition.html' title='New Addition'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TA2ewv1SGhI/AAAAAAAABXA/CzM3nNhQZQE/s72-c/Mom+and+Miles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-759555411565959613</id><published>2010-06-05T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:35:22.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12319903&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12319903&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12319903"&gt;Miles Allphin; May 26, 2010&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user845964"&gt;Nathan Pickett&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful and talented brother in law came to the Hospital the other night and filmed Miles and Me.  I will fill everyone in on all the happenings that have been going on since I had him, but first I just had to post this little clip.  I am in LOVE!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-759555411565959613?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/759555411565959613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/06/miles-and-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/759555411565959613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/759555411565959613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/06/miles-and-me.html' title='Miles and Me'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-539821252953333085</id><published>2010-05-13T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:21:58.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xeMgNcUlI/AAAAAAAABWY/8nqs0Id9RtI/s1600/DSC04614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xeMgNcUlI/AAAAAAAABWY/8nqs0Id9RtI/s320/DSC04614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470851216246067794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mckay was sooo sad to leave Ms. Heather.  He adores his Preschool teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xeMJDH10I/AAAAAAAABWQ/_Fu2lY7mWus/s1600/DSC04612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xeMJDH10I/AAAAAAAABWQ/_Fu2lY7mWus/s320/DSC04612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470851210028767042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lauren needed some cake too, Bud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xcmmnXFbI/AAAAAAAABWI/II_l86NShEg/s1600/DSC04609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xcmmnXFbI/AAAAAAAABWI/II_l86NShEg/s320/DSC04609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470849465618732466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yeah for Mckay!! His first school Diploma. It better not be his last.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xcl-aPrgI/AAAAAAAABWA/XP9L_DFMkNg/s1600/DSC04603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xcl-aPrgI/AAAAAAAABWA/XP9L_DFMkNg/s320/DSC04603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470849454826302978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;His class singing their Welcome to School Song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xclOCV_uI/AAAAAAAABV4/OsdsgtE7Dus/s1600/DSC04598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xclOCV_uI/AAAAAAAABV4/OsdsgtE7Dus/s320/DSC04598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470849441841151714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Some kind of Ruckus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xcknRtcxI/AAAAAAAABVw/4EwpmntvJbQ/s1600/DSC04597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xcknRtcxI/AAAAAAAABVw/4EwpmntvJbQ/s320/DSC04597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470849431436620562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Um, there are no words....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xckRF2z1I/AAAAAAAABVo/uym4ldomQ84/s1600/DSC04589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xckRF2z1I/AAAAAAAABVo/uym4ldomQ84/s320/DSC04589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470849425481322322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Buddy and Lulu were so excited for Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad that Mckay is out of Preschool.  He has had such a blast this year and has had an awesome class.  He loves his teacher Ms. Heather and he is always sad when we miss a day during traveling.  I know he is soooo ready for Kindergarten, but will miss preschool.  It's been fun to see him learn and grow and take direction. (Now if only he'd take direction from Mom)&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how fast the past 4 1/2 years have gone!  It feels like we just moved to Vegas, had Lauren and now we are gearing up for #3!!! &lt;br /&gt;Mckay is such a little smarty pants and I can't wait to see what he comes up with next.  Good Job Buddy!!! We are so proud of you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-539821252953333085?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/539821252953333085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduation-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/539821252953333085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/539821252953333085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-xeMgNcUlI/AAAAAAAABWY/8nqs0Id9RtI/s72-c/DSC04614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-1249599046657889578</id><published>2010-05-11T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:49:12.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watermelon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/baldmonk/2795820215/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3286/2795820215_8ba391769e.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/baldmonk/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a craving....for watermelon!  I cannot stop eating them.  I have gone through 5 watermelons in a 2 week period. This is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I crave watermelon, but my stomach has started to resemble one. I look like I am smuggling a watermelon in my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I even dream of watermelons. Somebody help me. This can't be good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-1249599046657889578?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/1249599046657889578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/05/watermelon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1249599046657889578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1249599046657889578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/05/watermelon.html' title='Watermelon'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3286/2795820215_8ba391769e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-5326137711078466940</id><published>2010-05-06T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:11:44.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaper bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purse'/><title type='text'>It's in the bag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-OEA1s-v_I/AAAAAAAABTk/_PXfWKT6mP0/s1600/my+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-OEA1s-v_I/AAAAAAAABTk/_PXfWKT6mP0/s400/my+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468359522508521458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I am officially in LOVE!!! I have been searching the world over for the perfect diaper bag and I finally found it. It is the JJ Cole Swag Bag and it just came in the mail today.  My sweet Grandpa purchased the gift for me and it is just awesome.  It is the perfect size and has all the right compartments.  With my other two hooligans, I just bought random bags and never really liked any of them.  I was being cheap and indecisive. &lt;br /&gt;However, this time around (probably my last) I decided to grow up and get a grown up bag.  I love it when I make good decisions!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bonnie Mae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-5326137711078466940?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/5326137711078466940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-in-bag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5326137711078466940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5326137711078466940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-in-bag.html' title='It&apos;s in the bag...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-OEA1s-v_I/AAAAAAAABTk/_PXfWKT6mP0/s72-c/my+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-2836616041500220962</id><published>2010-05-04T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:40:09.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maternity'/><title type='text'>Getting bigger every day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-CgKDzR0DI/AAAAAAAABTc/U4FuIEkrVDQ/s1600/maternity+shot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-CgKDzR0DI/AAAAAAAABTc/U4FuIEkrVDQ/s320/maternity+shot2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467546042307301426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-CgJx3QEmI/AAAAAAAABTU/kRq5A1accR4/s1600/maternity+shot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-CgJx3QEmI/AAAAAAAABTU/kRq5A1accR4/s320/maternity+shot1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467546037492126306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-CgJeVyUJI/AAAAAAAABTM/mqOo_N0FXZk/s1600/maternity+shot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-CgJeVyUJI/AAAAAAAABTM/mqOo_N0FXZk/s320/maternity+shot3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467546032251490450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-CgJNC_LSI/AAAAAAAABTE/7wBjNE9ZKSw/s1600/maternity+shot5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-CgJNC_LSI/AAAAAAAABTE/7wBjNE9ZKSw/s320/maternity+shot5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467546027609238818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;It's always a good thing to have a photographer friend.  My pal Kelsey Anderson asked me to "model" for her blog and portfolio. I never really thought about having maternity shots done, but these turned out so awesome. And these are just a few of the great ones she took! It was so fun! I love that they capture my sassiness! You know how it can be when you are preggo...you feel ugly, fat, sweaty, and yuck. But with these photos, I actually feel pretty! It's a good thing because after this baby comes, I won't be cute for a LONG time!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-2836616041500220962?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/2836616041500220962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-bigger-every-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/2836616041500220962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/2836616041500220962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-bigger-every-day.html' title='Getting bigger every day'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S-CgKDzR0DI/AAAAAAAABTc/U4FuIEkrVDQ/s72-c/maternity+shot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-3590257735087804808</id><published>2010-04-26T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:52:53.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No pool? No problem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S9Ze5KYYBzI/AAAAAAAABRU/txfxVO8_XTU/s1600/DSC04505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S9Ze5KYYBzI/AAAAAAAABRU/txfxVO8_XTU/s400/DSC04505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464659533992822578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a pool? Just grab any old house item, grab the hose, and fill it up. Buckets work great too! I also don't let my kids eat from bowls or plates. Their hands work great and less clean up. Bikes? Nah, we just roll the kiddos around in the garbage cans. It's amazing the things you can save money on and still have fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-3590257735087804808?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/3590257735087804808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-pool-no-problem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3590257735087804808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3590257735087804808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-pool-no-problem.html' title='No pool? No problem!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S9Ze5KYYBzI/AAAAAAAABRU/txfxVO8_XTU/s72-c/DSC04505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-7696905955067242619</id><published>2010-03-31T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:25:23.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>It's my Party and I'll pout if I want to.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7Qf7ekZ51I/AAAAAAAABKU/qsKAIP6l4Hw/s1600/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7Qf7ekZ51I/AAAAAAAABKU/qsKAIP6l4Hw/s400/IMG_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455020155331012434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren thought it would be hilarious to make some silly faces whilst we were singing the good old Birthday Song.  She is too funny!!! The video is even better. Little Stinker!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QdlRCqoRI/AAAAAAAABKM/qXbEl-2oVgA/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QdlRCqoRI/AAAAAAAABKM/qXbEl-2oVgA/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455017574719463698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a little pin the flower on Dora. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7Qdk5ishiI/AAAAAAAABKE/JxFP-3QSlo0/s1600/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7Qdk5ishiI/AAAAAAAABKE/JxFP-3QSlo0/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455017568411354658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren collecting her treats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QdjxV40fI/AAAAAAAABJ0/HHaZquXyq44/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QdjxV40fI/AAAAAAAABJ0/HHaZquXyq44/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455017549030281714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor Dora has no idea what is going to happen.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QdkaXVdII/AAAAAAAABJ8/bc-hndUcumY/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QdkaXVdII/AAAAAAAABJ8/bc-hndUcumY/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455017560042206338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Candy Raid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QdjewgRVI/AAAAAAAABJs/7NBNOWqZcz0/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QdjewgRVI/AAAAAAAABJs/7NBNOWqZcz0/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455017544041645394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessica, Denille, Glenda, Shellie, Bree, and Mari!!! Just a few of my gal pals from the mom/play group we are members of down here in Vegas. I couldn't invite my whole group, seeing as there are around 50 moms (+ their kids) and that would be like a Ringling Bro's Circus in my house.  Thanks, but no thanks!!! All of us that were in attendance had a great time, good food, even better Red Velvet Cupcakes, and excitement to boot.&lt;br /&gt;Lauren and Mckay were on their best/worst behavior and I guess that's to be expected at a Party. The kids decorated their Pinata bags, played pin the flower on Dora, whacked Dora and got some goodies in between.&lt;br /&gt;Lauren got some great gifts and they were played with all afternoon.  (After nap of course)&lt;br /&gt;Dora was the theme of the day, and now our house in a Dora Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;Lauren also got a great new Play Kitchen and all the kids had a blast playing with it! Fun for all.&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun to get together and I just wish our family and Utah friends could have been there too.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry Utahn's! You'll get your chance with us soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2nd BIRTHDAY LAUREN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-7696905955067242619?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/7696905955067242619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-my-party-and-ill-pout-if-i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7696905955067242619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7696905955067242619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-my-party-and-ill-pout-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s my Party and I&apos;ll pout if I want to.....'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7Qf7ekZ51I/AAAAAAAABKU/qsKAIP6l4Hw/s72-c/IMG_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-9162681980655868728</id><published>2010-03-31T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:09:38.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eggs'/><title type='text'>A tisket, A tasket....</title><content type='html'>Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; and I are now on the ward Activities Committee, we were in charge of the Annual Easter Brunch.  Unfortunately it was a frosty morning with lots of wind, but did we care??? No!!! We still fired up the grills, fried some pancakes and sausage, and devoured lots of delicious eats.  And we threw in a little Easter Egg Hunt for the kids while we were at it.  They had a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QaiieEf5I/AAAAAAAABJM/HToWRpUiZXQ/s1600/DSC04438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QaiieEf5I/AAAAAAAABJM/HToWRpUiZXQ/s320/DSC04438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455014229323317138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mckay&lt;/span&gt; and Lauren checking out their loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QaiN5oVXI/AAAAAAAABJE/LMh-DNua8eU/s1600/DSC04437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QaiN5oVXI/AAAAAAAABJE/LMh-DNua8eU/s320/DSC04437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455014223801767282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off the goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QahSevL1I/AAAAAAAABI8/SlVXBWMVcm8/s1600/DSC04433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QahSevL1I/AAAAAAAABI8/SlVXBWMVcm8/s320/DSC04433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455014207851278162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little Easter Sweet.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QajT34uFI/AAAAAAAABJU/8V0MYZqq3P8/s1600/DSC04435.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QahM8rpuI/AAAAAAAABI0/K2PYw3Jih5A/s1600/DSC04427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QahM8rpuI/AAAAAAAABI0/K2PYw3Jih5A/s320/DSC04427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455014206366263010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sllies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QcH64VMrI/AAAAAAAABJk/3bsc90RzbPg/s1600/DSC04420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QcH64VMrI/AAAAAAAABJk/3bsc90RzbPg/s320/DSC04420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455015971042702002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready to head out the door.  Couldn't put down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; for a shot, could you Lauren?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QcHlxa9kI/AAAAAAAABJc/xifwfyzhN8U/s1600/DSC04424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QcHlxa9kI/AAAAAAAABJc/xifwfyzhN8U/s320/DSC04424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455015965376575042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mckay&lt;/span&gt; and Lauren doing what they do best...being silly!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-9162681980655868728?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/9162681980655868728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/03/tisket-tasket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/9162681980655868728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/9162681980655868728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/03/tisket-tasket.html' title='A tisket, A tasket....'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QaiieEf5I/AAAAAAAABJM/HToWRpUiZXQ/s72-c/DSC04438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-292544473067564156</id><published>2010-03-31T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:57:11.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Discover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QYTw-KgXI/AAAAAAAABIs/KFac2b5dmuU/s1600/DSC04416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QYTw-KgXI/AAAAAAAABIs/KFac2b5dmuU/s320/DSC04416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455011776494731634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mckay loving life in the wind simulator. It was going 90 mph!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QYTVJCXXI/AAAAAAAABIk/2sCozO5r_wE/s1600/DSC04413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QYTVJCXXI/AAAAAAAABIk/2sCozO5r_wE/s320/DSC04413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455011769024142706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just hanging out, doing a puzzle. It's what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QYSytrPnI/AAAAAAAABIc/512FKZlEuHw/s1600/DSC04405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QYSytrPnI/AAAAAAAABIc/512FKZlEuHw/s320/DSC04405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455011759782575730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why are we getting wet???  Because we can, mom, because we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QYSMwp78I/AAAAAAAABIU/1nmvZ_MCI2w/s1600/DSC04402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QYSMwp78I/AAAAAAAABIU/1nmvZ_MCI2w/s320/DSC04402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455011749594525634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's Spring Break and since we had nothing to do, we decided to meet some friends at the Discovery Museum down here in the LV.  The kids love going there and they go crazy the minute we walk in the doors.  I like it too, except for the mass amounts of homeless people that sloth around outside the building. CREEPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;There are so many fun things to do there and if you have ever been to the Ogden Tree House, you would love it at the Discovery Museum.  Mom just doesn't appreciate being pregnant and trying to chase 2 kiddos all over Tar-nation.  What a workout!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-292544473067564156?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/292544473067564156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/03/let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/292544473067564156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/292544473067564156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/03/let.html' title='Let&apos;s Discover'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S7QYTw-KgXI/AAAAAAAABIs/KFac2b5dmuU/s72-c/DSC04416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-3571040226945598392</id><published>2010-03-17T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:47:17.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moons over Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/luuuucia/4095149179/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/4095149179_2f935ca7f7.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a total Twilight fan and I am anxiously awaiting Saturday when New Moon hits stores. SOOOOOO pathetic of this (almost 30 yr. old) mom of 2 1/2. Feel free to gag if you want...but Robert Pattinson is delish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-3571040226945598392?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/3571040226945598392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/03/moons-over-las-vegas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3571040226945598392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3571040226945598392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/03/moons-over-las-vegas.html' title='Moons over Las Vegas'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/4095149179_2f935ca7f7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-261874542045857883</id><published>2010-02-11T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:51:00.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Village Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glastonburydancevillage/3726017039/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3496/3726017039_d5b5811599.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/glastonburydancevillage/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all know that Mckay says totally random things, and today he stepped up to the crazy plate once again.&lt;br /&gt;We were driving up to get gas this morning and he notices this man walking into the gas station.  Said business man had on a suit and was looking pretty sharp. Mckay then says to me, "Mom that man over there looks like he is going to the village dance".&lt;br /&gt;Now, I had no idea what he was talking about, even though I thought it was hilarious.  He then tells me that on his school letters cd, there is a song called Victor the Vulture who gets dressed up and takes his Valentine to the village dance. &lt;br /&gt;I guess if you are dressed up around here, you are going dancing. How does he come up with this stuff????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-261874542045857883?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/261874542045857883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/02/village-dance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/261874542045857883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/261874542045857883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/02/village-dance.html' title='Village Dance'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3496/3726017039_d5b5811599_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-22959078882934052</id><published>2010-02-10T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:12:51.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mckay's Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S3OCXB8m4wI/AAAAAAAABCw/w1xjrJEY-Ic/s1600-h/Valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S3OCXB8m4wI/AAAAAAAABCw/w1xjrJEY-Ic/s400/Valentine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436832507337564930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mckay is REALLY excited for his preschool Valentine's Day Party tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He picked out Fun Dip Valentine's for his classmates and wrote their names on all of them. We decided that his teacher Ms. Heather needed a special Valentine.  So I busted out my multi purpose brown bags, gave Mckay some markers and set him down to color.  This is the bag he came up with.  I didn't get a picture of the back, but he also drew a picture of their class dog Isha.  He is too cute! He told me and Jeremy that "all his friends will love his Valentine's and they will all hug him and think he is a nice guy".   His words exactly.  Tender Moments were had by all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-22959078882934052?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/22959078882934052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/02/mckays-valentine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/22959078882934052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/22959078882934052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/02/mckays-valentine.html' title='Mckay&apos;s Valentine'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S3OCXB8m4wI/AAAAAAAABCw/w1xjrJEY-Ic/s72-c/Valentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-1784399649821388620</id><published>2010-02-10T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:51:20.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who don't know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bellacupcakecouture/4252261026/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4252261026_27f6f17bd6.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/bellacupcakecouture/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure if anyone even checks the old blog anymore, but if you do and you don't already know....IT'S A BOY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am 24 weeks along and getting bigger every day. Mckay is super stoked and can't wait to have a little brother. Lauren kisses my tummy and tells baby brother hello.  Whenever we ask her where is baby brother, she lifts up her shirt and says "right here mama." Adorable. It will be so weird to have a baby boy again. I have been so used to girly things that now I need to revert my brain back to little willies!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-1784399649821388620?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/1784399649821388620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-those-who-don-know.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1784399649821388620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1784399649821388620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-those-who-don-know.html' title='For those who don&amp;#39;t know....'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4252261026_27f6f17bd6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-8113330460835546985</id><published>2010-02-07T18:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:11:31.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Modern Family"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/knoopie/4254405177/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4254405177_632100e301.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/knoopie/4254405177/"&gt;&amp;quot;Modern Family&amp;quot; - 9/23/09&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/knoopie/"&gt;knoopie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay-So I was a little skeptical to watch this show, but it has turned into my favorite sitcom ever!!!  Jeremy and I are so in love with it and we look forward to every Wednesday night when the kids are in bed and we can sit and vedge out.  This is usually after I have sent Jeremy out the door to indulge my pregnancy frozen yogurt craving.  Our tv line up goes as follows: Monday=Bachelor (Jeremy truly loves this show too.)&lt;br /&gt;               Tuesday=American Idol&lt;br /&gt;               Wednesday=Modern Family&lt;br /&gt;               Thursday=The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little too much tv, or what???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-8113330460835546985?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/8113330460835546985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/02/family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8113330460835546985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8113330460835546985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/02/family.html' title='&amp;quot;Modern Family&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4254405177_632100e301_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-3075162592624961056</id><published>2010-01-11T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:22:16.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Barbie Girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anatchim/3333662542/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3317/3333662542_4d2a0aff23.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is just too cute! I was in the dollar aisle at my favorite haunt Target (or Tar-Jay) if you will, and Lauren saw a little Barbie hair brush and started screaming for it. So what was I to do? I threw it in the cart and she immediately started brushing her hair. She has been obsessed with it ever since and has been brushing all our lovely locks.&lt;br /&gt;I left Jer with the kids the other day and out came the brush to brush dad's hair. While he was holding her, she looks at the brush (picture of Barbie included) and says "This Mama." Jeremy looks at her and says, "Where Lou?" She holds up said brush, points to it and says again "Mama, pretty."&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know if I should be flattered or scared that my daughter thinks I am Barbie...Then again I have been called worse, so I guess I'll let her keep on believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-3075162592624961056?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/3075162592624961056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-barbie-girl_11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3075162592624961056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3075162592624961056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-barbie-girl_11.html' title='I&amp;#39;m a Barbie Girl...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3317/3333662542_4d2a0aff23_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-6354959781369449578</id><published>2010-01-09T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:02:54.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S0ioMA_-7SI/AAAAAAAAA5s/6uRMm_ptc4I/s1600-h/Silly+sir.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S0ioMA_-7SI/AAAAAAAAA5s/6uRMm_ptc4I/s400/Silly+sir.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424770675548024098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mckay&lt;/span&gt; says to me, "Mom I want some friends to come and play today."&lt;br /&gt;And I told him his friend Blaire (who's 1) is coming to play today and we are going to babysit her.&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me and replies, "No thank you mom. I'd rather have some friends that can talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does this child come from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-6354959781369449578?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/6354959781369449578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/01/silly-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6354959781369449578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6354959781369449578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/01/silly-boy.html' title='Silly Boy'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S0ioMA_-7SI/AAAAAAAAA5s/6uRMm_ptc4I/s72-c/Silly+sir.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-1834553130366105173</id><published>2010-01-08T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:35:58.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only things I have accomplished thus far today are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Make waffles for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Get the kids dressed (notice how I didn't say me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Open the garage for the bug spray man and then close it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is it!!! I have literally done nothing today and it is already 11:34 am.  That could be the most pathetic thing I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have YOU done today?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-1834553130366105173?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/1834553130366105173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-much.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1834553130366105173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1834553130366105173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-much.html' title='Not Much...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-1479154605645116334</id><published>2010-01-08T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:39:17.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mug Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S0d7fmQ46LI/AAAAAAAAA5k/2goL50HyaE4/s1600-h/Chester.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S0d7fmQ46LI/AAAAAAAAA5k/2goL50HyaE4/s400/Chester.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424440058968598706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good Heck! I found this strange man lurking in my Grandma's house. I think I need to call the authorities. Someone rescue me! Please!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-1479154605645116334?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/1479154605645116334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/01/mug-shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1479154605645116334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1479154605645116334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/01/mug-shot.html' title='Mug Shot'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/S0d7fmQ46LI/AAAAAAAAA5k/2goL50HyaE4/s72-c/Chester.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-3973249639520166217</id><published>2010-01-06T14:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:21:17.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning a Hole...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brianneudorff/3444806893/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3444806893_f5cd8e506c.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been spending WAY too much money on line today. I guess I decided it was a good idea to purchase a few extra things. Lauren needs more shoes, right? I need another new hat. Not to mention the new Allphin Family Calendar.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so depressed...Guess I'll go to Target.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-3973249639520166217?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/3973249639520166217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/01/burning-hole.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3973249639520166217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3973249639520166217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2010/01/burning-hole.html' title='Burning a Hole...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3444806893_f5cd8e506c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-7857238397840725786</id><published>2009-12-14T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:49:33.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38519424@N08/3578400309/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3401/3578400309_34c1e68d51.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38519424@N08/3578400309/"&gt;Abigail&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/38519424@N08/"&gt;AnAngelAtMyTable&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not asking for much. It's not too difficult of a request. I don't want to freeze my sweet little piggies off this Holiday season, so I am asking Santa for a pair of UGG boots for Christmas.  That is ALL I am asking for! I don't want a puppy (no poop for me), I don't want a new car (not yet anyway), and I don't want a pair of Christmas fleece pajamas (much to Mckay's dismay).&lt;br /&gt;So if you are listening Santa, I have been an extra good girl this year and If you feel so inclined.....PRETTY PLEASE leave me a new pair of boots under the tree. &lt;br /&gt;(I promise to leave out milk and cookies the night before)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-7857238397840725786?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/7857238397840725786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7857238397840725786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7857238397840725786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas....'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3401/3578400309_34c1e68d51_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-202959579287014469</id><published>2009-12-09T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:18:04.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Fat?</title><content type='html'>So for those of you that don't know I'm expecting...there is the news flash. The other day as I was hustling and bustling to get ready, Mckay was watching and had a strange look on his face. I was clothes less and Mckay says, "Mom are your boobs getting big and you are getting fat because there is a baby in your tummy or because you ate too much?" Ummmm, both? Thanks a lot kid for the self esteem boost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-202959579287014469?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/202959579287014469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-fat.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/202959579287014469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/202959579287014469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-fat.html' title='I&apos;m Fat?'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-2355594176956878843</id><published>2009-12-07T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:51:57.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow....in Vegas?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3MUpRFsjI/AAAAAAAAA3s/nv8vV7RUC5c/s1600-h/DSC04074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3MUpRFsjI/AAAAAAAAA3s/nv8vV7RUC5c/s320/DSC04074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412706982216184370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never thought I would say these next words.....I miss the snow.  So what did we do about that?  Why we drove a measly 30 miles up to Mt. Charleston and drove around in a snowstorm, that's what!  We went to lunch at The Lodge (again) and watched the gorgeous snow fall right outside our window.  Mckay and Lauren tried hot chocolate for the first time and they both enjoyed it.  We sat by the fire and got toasty warm. After that, we drove to the ski resort and got out for some fun in the snow.  We really weren't adequately dressed, but whatever! That didn't stop us one bit!  What a great day we had.  Now the children are nestled all snug in their beds.....dreaming of more snow I bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3LjskS8FI/AAAAAAAAA3E/D9wV67BdbiI/s1600-h/DSC04072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3LjskS8FI/AAAAAAAAA3E/D9wV67BdbiI/s320/DSC04072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412706141288460370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mckay and the creepy dancing Santa.  Lauren was petrified of him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3LkGUN9jI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ZpNg65GQ9uU/s1600-h/DSC04073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3LkGUN9jI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ZpNg65GQ9uU/s320/DSC04073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412706148200347186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3KDpFEZtI/AAAAAAAAA28/Ukyok6_hY64/s1600-h/DSC04082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3KDpFEZtI/AAAAAAAAA28/Ukyok6_hY64/s320/DSC04082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412704491084736210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3LlsZ2hFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/vKGp-A5xwjc/s1600-h/DSC04087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3LlsZ2hFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/vKGp-A5xwjc/s320/DSC04087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412706175604393042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3LlN_RA5I/AAAAAAAAA3c/FpYf6yY6d4w/s1600-h/DSC04086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3LlN_RA5I/AAAAAAAAA3c/FpYf6yY6d4w/s320/DSC04086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412706167439819666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3LkuDFrYI/AAAAAAAAA3U/oAt0JbeL-Lk/s1600-h/DSC04083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3LkuDFrYI/AAAAAAAAA3U/oAt0JbeL-Lk/s320/DSC04083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412706158865919362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta eat some snow, right?  Fresh mountain snow is the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3MqK3IB5I/AAAAAAAAA38/a30ZWIbLd8k/s1600-h/DSC04088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3MqK3IB5I/AAAAAAAAA38/a30ZWIbLd8k/s320/DSC04088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412707352011343762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our little Snow Angel.  If only this were true all the time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-2355594176956878843?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/2355594176956878843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/12/snowin-vegas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/2355594176956878843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/2355594176956878843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/12/snowin-vegas.html' title='Snow....in Vegas?!?!?'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx3MUpRFsjI/AAAAAAAAA3s/nv8vV7RUC5c/s72-c/DSC04074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-55608387427543704</id><published>2009-12-07T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:14:01.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Budding Genius...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7092af3f39fa972a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7092af3f39fa972a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331679271%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C9F5FD43BD943DB0C9F914AE4758CD32703D52D.1ACE01FCBB947085ABDAAE27AED8FCD793D7E71D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7092af3f39fa972a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwP-YjZaGLwp_efbxsAdlAP92T7Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7092af3f39fa972a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331679271%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C9F5FD43BD943DB0C9F914AE4758CD32703D52D.1ACE01FCBB947085ABDAAE27AED8FCD793D7E71D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7092af3f39fa972a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwP-YjZaGLwp_efbxsAdlAP92T7Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little video I found of Mckay and his early reading skills. This was in the summer of 2007, right before he turned 2 years old.  I love/hate to brag about his abilities, but he really is super smart and loves to read. We used to have a poster board on our fridge of the 100 or so words he could read before his 2nd. Birthday. What a delight it has been to watch his little mind learn and grow. Hopefully he decides to become a Doctor or something equally as wonderful....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-55608387427543704?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7092af3f39fa972a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/55608387427543704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/12/budding-genius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/55608387427543704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/55608387427543704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/12/budding-genius.html' title='Budding Genius...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-4586267814425768253</id><published>2009-12-07T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:44:50.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chrismas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Christmas' Past</title><content type='html'>I was going through our computer pictures the other day and came across some adorable Christmas memories from the last couple years. I thought I'd post a couple random ones so everyone can remember how much fun we as a family have had throughout the years. I have been seriously negligent on the blogging lately, so I feel the need to catch up a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1IaAHMGWI/AAAAAAAAA04/Je3xq5i8qGA/s1600-h/buster+christmas+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1IaAHMGWI/AAAAAAAAA04/Je3xq5i8qGA/s320/buster+christmas+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412561938713155938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Mckay was only 3 months old in this sweet picture. What a cute little chubbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1IacLifUI/AAAAAAAAA1A/4dXoq4htQA0/s1600-h/buster+christmas+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1IacLifUI/AAAAAAAAA1A/4dXoq4htQA0/s320/buster+christmas+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412561946247593282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;My favorite Christmas present that year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1IawItVdI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ucyuiERODXY/s1600-h/buster+christmas+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1IawItVdI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ucyuiERODXY/s320/buster+christmas+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412561951604430290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I just think this one is super sweet. He kept licking the blanket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1IbRg2n0I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/dzaeMlZmXQ0/s1600-h/DSC01185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1IbRg2n0I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/dzaeMlZmXQ0/s320/DSC01185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412561960564072258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Mckay was two years old, out helping Dad in the snow. How I miss our Layton house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1IblSSOPI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/2WzptN2X5pU/s1600-h/Mead+Party0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1IblSSOPI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/2WzptN2X5pU/s320/Mead+Party0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412561965871675634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;At the annual Mead Family Christmas Party. We are so sad we missed it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1Lfjdg4dI/AAAAAAAAA1g/P9SAgna2bL8/s1600-h/December+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1Lfjdg4dI/AAAAAAAAA1g/P9SAgna2bL8/s320/December+2008+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412565332636262866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Christmas at Magical Forest 2008. Mckay was 3 and Lauren 8 months. No hair, Lou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1LgKY45GI/AAAAAAAAA1o/lHc8jwYTt-0/s1600-h/December+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1LgKY45GI/AAAAAAAAA1o/lHc8jwYTt-0/s320/December+2008+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412565343085847650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Please Santa, won't you come to our house for a visit????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1LgofPP6I/AAAAAAAAA1w/z2YHfzF_gd8/s1600-h/December+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1LgofPP6I/AAAAAAAAA1w/z2YHfzF_gd8/s320/December+2008+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412565351165542306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Lauren in so small.  And has no hair! Why did I not have a bow on her head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1LhvfVwNI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ZYaccAZwVzo/s1600-h/Christmas20080019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1LhvfVwNI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ZYaccAZwVzo/s320/Christmas20080019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412565370224885970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Our little Family! I can't believe there will be one more of us next year! Hard to imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it! Just a little reminder of how important my family is to me. I am ever mindful of the importance of family, especially this time of year. I love creating new memories and traditions with my kids that hopefully they will remember always. Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-4586267814425768253?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/4586267814425768253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4586267814425768253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4586267814425768253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' title='Christmas&apos; Past'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sx1IaAHMGWI/AAAAAAAAA04/Je3xq5i8qGA/s72-c/buster+christmas+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-7538550430734991310</id><published>2009-12-06T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T09:08:24.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Yule Tide Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SxvjgmELKXI/AAAAAAAAA0w/OMEqZgE57_U/s1600-h/DSC04044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SxvjgmELKXI/AAAAAAAAA0w/OMEqZgE57_U/s320/DSC04044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412169526329158002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apparently, Mckay must do this face almost every time we try to do a nice picture. Stinker!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SxvjgVt18lI/AAAAAAAAA0o/h5D5m-7TaIg/s1600-h/DSC04047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SxvjgVt18lI/AAAAAAAAA0o/h5D5m-7TaIg/s320/DSC04047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412169521940525650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoying the pony ride with my favorite little gal pal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SxvjfziE4XI/AAAAAAAAA0g/3PTUfCJyfs4/s1600-h/DSC04051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SxvjfziE4XI/AAAAAAAAA0g/3PTUfCJyfs4/s320/DSC04051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412169512764367218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another turn, Please???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SxvjfT8Z0qI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ilRK_vlmUCc/s1600-h/DSC04052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SxvjfT8Z0qI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ilRK_vlmUCc/s320/DSC04052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412169504284856994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ummmm, dad liked riding the Hair Pony a little too much.  Some resemblance????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sxvje8ivY-I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/KOUDz7K4-Yo/s1600-h/DSC04061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sxvje8ivY-I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/KOUDz7K4-Yo/s320/DSC04061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412169498003203042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh dear Santa.  How you wish Mrs. Clause could look this good!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sxveye4V9PI/AAAAAAAAA0I/6t3TEVzu8-w/s1600-h/DSC04055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sxveye4V9PI/AAAAAAAAA0I/6t3TEVzu8-w/s320/DSC04055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412164336079992050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our little snow family. Minus Dad of course. He was taking the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sxvex_95TFI/AAAAAAAAA0A/uj5skJQZmrY/s1600-h/DSC04056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sxvex_95TFI/AAAAAAAAA0A/uj5skJQZmrY/s320/DSC04056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412164327781780562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom and Mckay on the slide of Death. Loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SxvexSkuSYI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Z2Qx9A3aGg4/s1600-h/DSC04060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SxvexSkuSYI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Z2Qx9A3aGg4/s320/DSC04060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412164315596605826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, the joys of sitting on Santa's knee. We all whispered something we want for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sxvew-RrkpI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ev9GGCkdKT8/s1600-h/DSC04065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sxvew-RrkpI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ev9GGCkdKT8/s320/DSC04065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412164310148027026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notice how Lauren looks just like Jeremy......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SxvewZIGP8I/AAAAAAAAAzo/r06TbjTp4hM/s1600-h/DSC04066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SxvewZIGP8I/AAAAAAAAAzo/r06TbjTp4hM/s320/DSC04066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412164300175720386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Mckay looks just like Mom! Isn't is supposed to be the other way around??!!&lt;br /&gt;We had a great day at Opportunity Village. It's a non-profit organization that helps special needs people have jobs and such. This is the second year we have visited The Magical Forest with our play group and we have loved this little tradition. Dad actually came with us this year, completing the family fun. We rode the carousel, slid the slide,sat on Santa's lap and rode the Santa Express.  I think Santa liked mom a little too much. He asked the kids if they'd been naughty or nice. HE then asked mom if she'd been nice and naughty!?!? Um, creepy!&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold day here in Vegas, but we didn't mind since we were all together enjoying the Holiday Spirit. After the Village, we were a little hungry and didn't want to go home quite yet.  So what did we do?  Why, we drove up to Mt. Charleston to eat a delicious lunch at the Lodge.  It was freezing!!! But we got to sit by a raging fire, drink hot chocolate, and eat delicious pizza. What fun we had!&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that we can do things together. I am so excited that we get to spend all of Christmas in Utah this year and  be around our dear friends and family who we miss soooooo much!!!!  I have really had a hard time lately, being away from everyone we love. I know someday we'll get to move home and I can't wait til that day.  Until then, ya'll will just have to suffer having us come and take over your house every few months! But you know you love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-7538550430734991310?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/7538550430734991310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/12/yule-tide-greetings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7538550430734991310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7538550430734991310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/12/yule-tide-greetings.html' title='Yule Tide Greetings!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SxvjgmELKXI/AAAAAAAAA0w/OMEqZgE57_U/s72-c/DSC04044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-5597483520900562943</id><published>2009-11-16T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:13:15.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangsta Girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SwGjvuWw2xI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7OFlMaH4vnI/s1600/Gangstas.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SwGjvuWw2xI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7OFlMaH4vnI/s400/Gangstas.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404781068113992466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While mom was in Utah having a visit, dad was in charge of the kiddos. Dad got sick of dressing Lauren in "good" clothes so he decided to raid Mckay's closet and find something a little more grubby.  This is the end result. I'm just so proud!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-5597483520900562943?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/5597483520900562943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/11/gangsta-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5597483520900562943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5597483520900562943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/11/gangsta-girl.html' title='Gangsta Girl?'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SwGjvuWw2xI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7OFlMaH4vnI/s72-c/Gangstas.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-9025975009081802727</id><published>2009-09-13T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:02:08.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mckay's 1st day of Pre-K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1YayWfY4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/9L2mE7GPBFk/s1600-h/DSC03677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1YayWfY4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/9L2mE7GPBFk/s320/DSC03677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381054346993558402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y sweet little boy on his first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1YcraXpEI/AAAAAAAAAyU/iF_tGO0nr-o/s1600-h/DSC03682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1YcraXpEI/AAAAAAAAAyU/iF_tGO0nr-o/s320/DSC03682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381054379490518082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mckay and his proud/scary looking dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1YbyoZysI/AAAAAAAAAyM/GJy7gQtOp3g/s1600-h/DSC03681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1YbyoZysI/AAAAAAAAAyM/GJy7gQtOp3g/s320/DSC03681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381054364248558274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The budding genius and his excited mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1YbcK9O2I/AAAAAAAAAyE/oroevhP6y6Q/s1600-h/DSC03678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1YbcK9O2I/AAAAAAAAAyE/oroevhP6y6Q/s320/DSC03678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381054358219471714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Couldn't take any pictures  without sweet little Lulu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1ZAQjZebI/AAAAAAAAAys/ZO6HgDEE32o/s1600-h/DSC03688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1ZAQjZebI/AAAAAAAAAys/ZO6HgDEE32o/s320/DSC03688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381054990755920306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1Y_5t8VqI/AAAAAAAAAyk/OCYfLFK5Hiw/s1600-h/DSC03684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1Y_5t8VqI/AAAAAAAAAyk/OCYfLFK5Hiw/s320/DSC03684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381054984626132642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1YdDAYqmI/AAAAAAAAAyc/1ugPI4YQkQM/s1600-h/DSC03689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1YdDAYqmI/AAAAAAAAAyc/1ugPI4YQkQM/s320/DSC03689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381054385823984226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe my boy is old enough to go to preschool. Truly, he should be starting 1st grade seeing as he knows as much as them, but that is not how it goes. He was super excited to get dropped off and could have cared left when I left him there. (Gee mom, don't let the door hit you on the way out.)&lt;br /&gt;Mckay will turn 4 this week and the time has gone by so fast it makes my head hurt! My sweet, gorgeous little baby is now a big boy. He amazes me every single day. After I picked him up from school, he was stoked to go home and do his homework. So now every time he has school, we come straight home and do homework. Now if only I can get him to stay like that forever. I loathe the days when I will have to force him to do anything school related. I'm just so relieved that he is excited to learn new things. He wants to know what everything is about. I love that about him. Now if only he could sit still long enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-9025975009081802727?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/9025975009081802727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/09/mckays-1st-day-of-pre-k.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/9025975009081802727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/9025975009081802727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/09/mckays-1st-day-of-pre-k.html' title='Mckay&apos;s 1st day of Pre-K'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1YayWfY4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/9L2mE7GPBFk/s72-c/DSC03677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-1255222067961516371</id><published>2009-09-13T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:34:14.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forest Gump it up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1Uketw5JI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hK656yA15No/s1600-h/DSC03663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1Uketw5JI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hK656yA15No/s400/DSC03663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381050115474646162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tyler, Brett, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt; just after they finished the Half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1Uj8ZsOpI/AAAAAAAAAxs/mh6-pyBiuIQ/s1600-h/DSC03661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1Uj8ZsOpI/AAAAAAAAAxs/mh6-pyBiuIQ/s400/DSC03661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381050106263648914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Navajo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1UjEhJ5CI/AAAAAAAAAxk/wviGOzR9UHY/s1600-h/DSC03658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1UjEhJ5CI/AAAAAAAAAxk/wviGOzR9UHY/s400/DSC03658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381050091262567458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not such a great picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt;, but you get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1UilkCulI/AAAAAAAAAxc/KMBUWHUrmFM/s1600-h/DSC03667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1UilkCulI/AAAAAAAAAxc/KMBUWHUrmFM/s400/DSC03667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381050082953181778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nava&lt;/span&gt;, Brett, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt;, and Tyler. What awesome guys for running Top of Utah. It was all of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;firsts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So this is how it all started....Jeremy and Jake (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nava&lt;/span&gt;) decided they needed to lose a few lbs. and what better way to do it then run a half marathon? Of course there was a bet involved and money exchanged, but whatever it takes! Jeremy had never run or exercised a day in our married life, but he just started running one day. He trained for about 3 months and his time was 1 hr. 50 min. and 22 sec.&lt;br /&gt;That's a pretty sweet time for your first run, so I'm told. He even said he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; kept running after he crossed the finish line. I was and still am so proud of him. He says he is going to run another one down here in Vegas in December with his pals and I am pushing it. I think I might participate on this one too! I have a few days to decide before training starts. I'm kind of a wuss, so I'm still not quite sure. But how awesome would that be if we did it together? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job Jeremy! You rocked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-1255222067961516371?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/1255222067961516371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/09/forest-gump-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1255222067961516371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1255222067961516371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/09/forest-gump-it-up.html' title='Forest Gump it up!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1Uketw5JI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hK656yA15No/s72-c/DSC03663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-228821825214195193</id><published>2009-09-13T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:01:25.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Girls Get Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1OmVX7cWI/AAAAAAAAAws/R2EAf0pcJWA/s1600-h/DSC03598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1OmVX7cWI/AAAAAAAAAws/R2EAf0pcJWA/s320/DSC03598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381043550257115490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who doesn't love cute kids swimmin in their undies? Is that legal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1Ol6xJieI/AAAAAAAAAwk/anOdZ6x7YlA/s1600-h/DSC03593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1Ol6xJieI/AAAAAAAAAwk/anOdZ6x7YlA/s320/DSC03593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381043543115139554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of the gals and some of the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1OlcuGnkI/AAAAAAAAAwc/k_H2B59yrOw/s1600-h/DSC03575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1OlcuGnkI/AAAAAAAAAwc/k_H2B59yrOw/s320/DSC03575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381043535049301570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Tire Brigade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1MpPBNFNI/AAAAAAAAAwU/GU-_Gk-A_gU/s1600-h/DSC03606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1MpPBNFNI/AAAAAAAAAwU/GU-_Gk-A_gU/s320/DSC03606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381041401067541714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Staci, Me, Christi, Katie, and Ashley... Don't we all look pretty dang good for being almost 30?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1Moi3HlbI/AAAAAAAAAwM/HYj1nlbr6DQ/s1600-h/DSC03605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1Moi3HlbI/AAAAAAAAAwM/HYj1nlbr6DQ/s320/DSC03605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381041389214078386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mckay just enjoying a little rope swing action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1MnxXmg4I/AAAAAAAAAwE/iqplLmkpoXc/s1600-h/DSC03602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1MnxXmg4I/AAAAAAAAAwE/iqplLmkpoXc/s320/DSC03602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381041375928550274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The kids loved playing in the tires. Just not when they got hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1MncCSvEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/U-YamXA5Iq4/s1600-h/DSC03583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1MncCSvEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/U-YamXA5Iq4/s320/DSC03583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381041370202029122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhhh.....a boy and his hammock. That's what summer is all about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1Mm5NGsSI/AAAAAAAAAv0/h0IBgniwgwI/s1600-h/DSC03573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1Mm5NGsSI/AAAAAAAAAv0/h0IBgniwgwI/s320/DSC03573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381041360852136226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the High School girls (except for Jaime) were all up in Utah for a bit of summer fun at Ashley's cabin. It was a hot day, we had cake, and the kids even swam in their "fundies" in the river. How great that we are all still friends and can get together every now and then! It's crazy to see how many kids we all have. Man, we are gettin old.&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/1325744758078384611-228821825214195193?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/228821825214195193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/09/girls-get-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/228821825214195193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/228821825214195193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/09/girls-get-together.html' title='Girls Get Together'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1OmVX7cWI/AAAAAAAAAws/R2EAf0pcJWA/s72-c/DSC03598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-1388467539603148420</id><published>2009-09-01T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:18:31.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anual Allphin Camp Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1SLzQbw9I/AAAAAAAAAxU/rjCzKtXicAg/s1600-h/DSC03545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1SLzQbw9I/AAAAAAAAAxU/rjCzKtXicAg/s400/DSC03545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381047492468786130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ashton with no explanation needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sp33sUs_UjI/AAAAAAAAAvs/zZCqkdVjKuI/s1600-h/DSC03550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sp33sUs_UjI/AAAAAAAAAvs/zZCqkdVjKuI/s320/DSC03550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376725870993953330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shelly and Me trying unsuccessfully to start a motor boat. Work it Girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sp33r7J8hOI/AAAAAAAAAvk/aTrjedCh_NI/s1600-h/DSC03543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sp33r7J8hOI/AAAAAAAAAvk/aTrjedCh_NI/s320/DSC03543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376725864136082658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Four wheelers rides were the best. Lauren snoozed in slumber land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sp33rNs7QbI/AAAAAAAAAvc/4onXt8F5R7M/s1600-h/DSC03547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sp33rNs7QbI/AAAAAAAAAvc/4onXt8F5R7M/s320/DSC03547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376725851934769586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazy Cousins playing a matching game. And just rolling around in the dirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sp33ql_JlEI/AAAAAAAAAvU/s7rb3Azfotg/s1600-h/DSC03553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sp33ql_JlEI/AAAAAAAAAvU/s7rb3Azfotg/s320/DSC03553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376725841273787458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Melissa, Jill, and Angie just asking for a tip over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sp33qBLuRSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/goMr_7glnEg/s1600-h/DSC03542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sp33qBLuRSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/goMr_7glnEg/s320/DSC03542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376725831394411810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our sweet little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; out for a stroll on the wheeler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun time we all had on our yearly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Allphin&lt;/span&gt; Kids Family Reunion. There was lots of fun to be had, good food to be eaten, horse shoes to be thrown, and four wheelers to be ridden. Most of you know that I am NOT a fan of camping, but I sucked it up and went along anyway. We all had a great time. Except for Melissa when she found the twins and their tent covered in POO!!! Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;I think we learned some interesting new things about one another and still liked each other regardless. I'm still craving the roasted banana split &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt;. Good thing I had 3 of them! It's just too bad I have to plan the one for next year. I just might have a panic attack in the process. Seven Peaks with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; for the day, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-1388467539603148420?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/1388467539603148420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/09/anual-allphin-camp-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1388467539603148420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1388467539603148420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/09/anual-allphin-camp-out.html' title='Anual Allphin Camp Out'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sq1SLzQbw9I/AAAAAAAAAxU/rjCzKtXicAg/s72-c/DSC03545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-5310749926632843843</id><published>2009-08-22T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:32:59.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mckay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>Talk about Temples!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SpC3lXGFeVI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ywLxN16-Jvk/s1600-h/DSC03055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SpC3lXGFeVI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ywLxN16-Jvk/s200/DSC03055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372996207935584594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mckay has been asked to give a little talk on Temples in Primary tomorrow. I can't believe he is old enough to participate. He has practiced reading his talk all by himself and I just know he is going to do a great job! I am so proud of him and the sweet boy he has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families can be together forever when we are married for time and eternity in the temple.  You can prepare to go to the temple with your family.  When you turn 12, you are able to do baptisms for the dead. You can also prepare to enter the temple before you go on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways we can all prepare to enter the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pray&lt;br /&gt;Pray that when the time comes, you will be worthy to enter the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Count your Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Counting our blessings helps us remember all that Heavenly Father has given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Study Scriptures&lt;br /&gt;Studying the scriptures is another way to learn about God’s teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sing Hymns&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual music helps open our hearts and minds to feel the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Think and Say only positive things&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father is happy when we say nice things to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father wants all of his children to return and live with him again. By going to the temple, we are doing what He has commanded us to do. I know that if we prepare while we are young, we will be ready to enter the Temple one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-5310749926632843843?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/5310749926632843843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/08/talk-about-temples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5310749926632843843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5310749926632843843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/08/talk-about-temples.html' title='Talk about Temples!!!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SpC3lXGFeVI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ywLxN16-Jvk/s72-c/DSC03055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-1745127031263032952</id><published>2009-08-21T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:34:03.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30984148@N03/3284467634/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3656/3284467634_f0bc52f0df.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30984148@N03/3284467634/"&gt;Good Advice&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/30984148@N03/"&gt;The World Without People&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am always looking for good advice and today I saw some quotes that I fell in love with . Here are a few of my favorites that I need to start living by. &lt;br /&gt;1. "When a person shows you who they are, believe them the first time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." -Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." -Plato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "You have two choices in life, you can choose to be happy or you can choose to be unhappy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you mad them feel." -Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any favorites?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-1745127031263032952?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/1745127031263032952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-advice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1745127031263032952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1745127031263032952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-advice.html' title='Good Advice'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3656/3284467634_f0bc52f0df_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-3332931355697510445</id><published>2009-08-19T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:32:28.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SozA8TMMLfI/AAAAAAAAAu4/do9K6ZURkIQ/s1600-h/DSC03418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SozA8TMMLfI/AAAAAAAAAu4/do9K6ZURkIQ/s400/DSC03418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371880597722246642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were so lucky last week to be able to stay at Grandma and Grandpa Allphin's house for a few days. It was great for the kids to spend more time with their grandparents. For those of you who don't know, Mckay's grandpa had polio as a child and so he walks differently than the rest of us. Mckay is so observant and noticed that grandpa was walking silly. So this is what he told grandpa...&lt;br /&gt;Mckay: "Grandpa, let me show you how to walk."&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: "Oh, okay. How am I supposed to walk?"&lt;br /&gt;Mckay: "Like this" (Mckay slowly walks across the room.)&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: "Okay, Let me try." (grandpa held onto the railing and walked a little more straight)&lt;br /&gt;Mckay: "That's it grandpa, I knew you could do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mckay's sweet little eyes, he was helping grandpa  to walk right and I just love that he is so observant to his surroundings. After Jeremy and I were retold the hilarious story I asked Mckay how he thought grandpa walked. He thought about it for a minute then yells, "Like a Penguin." We all got a huge laugh out of it and I know Grandpa Allphin thought it was funny as well. What a silly little guy Mckay is.&lt;br /&gt;We explained to him that when grandpa was sick, the germs attacked his muscles and that he had to learn to walk all over again. Then of course Mckay wanted to know which muscles were hurt and got decayed. I swear I can't explain one thing to him without him going off on something else all together. I love how his little mind works and that he is inquisitive about EVERYTHING!!! I am so lucky to have a little smarty pants who wants to know it all. Plus, I'm glad to know he is always watching and learning. Silly little penguin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-3332931355697510445?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/3332931355697510445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/08/grandpas-little-helper.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3332931355697510445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3332931355697510445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/08/grandpas-little-helper.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Little Helper'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SozA8TMMLfI/AAAAAAAAAu4/do9K6ZURkIQ/s72-c/DSC03418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-238603494207563731</id><published>2009-08-09T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:26:18.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Stinker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eyesofsubmission/890368251/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1429/890368251_997e3f03fa.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sweet little girl Lauren has officially started throwing temper tantrums. I truly don't recall her big brother Mckay having major fits, so this is all new to me. We decided to change her nick name to Miss Piggy because she makes a high pitch squealing noise that makes you want to head for the hills. When she starts in, I want to laugh and cry out of frustration at the same time. Little Stinker. It's a good thing I love her so much because I have been tempted to sell her to the Circus. Sheesh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-238603494207563731?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/238603494207563731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-snit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/238603494207563731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/238603494207563731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-snit.html' title='Little Stinker'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1429/890368251_997e3f03fa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-1981307120430194953</id><published>2009-08-06T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:52:26.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>You can pick your friends...and Raspberries!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SntQ00_BeZI/AAAAAAAAAso/xiJl-m-yoU8/s1600-h/DSC03511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SntQ00_BeZI/AAAAAAAAAso/xiJl-m-yoU8/s320/DSC03511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366972249448479122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have been doing so many fun things this summer and we took yet another trip up to Mt. Charleston for a little hike. There is a little canyon that opens up and a little waterfall spills forth out of the cliffs. We hoofed it up the trail and spotted some wild raspberry bushes along the way. So of course we had to stop and partake!!! We plucked fruit for half and hour and the kids loved it. Lauren was eating raspberries like it was her last meal ever. We gorged ourselves until the Heavens opened and a downpour was upon us. It was so fun to walk/run down the mountain in the rain. After safely making it back to the car, we headed over to the Lodge to further&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuff our faces with their delicious pizza. We sat in the car and ate in the rain. Lovely.  So good to be together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SntPpThnnOI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kdnjHz-58Jc/s1600-h/DSC03510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SntPpThnnOI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kdnjHz-58Jc/s320/DSC03510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366970951976590562" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mayor of Raspberry Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SntPo-HtfOI/AAAAAAAAAsY/jvqaxAU3W8E/s1600-h/DSC03502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SntPo-HtfOI/AAAAAAAAAsY/jvqaxAU3W8E/s320/DSC03502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366970946230779106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and her favorite little girl Lulu! What an oinker. Seriously Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SntPodMu8rI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/h7QvkGoyKHY/s1600-h/DSC03497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SntPodMu8rI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/h7QvkGoyKHY/s320/DSC03497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366970937393476274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Lu. Good thing mom stepped in a fire ant bed and got bit like a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SntPnxhiFeI/AAAAAAAAAsI/6GmWlXd1iM4/s1600-h/DSC03495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SntPnxhiFeI/AAAAAAAAAsI/6GmWlXd1iM4/s320/DSC03495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366970925669553634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Family Shot heard round the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SntPnQ5_wFI/AAAAAAAAAsA/HIRQLpcrgiY/s1600-h/DSC03490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SntPnQ5_wFI/AAAAAAAAAsA/HIRQLpcrgiY/s320/DSC03490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366970916913791058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and the sweeties. Er-maybe not Mckay. He's kind of a stinker.&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/1325744758078384611-1981307120430194953?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/1981307120430194953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-can-pick-your-friendsand.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1981307120430194953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1981307120430194953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-can-pick-your-friendsand.html' title='You can pick your friends...and Raspberries!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SntQ00_BeZI/AAAAAAAAAso/xiJl-m-yoU8/s72-c/DSC03511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-2786741654640566251</id><published>2009-07-26T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:08:24.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Homemade Oreo Delights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33627308@N08/3357021624/"&gt;Oreo Cookies&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/33627308@N08/"&gt;Don Juan Tenorio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33627308@N08/3357021624/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3577/3357021624_ee5bb3d565.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got this recipe from my good friend Kellie so I decided to share it with all of you. These are so delicious and simple to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie:&lt;br /&gt;2 boxes Betty Crocker Devil's Food Cake&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 cubes softened margarine&lt;br /&gt;2 or more Tbls. flour&lt;br /&gt;Roll into small balls and Bake @ 350 8-10 min.&lt;br /&gt;Cool completely on metal rack. Makes 6 dozen single cookies/ 3 dozen oreo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosting:&lt;br /&gt;1 8oz package softened cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;3 cups (more or less) powdered sugar to taste&lt;br /&gt;* Double frosting for more*&lt;br /&gt;Frost one side of cookie then place another cookie on top.  That's it!!  ENJOY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-2786741654640566251?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/2786741654640566251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/homemade-oreo-delights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/2786741654640566251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/2786741654640566251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/homemade-oreo-delights.html' title='Homemade Oreo Delights'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3577/3357021624_ee5bb3d565_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-8797403797039998906</id><published>2009-07-18T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:20:27.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>"High on the Mountain Top"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since it is Death Valley here in Vegas, we decided to try and beat the heat and head out of town.  Mt. Charleston is a meager 29 miles from our front door and we couldn't wait to get up there and out of nightmare Vegas.  After Jeremy was frying his face off in 110 degrees at the Lake, he wanted to cool down in the Mountains. Boy did we get cool, fast.  After eating lunch at Mt. Charleston Lodge, we went on a scenic drive to the Ski Resort. All of a sudden, the skies parted, the thunder rolled, and lightening struck all in one huge force of nature. It was Awesome! The higher in elevation, the gnarlier it got and the temperature cooled off to 50 degrees.  It was so delightful. The windows were rolled down, we were getting wet, but we did not care one little bit.  We have decided that we are going to take a weekly drive up there and spend some quality family time together. While Jeremy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mckay&lt;/span&gt;, and uncle Brian were exploring, a sleeping Lauren and I sat in the car.  I was studying my Primary Lesson and reading my scriptures. I looked out the window and I got such an amazing feeling of the Spirit.  I realized how lucky I was to be there with my little family in such a beautiful place that Heavenly Father created for us.  Not that I didn't know it before, it was just nice to get a little affirmation. I take things for granted sometimes and it's alway good to remember where we came from and why we are here.  All in all, it was a fabulous day and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enjoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; myself immensely!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmKau_ROdpI/AAAAAAAAArQ/huEiH6vY91E/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmKau_ROdpI/AAAAAAAAArQ/huEiH6vY91E/s320/Family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360016638572656274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squeeze shot.  Obviously Mckay did not want his picture taken. Too bad, so sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmKauyq7gpI/AAAAAAAAArI/tWzN6sGZ8lA/s1600-h/Mtn+Crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmKauyq7gpI/AAAAAAAAArI/tWzN6sGZ8lA/s320/Mtn+Crew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360016635190805138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all fun and games until Mom sees the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmKaukpae0I/AAAAAAAAArA/YXHsmJnDVqs/s1600-h/DSC03479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmKaukpae0I/AAAAAAAAArA/YXHsmJnDVqs/s320/DSC03479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360016631426349890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why isn't this lift working? I want to go up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmKauF_J1bI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Q6hdj0Xy_hQ/s1600-h/Mtn.+Climber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmKauF_J1bI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Q6hdj0Xy_hQ/s320/Mtn.+Climber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360016623196034482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;King of the World right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmKavMFTTuI/AAAAAAAAArY/VfAzz5GrmrI/s1600-h/DSC03482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmKavMFTTuI/AAAAAAAAArY/VfAzz5GrmrI/s320/DSC03482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360016642012303074" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extreme sports start early in this here family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-8797403797039998906?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/8797403797039998906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/high-on-mountain-top.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8797403797039998906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8797403797039998906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/high-on-mountain-top.html' title='&quot;High on the Mountain Top&quot;'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmKau_ROdpI/AAAAAAAAArQ/huEiH6vY91E/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-3739078559547078872</id><published>2009-07-17T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:14:19.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy the Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmCwu9Y63xI/AAAAAAAAAp8/VShK9fI0FoA/s1600-h/DSC03456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmCwu9Y63xI/AAAAAAAAAp8/VShK9fI0FoA/s320/DSC03456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359477877370445586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love this picture of Mckay. We were in New Harmony at Trent and Tara's house and Mckay was having a grand old time playing dress up with his cousins. He busted this little number out and I couldn't resist! Jeremy used to get tortured by his sisters and put in drag also. Like father like son? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-3739078559547078872?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/3739078559547078872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/buddy-bride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3739078559547078872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3739078559547078872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/buddy-bride.html' title='Buddy the Bride'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SmCwu9Y63xI/AAAAAAAAAp8/VShK9fI0FoA/s72-c/DSC03456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-161678207079467491</id><published>2009-07-17T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:42:44.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamping?</title><content type='html'>Let me know what ya'll think of my newest Blog design. I was up til 12:00 am trying to figure everything out. It is still a work in progress. I haven't blog forever and I am really needing to keep up on it. It has been like a journal for our family and I need to make it into a book. Keep checking up on us and leaving your sweet comments. Then I'll know I'm doing something right. Thanks a Bunch!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-161678207079467491?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/161678207079467491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/revamping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/161678207079467491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/161678207079467491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/revamping.html' title='Revamping?'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-7208241783136949316</id><published>2009-07-16T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:41:51.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike, you're out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-3yaoT-4I/AAAAAAAAAoo/tlFIM8e5ZEk/s1600-h/DSC03464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-3yaoT-4I/AAAAAAAAAoo/tlFIM8e5ZEk/s320/DSC03464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359204158363925378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's official.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mckay&lt;/span&gt; and I are serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ballers&lt;/span&gt;!!! We had an awesome Mother and Son date today at the good ole bowling league. We did this last year together with our play group and we couldn't pass up having fun bowling again. I didn't actually bowl because I don't like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; myself if I can help it. I truly am the world's worst bowler.  It is gutter ball for me every time. I think I'll stick to the chairs. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mckay&lt;/span&gt; did great and actually won his second round with a whopping score of 80! Maybe there is hope for him yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-3zdKEJfI/AAAAAAAAAo4/CGLIURBPJFI/s1600-h/DSC03472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-3zdKEJfI/AAAAAAAAAo4/CGLIURBPJFI/s320/DSC03472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359204176222234098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lining it up just right on our trusty ramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-3z8_DabI/AAAAAAAAApA/3cRnrG9fK8c/s1600-h/DSC03474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-3z8_DabI/AAAAAAAAApA/3cRnrG9fK8c/s320/DSC03474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359204184765983154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mckay&lt;/span&gt; and his little lady friend Lola. She is GORGEOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-3ywAGnCI/AAAAAAAAAow/P29atzHtAHc/s1600-h/DSC03466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-3ywAGnCI/AAAAAAAAAow/P29atzHtAHc/s320/DSC03466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359204164100856866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Date! What a fun day we shared together.&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/1325744758078384611-7208241783136949316?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/7208241783136949316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/strike-youre-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7208241783136949316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7208241783136949316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/strike-youre-out.html' title='Strike, you&apos;re out!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-3yaoT-4I/AAAAAAAAAoo/tlFIM8e5ZEk/s72-c/DSC03464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-3175477444920925881</id><published>2009-07-16T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:50:48.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-qxsxmt5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/4KTPW3ITWm0/s1600-h/DSC03429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-qxsxmt5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/4KTPW3ITWm0/s320/DSC03429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359189852403709842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-qyS4hteI/AAAAAAAAAoI/WHf1GfLujhg/s1600-h/DSC03428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-qyS4hteI/AAAAAAAAAoI/WHf1GfLujhg/s320/DSC03428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359189862633289186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Sweet Kiddos showing their Patriotism. Brings a tear to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-qy2CpeuI/AAAAAAAAAoY/5otWeJxRZhI/s1600-h/DSC03419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-qy2CpeuI/AAAAAAAAAoY/5otWeJxRZhI/s320/DSC03419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359189872070982370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mckay and those Romer kids. They're the Three Amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-qynEsvpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/WbXEAISAmB4/s1600-h/DSC03415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-qynEsvpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/WbXEAISAmB4/s320/DSC03415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359189868053053074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little precious Lulu. I can't get enough of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-qzVs2ngI/AAAAAAAAAog/HQ7BrMI8IEI/s1600-h/DSC03421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-qzVs2ngI/AAAAAAAAAog/HQ7BrMI8IEI/s320/DSC03421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359189880569503234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole Fam Damily at the Layton Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy, we love the 4th of July!!!! This is our favorite Holiday to celebrate. We so enjoy showing that we love this beautiful country and that we are honored to live here.  We are so grateful for all those that have fought and will continue to fight for our freedom. We truly are a most blessed Nation.&lt;br /&gt;Every year we eat a huge breakfast with the Allphins then head to the Layton parade and carnival.  After that, we went to Grandpa Mead's house for a delicious Bar-b-Que. Later that evening we went to Jill and Nate Pickett's house for some fireworks extravaganza!!! Long live the Funkadelic!!! It's just too bad my sis in law and nephew got burned by some illegal fireworks the neighbors were displaying. Off with their heads!&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great 4th and we loved that we could spend the time in Utah with our wonderful friends and family. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-3175477444920925881?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/3175477444920925881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-yankee-doodle-dandy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3175477444920925881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3175477444920925881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-yankee-doodle-dandy.html' title='I&apos;m a Yankee Doodle Dandy'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-qxsxmt5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/4KTPW3ITWm0/s72-c/DSC03429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-1242619063852302653</id><published>2009-07-16T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:54:48.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought Dinosaurs were extinct...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-RxslM0TI/AAAAAAAAAn4/UMh6GmrLzdk/s1600-h/DSC03245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-RxslM0TI/AAAAAAAAAn4/UMh6GmrLzdk/s320/DSC03245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359162364560986418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby and Mckay doing what they do best. Being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-RxEBq2sI/AAAAAAAAAnw/XYPz_AbgSB8/s1600-h/DSC03228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-RxEBq2sI/AAAAAAAAAnw/XYPz_AbgSB8/s320/DSC03228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359162353674541762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is that a Dinosaur in the picture? No, it's just Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-Rw6qeHpI/AAAAAAAAAno/_qevcBzdW6g/s1600-h/DSC03250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-Rw6qeHpI/AAAAAAAAAno/_qevcBzdW6g/s320/DSC03250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359162351161319058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Should've left them in the pin. Dang kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-RwRsfmII/AAAAAAAAAng/eQT_x9y4t5g/s1600-h/DSC03231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-RwRsfmII/AAAAAAAAAng/eQT_x9y4t5g/s320/DSC03231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359162340163950722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mckay and Mr. Wooly. Kind of resembles Dad when he thinks he needs to grow a beard. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-RwBqVicI/AAAAAAAAAnY/OYefhn-5kl8/s1600-h/DSC03229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-RwBqVicI/AAAAAAAAAnY/OYefhn-5kl8/s320/DSC03229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359162335859935682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We had a blast a few months ago when we were in Utah and I am just now getting to posting pictures of said fun. Mckay and I had a date and went to the Ogden Dino Park with our totally awesome friends the Romers and Reavely's.  It was Mckay's first time and he was loving it. He loved digging for Dinosaur bones and digging up caterpillars, apparently. I can remember going to the Park when I was little and It brought back memories of my youth. That's pretty hard to do now that I am an old married lady. How fun to be able to take my children to go and do some of the same stuff I did growing up. What a blessing. I miss O-Town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-1242619063852302653?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/1242619063852302653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-thought-dinosaurs-were-extinct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1242619063852302653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1242619063852302653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-thought-dinosaurs-were-extinct.html' title='I thought Dinosaurs were extinct...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Sl-RxslM0TI/AAAAAAAAAn4/UMh6GmrLzdk/s72-c/DSC03245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-4158693029945950437</id><published>2009-06-14T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:47:47.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is how we do it!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjV-qlAVnEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/RXnlDRcyl6s/s1600-h/DSC03288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjV-qlAVnEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/RXnlDRcyl6s/s320/DSC03288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347319402525465666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just after my first helicopter ride. I felt like I was on "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bachelorette&lt;/span&gt;" being flown to some secluded spot for an awesome date. It turned out to be kind of true actually. No roses were involved however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjV-rA5rheI/AAAAAAAAAmM/-JE2-nwy2Cw/s1600-h/DSC03287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjV-rA5rheI/AAAAAAAAAmM/-JE2-nwy2Cw/s320/DSC03287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347319410013734370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing with my new favorite past time.  Jeremy needs to become a millionaire and buy me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjV-q1gwufI/AAAAAAAAAmE/MASgAIyqbcU/s1600-h/DSC03284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjV-q1gwufI/AAAAAAAAAmE/MASgAIyqbcU/s320/DSC03284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347319406956427762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The houseboat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heli&lt;/span&gt;. Couldn't ask for anything sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun, fun weekend. Jeremy set off for Lake Powell and deserted me and the kiddos. Bummer. However, I got bored and decided to go visit family in St. George on Friday. When I got there, I called my nieces and bribed them with some cold hard cash to babysit so I could go surprise Jeremy in Powell. I'm not usually Ms. Spontaneous, but I figured better late than never. So I hoped back in the car and drove myself into the sunset. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wahweap&lt;/span&gt; I mean)  I'm so glad I went. We got to stay on this AMAZING houseboat, Helicopter included. I couldn't believe our luck. I am so glad Jeremy is so nice and made friends with the owner. It was so great to kick back, soak up some sun, and spend quality time with Jeremy. Not to mention about a million other people. There was a professional wake board competition going on called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brostock&lt;/span&gt;. It's basically a bunch of dudes/posse who wake board or pretend to.  There were about 20 houseboats lined up in a row to celebrate the weekend. I met a lot of interesting people to say the least. But we made a ton of new friends and will hopefully get invited back next time. What a blast.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjV-rlLzPEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/hpVheZy2LT0/s1600-h/DSC03283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjV-rlLzPEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/hpVheZy2LT0/s320/DSC03283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347319419753413698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Captain&lt;/span&gt;. Just living the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjV-rQN1o0I/AAAAAAAAAmU/y6bKawHhnSU/s1600-h/DSC03264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjV-rQN1o0I/AAAAAAAAAmU/y6bKawHhnSU/s320/DSC03264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347319414124815170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjV-rlLzPEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/hpVheZy2LT0/s1600-h/DSC03283.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-4158693029945950437?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/4158693029945950437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-how-we-do-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4158693029945950437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4158693029945950437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-how-we-do-it.html' title='&quot;This is how we do it!&quot;'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjV-qlAVnEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/RXnlDRcyl6s/s72-c/DSC03288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-5000497415387585671</id><published>2009-06-10T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:08:47.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I love about Mckay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAgoi2G5OI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5MthVI8qTaE/s1600-h/DSC03078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAgoi2G5OI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5MthVI8qTaE/s400/DSC03078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345808638609384674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He is potty trained.  2. He sings Lauren I am a Child of God every night before bed.  3. He tells us he loves us at random times every day.  4. He is super smart.  5. He loves to do "Family Kiss".&lt;br /&gt;6. He knows how to Google.  7. He is a Detective just like his Mom.  8. He loves his Sunbeam class and looks forward to going to church every week.  9. He has Treasures that he loves.   10. He is a sweet boy who loves life and is not afraid to learn about everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-5000497415387585671?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/5000497415387585671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-things-i-love-about-mckay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5000497415387585671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5000497415387585671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-things-i-love-about-mckay.html' title='10 things I love about Mckay'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAgoi2G5OI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5MthVI8qTaE/s72-c/DSC03078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-921134424907793209</id><published>2009-06-10T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:03:07.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><title type='text'>10 things I love about Lauren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAfUs7EU9I/AAAAAAAAAkU/g2Wtj1tnHDc/s1600-h/DSC03081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAfUs7EU9I/AAAAAAAAAkU/g2Wtj1tnHDc/s400/DSC03081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345807198205531090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She wakes up with a smile and a snuggle every morning.  2. She has to put on her ladybug necklace and ankle bracelets first thing.  3. She gives the best open mouth kisses.  4. She loves to follow around big brother Mckay all day.  5. She takes really long naps.  6. She always has a smile on her face.  7. She loves to dance.  8. She is starting to sign words like baby, mom, dad, dog, wind, all done.   9. She loves to hop in the shower and pretend to soap up.  10. She never fails to make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-921134424907793209?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/921134424907793209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-things-i-love-about-lauren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/921134424907793209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/921134424907793209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-things-i-love-about-lauren.html' title='10 things I love about Lauren'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAfUs7EU9I/AAAAAAAAAkU/g2Wtj1tnHDc/s72-c/DSC03081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-7949514316858001830</id><published>2009-06-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:51:49.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Out on the Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAaFOwzdZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/g3a2VY2v-aU/s1600-h/DSC03190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAaFOwzdZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/g3a2VY2v-aU/s320/DSC03190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345801434853242258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided one evening to take the kids out and see the water show at the Bellagio down on the strip. Jeremy and I were craving Serendipity 3 for the second time that week and thought it would be a fun place to take the kiddos. I normally loathe taking the kids to eat, but we had a blast. The atmosphere there is so fun and relaxing so it was great. The music was playing so Mckay just had to dance around our table, much to the amusement of the other patrons. After stuffing our faces, we walked around the grounds a bit and waited for the show at Bellagio. Now, I love people watching and the Las Vegas strip is the perfect place for it. You see all walks of life down there.&lt;br /&gt;Right when it was getting dusk, the show started. The kids loved it! Mckay and Lauren kept clapping and dancing. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We met a family from Brazil and Mckay started asking them if they spoke Spanish. He then counted to 20 for them in Espanol and they counted for him in Portugese. He loved it. It was so fun to meet this family and learn about their lifestyle. It was great for Mckay because they were teaching him some new lingo. Later, when we were walking back to the car, some older ladies noticed Lauren, picked her up and starting talking to her in Spanish. Mckay asked them where they were from and of course they were from Mexico. These grannies were loving on the kids and Mckay loved telling them his numbers and colors in Spanish. It was such a fun night and I just love meeting new people and finding out where they are from.&lt;br /&gt;I love doing things together as a family, and we need to come up with some more fun things to do. We are really lucky to have one another and have a dad who is around a lot and can take us to do fun things.  But I think I'll skip the restaurant part. It usually ends up in tears and chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAaEzQol1I/AAAAAAAAAjs/IAU1tMa5yLg/s1600-h/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAaEzQol1I/AAAAAAAAAjs/IAU1tMa5yLg/s320/DSC03180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345801427470554962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Mckay being his silly little self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAaFw2l7_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/7ZwyxLvusLU/s1600-h/DSC03192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAaFw2l7_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/7ZwyxLvusLU/s320/DSC03192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345801444004327410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Mama and Mckay hamming it up.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAaFT4un9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/TkIWp_Ccl9w/s1600-h/DSC03194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAaFT4un9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/TkIWp_Ccl9w/s320/DSC03194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345801436228657106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Out for a stroll with Daddy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAaFpzWXyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/XN93akv3Og8/s1600-h/DSC03197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAaFpzWXyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/XN93akv3Og8/s320/DSC03197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345801442111676194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Our new friends.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-7949514316858001830?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/7949514316858001830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-on-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7949514316858001830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7949514316858001830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-on-town.html' title='Out on the Town'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SjAaFOwzdZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/g3a2VY2v-aU/s72-c/DSC03190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-7201981052227061839</id><published>2009-06-09T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:25:27.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>7 Year Itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Si6bcg4vnmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vwheB7yjkH0/s1600-h/summer+fun+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Si6bcg4vnmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vwheB7yjkH0/s320/summer+fun+2008+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345380721901936226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our 6th Anniversary. Jeremy serenaded me with Keane at Planet Hollywood. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Si6bcVr5p3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Md5JUwdonfQ/s1600-h/November+2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Si6bcVr5p3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Md5JUwdonfQ/s320/November+2008+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345380718895277938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I love you. No, I love you!" Cheesy pictures are a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Si6bbz2V5GI/AAAAAAAAAi0/pKcu3G96jaY/s1600-h/DSC03136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Si6bbz2V5GI/AAAAAAAAAi0/pKcu3G96jaY/s320/DSC03136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345380709812266082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7 years and counting. Jeremy got a wild hair and decided to shave his head. Um, not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I have been married 7 years. I swear I am not old enough to be a wife and mother and be a responsible adult. Surely this is true? The time has gone by so fast it makes my head spin. In our 7 years Jeremy and I have lived in a Haunted House, lived in my Grandma's house, fixed up a bank repo slasher house, lived in Arizona, and now live in Vegas. I have suffered through 2 miscarriages, but have gotten 2 wonderful kiddos as well who we love and adore.  We have gone on 2 cruises, Sun Valley, lots of vacations to Phoenix, back to Utah, and have an upcoming trip to Disneyland. We live an interesting life and have had a blast doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, who can honestly say their husband accidentally had an "accident" on their wife in the shower on their honeymoon? (There was a Mexican borne illness involved!) Being married to Jeremy, my life is NEVER ordinary. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I think Heavenly Father had someone special in mind for me and he sent me Jeremy. He came into my life at just the right time. Jeremy has had to be very patient with me get to the layers underneath my tough shell. He had his work cut out for him. He saw something special in me and helped me to expand my good qualities. I'm so glad he didn't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to be married to him and I love him very much. He is my best friend and I love that I can tell him anything and he has to listen! We have some great memories together and I know we will have lots more. Here's to another awesome 7 years and more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-7201981052227061839?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/7201981052227061839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-year-itch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7201981052227061839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7201981052227061839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-year-itch.html' title='7 Year Itch'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/Si6bcg4vnmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vwheB7yjkH0/s72-c/summer+fun+2008+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-4153085294187127098</id><published>2009-05-25T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:03:19.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mckay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smart'/><title type='text'>Our Little Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/ShsRvi4ImNI/AAAAAAAAAis/nlTLG0b_Z7o/s1600-h/DSC03103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/ShsRvi4ImNI/AAAAAAAAAis/nlTLG0b_Z7o/s400/DSC03103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339881291691628754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you that know me or read my neglected Blog, know that I totally brag about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mckay&lt;/span&gt; and his many educational skills. He is exceptionally smart and we are so proud of him. Lately, we have been having him learn to write. He wrote his name all by himself and he was so excited about it! I have been trying to find him a good preschool here in Vegas and have been having a tough time deciding what to do. I found a lady who teaches in her home and she wanted to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mckay&lt;/span&gt; since I was telling her about how gifted he is. She was blown away by how much he knows for how young he is. She has a daughter who is gifted and suggested I have him tested too. Sadly, they don't test kids under 7 years so we will have to wait until he is older.She told us he is reading on at least a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade level, if not older.  It's crazy how smart he is. I keep saying it, but it's true! He knows all his states, most of the capitals, and now he is learning the Countries too. We ask him where a country is on the map and he points to it. It's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;We were downtown the other night and met an awesome family from Brazil. I had them ask him where that was and he informs us it's in South America. Then he starts reeling off other countries in South America. They were amazed. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that he loves to learn. He asked me what the black part of my eye was and I told him to Google it on the computer. He typed in Human Eye and up popped a diagram of an eye. He read and memorized all the parts and he could tell you all about your eye! I am wondering where in the heck this kid came from? We are really blessed to have him and we continue to learn new and exciting things along with him. Let's hope he keeps this thirst for knowledge forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-4153085294187127098?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/4153085294187127098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-budding-writer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4153085294187127098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4153085294187127098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-budding-writer.html' title='Our Little Genius'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/ShsRvi4ImNI/AAAAAAAAAis/nlTLG0b_Z7o/s72-c/DSC03103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-2028487281133069862</id><published>2009-05-25T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:41:04.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><title type='text'>This Babe is Made for Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-62f593132fb52561" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62f593132fb52561%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331679271%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D531734146D3E68F021E617C0AE16AF5F5BD0B6A0.427A8AAE7DDD72B00406CE6C13C237FD3A962A17%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62f593132fb52561%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmBhL8JJf87wBID4cuVdYCYzpqTs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62f593132fb52561%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331679271%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D531734146D3E68F021E617C0AE16AF5F5BD0B6A0.427A8AAE7DDD72B00406CE6C13C237FD3A962A17%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62f593132fb52561%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmBhL8JJf87wBID4cuVdYCYzpqTs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is such a seasoned pro in the walking department. She started walking around Mother's Day and she hasn't stopped since. She is now trying to walk down the stairs instead of crawling. Yeah right Sis, not on your little life. I'm not ready to have a fun ER visit!&lt;br /&gt;She has these sweet little ankle bracelets that jingle when she walks and she has to wear them every day. She loves them. It's been a blast having her walk everywhere and not ruin the knees of all her adorable clothes. Yes! She always had to have on her ladybug necklace too. Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-2028487281133069862?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=62f593132fb52561&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/2028487281133069862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-babe-is-made-for-walking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/2028487281133069862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/2028487281133069862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-babe-is-made-for-walking.html' title='This Babe is Made for Walking'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-8850007432881303761</id><published>2009-05-05T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:13:09.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls just want to have fun...and throw up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgEbRe4kugI/AAAAAAAAAg4/EtnH1AWlwGk/s1600-h/DSC03077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgEbRe4kugI/AAAAAAAAAg4/EtnH1AWlwGk/s320/DSC03077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332573420945455618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visiting the gorgeous San Diego Temple. I was totally sick and felt like crap. Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgEbRG50iKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dhPi_dGZXm8/s1600-h/DSC03071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgEbRG50iKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dhPi_dGZXm8/s320/DSC03071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332573414508234914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley, Christi, and Me shoving our faces full of Gelato. MMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgEbQ79p7-I/AAAAAAAAAgo/HMH2jD7mxIQ/s1600-h/DSC03053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgEbQ79p7-I/AAAAAAAAAgo/HMH2jD7mxIQ/s320/DSC03053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332573411571527650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katie, Me, and Christi squeezed into the back seat. We were low riders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgEbQrQql6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/QxdplrVf6dc/s1600-h/n1073196895_399873_2941638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgEbQrQql6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/QxdplrVf6dc/s320/n1073196895_399873_2941638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332573407087859618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley, Me, Katie, Jaime, Christi, and Staci...wishing for the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgEbQtCaKPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/s_b8amETbeY/s1600-h/n1073196895_399877_3739682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgEbQtCaKPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/s_b8amETbeY/s320/n1073196895_399877_3739682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332573407564933362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Gals at Jaime's shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally happened. The BHS Gals of '98 got together for the first time since High School. That is 11 years people! Ashley, Jaime, Katie, Christi, Staci and I hopped on some planes and headed to San Diego for a little relaxer. No Kids, No Husbands, No Shortage of Shopping. And no money by the time we came home to our various destinations. It was so fun to get together and see how much our lives have changed in the last 11 years. There are 12 &amp;amp;1/2 kids between us all, including one set of twins. (Jaime is preggers and only counts as a half.) One new brunette (Ashley), a couple of new do's ( Katie) and Jaime has the same exact hair since High School. We all look the same, just a few more wrinkles, a few more lbs. and hopefully a few more brain cells!&lt;br /&gt;We arrived Thursday afternoon and headed straight for sustenance. Food and Shopping of course! We shopped around San Diego on Friday, picked up Ashley and headed to Coronado. Beautiful!!! Too bad is was cloudy and cold though. The condo is 11 floors up and right on the beach. It was so great to wake up, look out the window and hear the wavs crashing against the beach. I could have stayed there forever.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we went to a baby shower for Jaime and showered her with darling gifts. She is having a girl, so we needed to spoil her of course. We ate more delectable food items, shopped some more and headed out for a night on the town. There was some drama involved (we are girls of course), tears were shed, emotions ran high, but we pulled through and had a nice dinner. Or so we thought... Ashley and I decided it would be awesome to get the stomach flu/ food poisioning, throw up all night and ly in bed our whole last day of vacation. Good times. I will never be able to look at another salad and think happy thoughts again. But we still had a good time, talked about old times, and made some new memories. Sounds like a good Vacation to me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-8850007432881303761?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/8850007432881303761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/05/girls-just-want-to-have-funand-throw-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8850007432881303761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8850007432881303761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/05/girls-just-want-to-have-funand-throw-up.html' title='Girls just want to have fun...and throw up?'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgEbRe4kugI/AAAAAAAAAg4/EtnH1AWlwGk/s72-c/DSC03077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-1683266492080501722</id><published>2009-05-05T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:18:43.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late, but worth the wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgD5jLxUBJI/AAAAAAAAAfw/PiRSj4P7iiI/s1600-h/Lauren+1st0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgD5jLxUBJI/AAAAAAAAAfw/PiRSj4P7iiI/s320/Lauren+1st0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332536341657027730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgD5jX-RPxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5OEVPlrEkJA/s1600-h/Lauren+1st0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgD5jX-RPxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5OEVPlrEkJA/s320/Lauren+1st0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332536344932597522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We call Lauren Lulu bug so it was fitting she got a Lady bug cake. I was going to make it, but I was too lazy so she got a special store cake instead. It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgD5kTsltjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ZS1yYA3idDc/s1600-h/Lauren+1st0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgD5kTsltjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ZS1yYA3idDc/s320/Lauren+1st0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332536360964568626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was not in the mood for cake. I was so planning on her digging in, but she was not having it. Too many people, too much noise, too much Birthday for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgD5j01q8SI/AAAAAAAAAgA/NUp8-Ne629c/s1600-h/Lauren+1st0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgD5j01q8SI/AAAAAAAAAgA/NUp8-Ne629c/s320/Lauren+1st0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332536352681160994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her first dolly! She was so excited to open her doll. It even smelled like a new baby. How do they do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgD5klbkM0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KViThapnQfY/s1600-h/Lauren+1st0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgD5klbkM0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KViThapnQfY/s320/Lauren+1st0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332536365725004610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and Lu just going for a stroll. So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my darling little girl in one year old. This past year has flown by so fast. I can still picture Jeremy, Mckay and Me driving to Utah just so we could have the good Dr. Healy deliver her. I was being induced and I was planning on Saturday being the day. We were driving up on Wednesday and I was laying in the back seat big, fat, and pregnant. I called the Dr's office to check in and Mary (the nurse) informed me that Dr. Healy wanted to take the weekend off and could I please be at the Hospital at 7:00am the following morning and have my baby then?????? What???? I was not prepared! I still had two days to even think of getting up in the stirrups and you want me to go tomorrow? Uh, okay.&lt;br /&gt;It was a surprise to everyone that we were headed up there, and I guess I needed to get a little surprise too. She is definitely worth it! Lauren has been such a delight to us. She is the smiliest, happiest, silliest little baby ever. Even though she has NO TEETH and is 13 months old, she will eat anything in sight. If she sees you with food, she wants it and she will let you know it!&lt;br /&gt;She can walk, talk, and sign at least 10 words. She is following in her brothers foot steps and I hope she is going to be a little smarty pants also. She says "thank you, love you, mom, dad, and dog". Lauren loves to dance and she loves to play with her big brother. We are so blessed to have her sweet little spirit and she makes me smile all day. This year has just been great getting to see her little personality come out. I love it! We love our little bug Lauren and are so proud of her. Happy Birthday. (a month late, but whatever).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-1683266492080501722?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/1683266492080501722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-late-but-worth-wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1683266492080501722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1683266492080501722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-late-but-worth-wait.html' title='A little late, but worth the wait'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SgD5jLxUBJI/AAAAAAAAAfw/PiRSj4P7iiI/s72-c/Lauren+1st0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-5014264007186151488</id><published>2009-04-22T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:01:28.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-49e1c4067b30a6e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D49e1c4067b30a6e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331679271%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81EEBE8DB8419819931A04A18FAFD775033826C4.425619710D66AC1039D23F496220989AD99F1C54%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D49e1c4067b30a6e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3hJzSLWP4byendi_KnsyAQDcT_E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D49e1c4067b30a6e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331679271%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81EEBE8DB8419819931A04A18FAFD775033826C4.425619710D66AC1039D23F496220989AD99F1C54%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D49e1c4067b30a6e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3hJzSLWP4byendi_KnsyAQDcT_E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;So Mckay and Uncle Kevin thought it would be a brilliant idea to have a swim in the lake.  Mckay was loving this idea until he touched the water. He did not like it. It was Freezing. So cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-5014264007186151488?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=49e1c4067b30a6e7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/5014264007186151488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5014264007186151488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5014264007186151488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe-not.html' title='Maybe Not'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-8464207824383651213</id><published>2009-04-09T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:14:56.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglect</title><content type='html'>I am horribly in need of updating the old Blog. We just had Lauren's 1st Birthday and I am in the process of downloading pics. Stay tuned....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-8464207824383651213?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/8464207824383651213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/04/neglect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8464207824383651213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8464207824383651213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/04/neglect.html' title='Neglect'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-1847746872402666657</id><published>2009-02-19T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:01:42.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>I got this tag from my friend Brian and I always think about pet peeves in my head and never write them down. Well now I have and whoever reads this post, consider yourself tagged. I want to hear what peeves you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It drives me crazy when someone texts you like 5 times, then you go to call them and finish the conversation and they don't pick up. Then you get a text from them that says, "sorry, can't talk right now." Wait pal, you just text me 10 times! How can you not talk? What were we just doing?&lt;br /&gt;2. Bad Grammar. I am very particular about language. I can't stand it when  people say, "we was at the store, or I ain't that tired, or their sick (it should be they're). I'm sorry, but it's like nails on a chalk board.&lt;br /&gt;3. When someone has to disagree with everything you say. You are telling them something, then they correct you or argue with you. I do it sometimes, I'm sorry.  Just let me say my piece and don't argue please.&lt;br /&gt;4. When people chew gum like they were cows chewing cud. It is so gross. I chew gum, but quietly.  This goes for Britney Spears chewing gum in EVERY interview she has. Have a mint please.&lt;br /&gt;5. Is it really necessary to talk throughout the whole movie? Or to ask questions about the movie whilst watching it? You will figure it out if you would just be quiet and focus.&lt;br /&gt;6. When people (names are with held) who leave empty cartons, pop cans, cereal boxes, on the counter. The garbage can is 2 steps away and serves a purpose. That also goes for leaving your cereal bowl in the sink instead of putting it in the dishwasher. It doesn't need to soak for a year, just open the door and shove it in. It's not rocket science.&lt;br /&gt;7. Why is it that every time I go to Walmart, I see at least 4 people waltzing around in their pajamas? You have clothes, wear them.&lt;br /&gt;8. People who are stuck in an era. Please don't wear your shoulder pad  blazer ever again. The rat tail is so not happenin. The 80's/early 90's clothes were not cool. Please do not revisit. Look around you. See what people are wearing. Get rid of the clothes you had before you left on your mission. No more shark tooth necklace. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;9. When people knowingly bring their sick kids/themselves around you. I love you and want to play, but not with your germs.&lt;br /&gt;10. When people answer their phones or text at restaurants. It is so rude and inconsiderate. If you are not a Doctor, your call is not important to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it. I'm not trying to be mean, these are just things that bug me. If you are guilty of one of these peeves ( I have been), I still love you! I know I peeve people off and sorry if I do it. But that's half the fun:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-1847746872402666657?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/1847746872402666657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/pet-peeves.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1847746872402666657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1847746872402666657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-6793010491861339743</id><published>2009-02-19T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:34:48.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have lift off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZ3ql1pZT3I/AAAAAAAAAek/cMNWT1MuqcU/s1600-h/DSC02906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZ3ql1pZT3I/AAAAAAAAAek/cMNWT1MuqcU/s400/DSC02906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304653871889076082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have been potty training Mckay a long time ago, but I finally accomplished it this past week. Um, it was super easy and now I feel silly that it took me this long to do it. I know if I would have pushed him and not been so lazy, it would have happened months ago. Oh well. He was doing awesome doing his #1 business, but was having problems with the other.  A week later, he did # 2 and I made a huge deal of it. Then yesterday, I was putting Lauren down for a nap and he came upstairs holing his underooskies (that's what he calls his underwear). He informs me that he pooped in the potty and needed me to clean him. So I ran downstairs and sure enough there was a lurker in the pot. I couldn't believe it! He had gone in by himself, did the deed, then came to tell me about it! I was so stoked and made the biggest deal out of it. He was so happy as you can see from the picture. Of course he pooped his pants that afternoon, but whatever. At least we got a good one. Hooray for Mckay! What a little sweetheart, and what a good boy. Love you Bud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-6793010491861339743?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/6793010491861339743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-have-lift-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6793010491861339743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6793010491861339743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-have-lift-off.html' title='We have lift off'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZ3ql1pZT3I/AAAAAAAAAek/cMNWT1MuqcU/s72-c/DSC02906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-4540924393704355343</id><published>2009-02-17T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:29:22.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wise Man Built His House Upon the Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZtS990DHvI/AAAAAAAAAeM/FO1hynsja1g/s1600-h/DSC02791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZtS990DHvI/AAAAAAAAAeM/FO1hynsja1g/s320/DSC02791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303924210677260018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way to sunny Phoenix, we had to make the necessary pit stops. There's this awesome site off the beaten path where we decided to have our break. There was an enormous pile of rocks that we had to scale and have a photo op. Mckay climbed to the top and waited for us to catch him in action. I thought I was going to break my ankle, but I was spared that outcome. Since Jeremy looked like a Mountain Man, it was only fitting that he would cart all of us to the top of the heap. The sun was setting just right in order for us to get some cute pictures. I think they turned out adorable.  But I'm definitely no "Wise Man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZtS-NNGf4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/F_Xna85i16E/s1600-h/DSC02796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZtS-NNGf4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/F_Xna85i16E/s320/DSC02796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303924214808870786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crew chillin at the top, posing for mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZtR6lHeDbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/eHlYRXHoTZY/s1600-h/DSC02802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZtR6lHeDbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/eHlYRXHoTZY/s320/DSC02802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303923052996595122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of me and Lauren. The lighting is good and I love the blue background.  We had a fun half an hour taking our break, changing bums, and snacking. I (mostly) love family road trips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-4540924393704355343?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/4540924393704355343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/wise-man-built-his-house-upon-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4540924393704355343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4540924393704355343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/wise-man-built-his-house-upon-rocks.html' title='The Wise Man Built His House Upon the Rocks'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZtS990DHvI/AAAAAAAAAeM/FO1hynsja1g/s72-c/DSC02791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-6124859817379203681</id><published>2009-02-17T11:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:23:08.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got my truck, Got my kids, I'm ready to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZsNnLG90zI/AAAAAAAAAd0/FmySCctkul0/s1600-h/DSC02909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZsNnLG90zI/AAAAAAAAAd0/FmySCctkul0/s400/DSC02909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303847952806957874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we are selling our truck, Jeremy got it all spiffed up and washed. The kids were "helping" him and were playing in the back. Lauren is such a smiley gal and just loved messing around. I love her so much and love her gummy smile. She is always smiling, except of course when Mckay is beating her up. Mckay loves adventures and being the center of attention. They sure are silly little things. We have been spending a lot of time as a family this past weekend and I love it! We are always glad when Daddy's here. Especially the kiddos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-6124859817379203681?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/6124859817379203681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-my-truck-got-my-kids-im-ready-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6124859817379203681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6124859817379203681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-my-truck-got-my-kids-im-ready-to-go.html' title='Got my truck, Got my kids, I&apos;m ready to go'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZsNnLG90zI/AAAAAAAAAd0/FmySCctkul0/s72-c/DSC02909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-141809668228304792</id><published>2009-02-17T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:16:27.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZsMIe5TnOI/AAAAAAAAAds/tKnWEOdYNas/s1600-h/DSC02870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZsMIe5TnOI/AAAAAAAAAds/tKnWEOdYNas/s400/DSC02870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303846326030802146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oddly enough, we have been getting a lot of rain here in good old Vegas. I for one am loving it.  We have spent a lot of time indoors as a family just snuggling on the couch, watching movies, and eating yummy food. It's been so great because even Jeremy could be here with us. When we were getting in the car to go run some errands, we heard this splashing noise. Before we could get to Mckay, he was drenched from puddle jumping. He was running up and down our driveway soaking himself. Of course he didn't have any rain boots on, so he was ruining his new shoes. It was so cold and he stopped all of a sudden and ran up to the door because he "was so freezing cold." I'm just glad we got some cute shots before he ran back inside.  He's a funny one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-141809668228304792?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/141809668228304792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/singing-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/141809668228304792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/141809668228304792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/singing-in-rain.html' title='Singing in the Rain'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZsMIe5TnOI/AAAAAAAAAds/tKnWEOdYNas/s72-c/DSC02870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-8700543233055184631</id><published>2009-02-12T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:20:24.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inkysquid/395970514/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/395970514_e387b877e5.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We go together like a horse and carriage." I hardly ever blog about me and Jeremy, so in honor of Valentine's Day I felt I should tell a little bit of our story...&lt;br /&gt;We were set up on a blind date and we hit it off right at the first. He did think I looked like a stuck up snot, because I was dressed all cute and sassy. I thought he looked like a random skater and I was wondering who this weird kid was. Both assumptions were only partly true.  We walked around the Gateway then went to dinner at Tucci's Restaurant in SLC. We started flirting really hard at dinner and that's when we realized our sense of humors were a lot alike. Jeremy is really funny and I like to think that I am too. We had a great time. Then we went for ice cream at Snelgroves and that's when I decided I wanted to see him again. When he dropped me off he had to ask me for my phone number since we were set up and he didn't have it. He still has the piece of paper I wrote it on. It's in his wallet. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;He told me he'd call me, hugged me, and left. Right after he left I called Matt and Christi Mueller(that's who set us up) and left a message on their answering machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, going on and on about how great he was. I was blabbing about "How Darling" he was, and how funny he was, and what a great time I had. I  really wish Christi would have kept that tape because it would have been so great to listen to it again.&lt;br /&gt;So when Jeremy got home and called Christi to get the scoop, she played the message for him. I was so embarrassed! But it worked.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy was not like any guy I had ever dated so it was a little shock to everyone that I actually ended up marrying him. I mean, the kid wore baby blue pants, a yellow shirt, and black skate shoes on our first date. COME ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;We dated for a few more months and then got engaged. Jeremy proposed to me at the same restaurant that we ate at on our first date. He even got the same waiter as the first time. He asked Brother Benson from his ward to come and serenade me with his violin before he got down on his knee and proposed. Of course, the whole place was staring at us and I was a little shy. But I did say yes so that was good for him.&lt;br /&gt;We have now been married for six and a half years and it has been an eventful ride with plenty of ups and downs. But I am so lucky to have him!&lt;br /&gt;Not only is he a great husband, but he is a wonderful dad. I know that he loves us and I never have to question that. He is hard working (and hard playing), honest, silly, loyal, playful, funny, and the list goes on. He married me despite all my  many faults and he continues to love me still. Jeremy is such a great dad and he helps me out a ton with the kiddos. He has never had a problem bathing, changing, or feeding them.  I am grateful that he comes from such a large family and is not scared of any of that stuff. He dives in head first and is not afraid to get a little dirty.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed to have him and our two sweet little babies in my life. I don't know what I did to have such great blessings, but I'm glad I do.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to my Valentine and I hope to have lots of years left with him. (Ask me that again in another six years and it might be a different story!) I love you Babe and you are great!!!! Happy Valentine's Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-8700543233055184631?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/8700543233055184631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-and-marriage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8700543233055184631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8700543233055184631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-and-marriage.html' title='Love and Marriage'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/395970514_e387b877e5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-6707770220544698915</id><published>2009-02-12T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:40:00.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZSXLzApX2I/AAAAAAAAAdk/AMSJXoNGCm4/s1600-h/DSC02876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZSXLzApX2I/AAAAAAAAAdk/AMSJXoNGCm4/s400/DSC02876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this gem of a guy is my husband. He shaved his beard and left this awesome mustache. Ummm, not so hot.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-6707770220544698915?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/6707770220544698915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6707770220544698915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6707770220544698915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously.html' title='Seriously????'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZSXLzApX2I/AAAAAAAAAdk/AMSJXoNGCm4/s72-c/DSC02876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-6047130410545315038</id><published>2009-02-11T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:31:49.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leprechaun Bonanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sbritt/422843122/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/131/422843122_826e5b71f2.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sbritt/422843122/"&gt;Leprechaun Bonanza&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sbritt/"&gt;S.britt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was getting a little tired of all the Valentines Day Hub Bub, so I decided to do St. Patrick's Day early this year. My ultimate dream vacation would be to visit Ireland, so it's on my mind lately. I have always wanted to see the rolling green hills, the peat fires, and roam into a traditional Irish pub.  I was also thinking of a funny memory I had while growing up in good old Ogden.&lt;br /&gt;My brother's birthday is St. Patrick's Day so that day is special in our family.&lt;br /&gt;For Austin's b-day, my dad decided to surprise him with a Real Life Leprechaun. No Lie.&lt;br /&gt;So here we all are sitting around, when this leprechaun shows up at the door.  Austin was probably 8 yrs. old and very silly. He did not believe that this guy was real. It was so funny because this guy had an Irish accent and was telling us all about the pot of gold and rainbows and what not.  Austin was rolling his eyes and kept saying that he wasn't real. He was being so sassy. I know my dad was getting upset and embarrassed but it was too hard not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Then Austin remembers the Leprechaun from my dad's work.  The cat was totally out of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;It was all good and fun and I wish I had the pictures of darling Mr. Leprechaun. I am still hunting for that pot of gold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-6047130410545315038?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/6047130410545315038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/leprechaun-bonanza.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6047130410545315038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6047130410545315038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/leprechaun-bonanza.html' title='Leprechaun Bonanza'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/131/422843122_826e5b71f2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-2535768601992805304</id><published>2009-02-10T15:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:28:22.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your ♥ is a Music Box ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ozaros/2501552498/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2279/2501552498_339c3f4bfd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was rooting around in my old hope chest the other day and I came across a little cardboard box. There was writing on the outside, but  it was in German. For the life of me, I couldn't recall what it was so I opened it up and found my music box. My dad brought it back from Switzerland or Germany about 12 years ago and I think it has been in it's box for more than half that time. I was so excited to find it and put it in Laurens room. Now I never go a day without hearing it's sweet melody. Lauren loves to look at it and see the motor on the inside. I love it because every time she goes to sleep,  I wind it up and we listen to it. I hold her and her blankie and she lays her sweet little head on my shoulder while we listen to part of the song. When I lay her down, no crying. I love that I can share this time with her and it is my favorite time of day. Now it is hers and hopefully she will listen to it with her daughter someday. I am so glad my dad brought it home from his travels and it is my favorite gift from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-2535768601992805304?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/2535768601992805304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-is-music-box.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/2535768601992805304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/2535768601992805304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-is-music-box.html' title='Your ♥ is a Music Box ..'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2279/2501552498_339c3f4bfd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-5637474800762088076</id><published>2009-02-09T22:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:33:27.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sealing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZEewzRjJsI/AAAAAAAAAcM/G9upTbexASQ/s1600-h/CamJennyJeremyBreeKidsTemple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZEewzRjJsI/AAAAAAAAAcM/G9upTbexASQ/s400/CamJennyJeremyBreeKidsTemple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301052060138153666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great day to be able to attend the Sealing of Stella Webb.  We are so excited for our friends to be able to adopt this beautiful little girl. I know she is such a blessing in their lives and we are lucky to be friends with them and see the joy she has brought them. We always have so much fun whenever we see the Webbs and we are glad we live semi-close to them. Congrats guys and we love you dearly.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please excuse the ghost of Brigham Young in the photo. I have no idea how he got there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-5637474800762088076?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/5637474800762088076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/sealing-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5637474800762088076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5637474800762088076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/02/sealing-day.html' title='Sealing Day'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SZEewzRjJsI/AAAAAAAAAcM/G9upTbexASQ/s72-c/CamJennyJeremyBreeKidsTemple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-8036227992361541966</id><published>2009-01-26T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:19:42.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And That's No Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SX40kB7BtNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/HA6AcSVKwxs/s1600-h/DSC02755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SX40kB7BtNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/HA6AcSVKwxs/s320/DSC02755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295728005430228178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am signing my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SX4ywHflUoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/AUMTZnJPtgE/s1600-h/DSC02765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SX4ywHflUoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/AUMTZnJPtgE/s320/DSC02765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295726014060909186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just gettin' warmed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SX4yvxGoabI/AAAAAAAAAbs/jEjkiTjLqE8/s1600-h/DSC02775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SX4yvxGoabI/AAAAAAAAAbs/jEjkiTjLqE8/s320/DSC02775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295726008050674098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why am I backwards? I don't think that's the way to ride one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SX4yvKMOdwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bJSXFhoYPjU/s1600-h/highres_7064216.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SX4yvKMOdwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bJSXFhoYPjU/s320/highres_7064216.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295725997605156610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Kristin, and Wendy...The Blonde Bombshells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow moms and I get together once a month for a little moms night out.  We went to a Mexican Restaurant then headed over for some country line dancing and bull riding. My brother in law didn't think I'd ride the bull so I bet him 20 bucks I would. He still needs to pay up.&lt;br /&gt;I was the second in line to ride and let me tell you, I was so embarrassed. For those who know me, I get shy easily and usually don't do things like ride a bull. However, country western is in my blood, so I had to take one for the Swanson Team! It was lots of fun. The guy in charge made me ride the bull backwards. I don't know why, but I guess he could tell I didn't want to so he wanted to make me pay. When it got going, I was so scared. When I started to fall off, I was hanging on with my one hand and my leg. I was not giving up. However, since having children my muscle tone is not all there so I couldn't hold on for long.  Down I went. But it was all good and fun.&lt;br /&gt;Next was line dancing. They gave out lessons so you could learn the moves then you jammed out to the hits. I only danced a few since I had heels on and didn't want to break my ankle. We looked pretty silly out there. I should have worn my boots and cowboy hat. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;Well it was good to get out there anyway with the girls and forget about being moms for a few hours. I'm glad I have a hubby who will watch the kids for me whenever I need him.  And that's no Bull!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-8036227992361541966?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/8036227992361541966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-thats-no-bull.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8036227992361541966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8036227992361541966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-thats-no-bull.html' title='And That&apos;s No Bull'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SX40kB7BtNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/HA6AcSVKwxs/s72-c/DSC02755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-6155428982731574526</id><published>2009-01-23T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:01:16.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of My Life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXo-EWXv6UI/AAAAAAAAAbM/EK7yQV34sUk/s1600-h/DSC02727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXo-EWXv6UI/AAAAAAAAAbM/EK7yQV34sUk/s320/DSC02727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294612556373027138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't live by the Rules here in Vegas. Obviously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-6155428982731574526?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/6155428982731574526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6155428982731574526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6155428982731574526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of My Life!!!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXo-EWXv6UI/AAAAAAAAAbM/EK7yQV34sUk/s72-c/DSC02727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-6976894801852573326</id><published>2009-01-23T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:59:21.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BoUnCe U</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXo8YQ6NV6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/wsqQUuXN90E/s1600-h/DSC02726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXo8YQ6NV6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/wsqQUuXN90E/s320/DSC02726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294610699481077666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mckay had a blast sliding down the slide. Whoo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXo8X0SvQmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Dt40h1HSayc/s1600-h/DSC02724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXo8X0SvQmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Dt40h1HSayc/s320/DSC02724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294610691799335522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buddy climbed up the rope slide and thought he was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXo8XiVCKTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Pcpv6cfqmLQ/s1600-h/DSC02722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXo8XiVCKTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Pcpv6cfqmLQ/s320/DSC02722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294610686977124658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two are better that one. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXo8XfCZJfI/AAAAAAAAAas/Cz-FYFygWeg/s1600-h/DSC02723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXo8XfCZJfI/AAAAAAAAAas/Cz-FYFygWeg/s320/DSC02723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294610686093633010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Sweet Big Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun going to the bounce house the other day. Mckay had an absolute ball. He loves that stuff. Lauren bounced a little bit, but was having a hard day and was kind of sad.  We had a blast jumping, climbing, throwing balls and goofing around. Then it was off to In-N-Out we went. I LOVE their fries and coke, but feel that their burgers are just, EH! It was fun to go with our friends to lunch. Kristin and I showed up with 6 kids and everyone was looking at us like, "Do you seriously have this many kids?" Now I know what my Mother in Law must of felt like! It was chaos to say the least. But fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-6976894801852573326?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/6976894801852573326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/bounce-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6976894801852573326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6976894801852573326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/bounce-u.html' title='BoUnCe U'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXo8YQ6NV6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/wsqQUuXN90E/s72-c/DSC02726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-720927453595142272</id><published>2009-01-21T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:40:38.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofin Around with my Pal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXe__bfBHXI/AAAAAAAAAak/fxR_dN5z43Y/s1600-h/DSC02707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXe__bfBHXI/AAAAAAAAAak/fxR_dN5z43Y/s400/DSC02707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293910983427825010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah! Mckay and I were having our own little play date today.  Lauren was napping so we busted out the sidewalk chalk and went to town. We drew a hopscotch and took turns getting dirty in the chalk. What fun for mom to clean. We even raced on the scooter/bikes. I totally let Mckay win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-720927453595142272?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/720927453595142272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/goofin-around-with-my-pal.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/720927453595142272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/720927453595142272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/goofin-around-with-my-pal.html' title='Goofin Around with my Pal'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXe__bfBHXI/AAAAAAAAAak/fxR_dN5z43Y/s72-c/DSC02707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-7379152487879015259</id><published>2009-01-19T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:25:26.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXT91FMhRlI/AAAAAAAAAac/i98LhlBhInA/s1600-h/DSC02674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXT91FMhRlI/AAAAAAAAAac/i98LhlBhInA/s400/DSC02674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I look just like my dad or what? I have the Allphin upside down smile."&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-7379152487879015259?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/7379152487879015259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-i-look-just-like-my-dad-or-what-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7379152487879015259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/7379152487879015259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-i-look-just-like-my-dad-or-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXT91FMhRlI/AAAAAAAAAac/i98LhlBhInA/s72-c/DSC02674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-6814988348619043352</id><published>2009-01-17T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:38:22.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9qQoaPUw6lQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9qQoaPUw6lQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this VERY TRUE video on my friend Liz's Blog. It is so my child!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-6814988348619043352?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/6814988348619043352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-found-this-very-true-video-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6814988348619043352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6814988348619043352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-found-this-very-true-video-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-906427348867717925</id><published>2009-01-16T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:11:28.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins who could be Twins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXEQy3gGOpI/AAAAAAAAAaU/lPOH6DjQ-yg/s1600-h/DSC02671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXEQy3gGOpI/AAAAAAAAAaU/lPOH6DjQ-yg/s400/DSC02671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292029503215123090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;love these two babies. It is so nice for Lauren to have her cousin Ashton here in Vegas and be her little friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;They are two weeks apart, yet Ashton is a brick and is much heavier than Lauren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I don't know how Courtney lugs him around all day. It is hard enough to carry Lou around. I guess it's a workout though. It's been averaging around 65-70 degrees down here and so we have been taking the kids to the park every day.  Lauren crawls everywhere and tries to eat everything off the musty ground and Ashton isn't quite crawling yet, so he just sits there and watches everyone. Mckay runs around like a mad man and chases the other kids around. I am really lucky that there are parks everywhere you turn here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I am hoping it stays warm so we&lt;/span&gt; can be outside more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I was getting a little case of cabin fever. I'm so grateful to have Courtney, Kevin, Ashton, and Snuffy(the dog) down here so we can still have some family time. We love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-906427348867717925?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/906427348867717925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/cousins-who-could-be-twins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/906427348867717925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/906427348867717925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/cousins-who-could-be-twins.html' title='Cousins who could be Twins.'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXEQy3gGOpI/AAAAAAAAAaU/lPOH6DjQ-yg/s72-c/DSC02671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-5806025623473416528</id><published>2009-01-16T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:12:25.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXEOTlhKX-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/ourxZvBQBe0/s1600-h/DSC02681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXEOTlhKX-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/ourxZvBQBe0/s400/DSC02681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292026766788550626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;This is what happens when Uncle Nian comes to babysit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Jeremy and I came home to this disaster and I was screaming on the inside.  For those of you who know me, I am kind of a neat freak. My brother in law Kevin calls me&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The Cup Nazi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Whenever there are empty cups on the counter or on the furniture I throw them in the dishwasher ASAP. Sometimes whilst they are drinking. I have also been known to take clothes off people and throw them in the wash when it is running. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I am kind of a little bit crazy when it comes to picking up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I am kind of lame, I know.  If only I liked to vacuum, I would do that every day. Lauren finds it necessary to pick up everything off the floor and put it in her mouth. Yuck! So here's my little gripe about cleaning up and being a mom. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-5806025623473416528?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/5806025623473416528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5806025623473416528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5806025623473416528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-much.html' title='Too Much!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SXEOTlhKX-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/ourxZvBQBe0/s72-c/DSC02681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-2732049021032972741</id><published>2009-01-14T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:16:53.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Stooges are at it Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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&lt;p&gt;I HATE this show. I am sorry for all you fans out there, but I can not stand this show. Not only is the "tick, tick, tick" enough to give a person Turrets, but it is so freaking violent that I don't even like it in my house. So of course Jeremy and his brothers have to come to my house, eat all my food, and blast the show at the highest possible volume. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ARRGHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!! I actually had to leave the house tonight because I was getting so annoyed. I am going to be homeless tomorrow night too because they are all coming over to annoy me again and watch the lame show.  I guess I will just have to back to Golden Spoon and stuff my face a little more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-8417861062265841030?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/8417861062265841030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8417861062265841030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8417861062265841030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html' title='UGH!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3474/3189313291_38847917fd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-3378426220686145165</id><published>2009-01-11T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:02:04.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Maid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWrAUhlW4LI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lzRMSYH8ieI/s1600-h/DSC02662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWrAUhlW4LI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lzRMSYH8ieI/s400/DSC02662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290252171145044146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a new maid and he is really cheap. Plus he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVES &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;to clean toilets. Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-3378426220686145165?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/3378426220686145165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-maid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3378426220686145165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3378426220686145165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-maid.html' title='New Maid'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWrAUhlW4LI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lzRMSYH8ieI/s72-c/DSC02662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-2280659835090444912</id><published>2009-01-08T14:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:14:02.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Advertising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crazymeezer/2055308933/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2342/2055308933_333e1866a3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever feel like being a mom sometimes has a "downside?"  And when I ask this, I am referring to&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mom Boobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. You know what I'm talking about. After nursing two babies and fluctuating sizes, my  chest is a little "iffy" to say the least. Now I am not saying it's not worth it, I am just making an observation. Sometimes when I look in the mirror I wonder whose body that is starting (or rather drooping) back at me. So to remedy the situation, I donned my war gear, put on my knapsack and off to the war zone/Victoria's Secret I went. After about 1 hour and 10 bras later, I decided on one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Miracle Bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; was the winner.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;It lifted and separated just like advertised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; So why don't I look like the girl plastered all over their ads? I brought the bra home, tried it on for Jeremy and wanted to get his opinion. He said it looked good (which of course he would say unless he wanted to get punched) but he thinks it's false advertising. I am completely reformed, pushed up and out and looking good,  but alas it is not my true self. Is that a bad thing? I think not&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. I will use whatever force necessary  to perk these puppies up. Even if it is False Advertising!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-2280659835090444912?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/2280659835090444912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/false-advertising.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/2280659835090444912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/2280659835090444912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/false-advertising.html' title='False Advertising'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2342/2055308933_333e1866a3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-3771412654474154736</id><published>2009-01-07T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:16:25.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airing Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWVEmoaeMlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UiUHSi7ftJg/s1600-h/DSC02644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWVEmoaeMlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UiUHSi7ftJg/s320/DSC02644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288708767890682450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst we were in Utah, Lauren got a horrible diaper rash. I mean really bad. Jeremy gave her some orange juice and I think that was the culprit.  I decided to let her air out for a bit. That is until she peed all over Grandma's carpet.  Oops! Back in the diapers it was and on with the Desitin. She has since recovered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-3771412654474154736?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/3771412654474154736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/airing-out_07.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3771412654474154736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3771412654474154736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/airing-out_07.html' title='Airing Out'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWVEmoaeMlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UiUHSi7ftJg/s72-c/DSC02644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-5321368917327261509</id><published>2009-01-06T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:32:08.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at the Meads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWPktGEDPyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BU6zmHoPb6Q/s1600-h/Christmas20080036A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWPktGEDPyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BU6zmHoPb6Q/s320/Christmas20080036A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288321850835943202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mixed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mead family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWPksrXIrVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Wjg2sWxDaRo/s1600-h/Christmas20080034A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWPksrXIrVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Wjg2sWxDaRo/s320/Christmas20080034A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288321843668233554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lorraine (my dad's wife) made these &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;darling hats and scarves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for all the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWPkscr5N2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/CPXo4P5VEuc/s1600-h/Christmas20080021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWPkscr5N2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/CPXo4P5VEuc/s320/Christmas20080021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288321839728768866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our very &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Little Christmas Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWPkr4CbCuI/AAAAAAAAAZU/8AqBm6wGv40/s1600-h/Christmas20080012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWPkr4CbCuI/AAAAAAAAAZU/8AqBm6wGv40/s320/Christmas20080012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288321829891148514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren and Grandma Great.  What a pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWPkraKQ0tI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PhmPHvHWyPg/s1600-h/Christmas20080002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWPkraKQ0tI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PhmPHvHWyPg/s320/Christmas20080002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288321821870969554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chefs getting ready to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cook up a Mexican Feast. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas and I am just posting a few pictures. These were on Christmas Day at my Dad's house and we had a lot of fun. Instead of the traditional Turkey Feast, we had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a mexican fiesta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;It was so delicious. We opened presents and got some great loot. The kids had so much fun playing together and wrecking the house. We exchanged names with all the step siblings and it turned out great. I got some really cute things and it was fun to get to know a little bit about the siblings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We hardly see them so it was great to get together. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;We had a great time and we also got to spend time with my mom, brother and his family for breakfast. Then it was my dads, then it was off to the Allphin Family party at a church. Can I just say chaos? There are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;siblings in Jeremy's family so that makes for a lot of people. We always eat delicious food, Grandpa reads the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Grinch Story and the kids act in out. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Costumes and all. I have pictures, but of course I haven't uploaded them yet. We had a super day and got to see all our family so that made it extra great. We are looking forward to what this New Year has to bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-5321368917327261509?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/5321368917327261509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-at-meads.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5321368917327261509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5321368917327261509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-at-meads.html' title='Christmas at the Meads'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWPktGEDPyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BU6zmHoPb6Q/s72-c/Christmas20080036A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-9102805642413868525</id><published>2009-01-05T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:50:32.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night on the Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWKKs3iusWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Q7p8N9NKJnk/s1600-h/December+2008+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWKKs3iusWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Q7p8N9NKJnk/s400/December+2008+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287941415914877282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am trying to have a life &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outside of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Not that I don't love them dearly because I do. But I feel it is also important to have a life of your own. I have been trying &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to spend some time out with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am getting pretty good at it. However, every time I go out, I spend $$moola$$ and Jeremy is getting a little miffed. I have a shopping problem. I must confess that it makes me happy to hear the "Ching Ching" of the cash register going off as I load up my bags. So for one of my Resolutions,  I am/Jeremy is putting me on a budget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tragic I know!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Another Resolution is to get out more, which is what Courtney and I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;doing in the photo. We went to go to a concert and when we got there, we found out the concert had been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; We totally missed it.  Um, to say I have mom brain would be an understatement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It comes with the territory I hear.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really believe in "Resolutions" because no one I know ever follows through, so I am just making a few goals for myself and my family. I won't bore you all with them, but they are a little list of things that I can do to better myself as a wife, mother, friend, daughter...Blah Blah Blah.&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as I am out living it up, and spending money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I will also be shaping myself into a better person. Is that possible? I think so. I hope you all  have a Happy New Year and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;boost the economy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; so that I don't feel so guilty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-9102805642413868525?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/9102805642413868525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-on-town.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/9102805642413868525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/9102805642413868525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-on-town.html' title='Night on the Town'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SWKKs3iusWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Q7p8N9NKJnk/s72-c/December+2008+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-4987645645798705217</id><published>2009-01-04T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:38:54.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Background</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;So I put up a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Darling new Background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and then I browsed to a couple of my friends blogs and some of them had the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; same one. So I had to change mine. Thanks alot! Happy New Year to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-4987645645798705217?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/4987645645798705217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-background.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4987645645798705217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4987645645798705217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-background.html' title='New Background'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-7325789372031321693</id><published>2008-12-17T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:31:42.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 DaYs of Bree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/47582661@N00/319194389/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/319194389_a012c89229_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Holidays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; everyone! I got this post from Sherice and it is a Christmas Edition of getting to know &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Bree. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope you enjoy some little interesting facts about yours Truly. There are so many great memories that I just didn't know what to put. Here are a few of my favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper of gift bags?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of gift bag town. However, even though I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wrapping presents, I try and be a good mommy for Christmas and wrap them up.  A few choice words usually escape my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Real Tree or Artificial?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sadly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have an artificial tree and I hate it. I have to restring the lights every year, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I might as well suck it up and get a real one from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I remember when my parents decided to get a fake one instead and I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEVASTATED.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up your Tree?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pretty much depends.  It's usually when I can put it off  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No longer.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I am a serious procrastinator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I try to take it down &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;New Years Day.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;But Jeremy and Mckay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Throw in a little Rum and it might be a different story! (just teasin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Favorite Gift received as a child?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HMMM, tough one. Probably when I got my first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Porcelain Doll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;from my Grandma Mead. It was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tradition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for her to buy all the granddaughters their first doll.  Also, I was super stoked when I got my first set of ski's, boots, and poles. It was in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eighties so there were lots of fluorescent colors going on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That same year I also got a radical one-piece snow suit. Same colors as above mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do you have a Nativity Scene?    &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Collecting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the Demadco Willow Tree set and my Grandma adds to the set every &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Year.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hardest Person to Shop for.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Step Siblings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know them well enough to know what they like. I need to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Easiest Person to Buy for?   &lt;/span&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Momma! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We are both makeup sluts, so I know what she loves&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Mail or Email Christmas Card&lt;/span&gt;?  It was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;First Year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I actually did mail cards. Not to mention I've been married for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6 years &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and I just got our first official family photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Worst Christmas Gift you received?  &lt;/span&gt; Apparently they have all been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pretty Good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;because I can't think of one. Probably some ugly sweater or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It is number one on my list of many. Others are Charlie Brown Christmas, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A Christmas Story, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rudolph, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frosty the Snowman&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; How &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Grinch Stole Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( the animated one.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Plus, any of the old classics. We used to watch them at my Grandmas and she would make us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Popcorn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and we would drink &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Grape Soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Have you ever Re Gifted?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All the time.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite things to eat at Christmas?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I make Homemade &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Chocolates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;every year with my Grandma and they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;DIVINE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I also love my pineapple cheese ball I always make and my aunts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pomegranate Fruit Salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. Clear Lights or Colored on Tree?   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Colored lights for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Clear Lights or Colored on House?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I use to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BEG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my dad to put up lights but it only happened a few times. He let us hang colored lights in our rooms. Now that I am all grown up, I have none. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My Husband is too Lazy to do it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas Song?   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Silent Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Travel or Stay Home for the Holidays?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now that we live in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Vegas Baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we will be making the Trek up North.  Christmas gifts and all. NIGHTMARE. Now I know how my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Parents felt when we drove from Cali to Utah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. Can you name all Santas Reindeer?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But of course.. Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vixen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Comet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cupid, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Donder, Blitzen.  And, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rudolph the red nosed Reindeer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Open presents Christmas Eve or Christmas Morning?    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jammies the night before, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and all the rest on Christmas Morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Most annoying thing about this time of year?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The crowds, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Multiple Family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we have to visit. (It's hard having divorced parents and having to make the rounds. ) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I Love You all Nonetheless.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite Ornament theme or color?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mine are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jewel Toned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and I have these Fabulous Large &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green Glass Balls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that I love.  And a few have been broken over the years and it makes me want to cry. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What do you want for Christmas?   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A Vacation with No kids allowed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Hint, Hint Jeremy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your Favorite Christmas Memory?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Listening for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa and his Sleigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to land on the roof.   Also, making &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow Forts with my brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after we opened all our presents. There are so many others, but they all involve my family and when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So there you have it. A few random things about what I love about Christmas. I am so stoked to see all our family and friends and just let loose. Family is what it's all about and I have a great one. Even though I have mini panic attacks when it is total &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chaos. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But that's the fun of it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just thought of another Favorite Memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My brother and I made an awesome &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gingerbread House &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and my old dog Chelsea jumped up on the counter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and ate the Whole Damn Thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Then she proceeded to throw it all up all over the carpet. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiDF0pZvBI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0LcOGQ9tnbE/s200/December+2008+028.jpg" border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280614699146787858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mckay loved seeing the reindeer. He had a hard time paying attention though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiDFdxlwMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/olXGRXLcvUY/s1600-h/December+2008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiDFdxlwMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/olXGRXLcvUY/s200/December+2008+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280614693007114434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren was so sweet and loved seeing the lights. What a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiBV-dFprI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rd4mr_WAxBs/s1600-h/December+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiBV-dFprI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rd4mr_WAxBs/s200/December+2008+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280612777634145970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please Santa. We've been extra good this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiBViiH76I/AAAAAAAAAXo/v-q8UZAwtc4/s1600-h/December+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiBViiH76I/AAAAAAAAAXo/v-q8UZAwtc4/s200/December+2008+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280612770139074466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ho Ho Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiBU7wHjUI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_A9T1dYPX4o/s1600-h/December+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiBU7wHjUI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_A9T1dYPX4o/s200/December+2008+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280612759728786754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mckay told Santa that he wants a bike and a gingerbread house for Christmas. Lauren just tugged on his beard. Mom asked Santa for a special present too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiBUeWbzJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/PgeoWdlBIW0/s1600-h/December+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiBUeWbzJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/PgeoWdlBIW0/s200/December+2008+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280612751836433554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buddy loved riding on the carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiBUKE0ZfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9Rm_qXtRqQE/s1600-h/December+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiBUKE0ZfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9Rm_qXtRqQE/s200/December+2008+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280612746393839090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The group had so much fun. We love our Vegas Pals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Except it's a little different here in Vegas. Even though it did snow yesterday, it's not the same as being home in Utah. Good thing we'll be up there for it. We have been doing lots of Christmas activities down here and it has been lots of fun. We went to a Christmas village and got to see Santa, ride a carousel, and wind through a forest of awesomely decorated Trees. Mckay loved it. It was a little weird that it was 62 degrees, but that's okay. We also had a Primary Pancake Party and Mckay got to see Santa yet again. Man, he's everywhere. We are looking forward to getting to Utah to enjoy a little snow, fun, and food. We hope you all have a wonderful Holiday Season and enjoy it to the fullest. God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-6504130572321261753?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/6504130572321261753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time-is-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6504130572321261753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6504130572321261753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time-is-here.html' title='ChRiStMaS TiMe Is HeRe'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SUiDF0pZvBI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0LcOGQ9tnbE/s72-c/December+2008+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-4198477276830833137</id><published>2008-12-05T23:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:23:17.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELF YoUrSelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;object id="A350832" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=3ThSc4glMjHlkEM8&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=3ThSc4glMjHlkEM8&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=3ThSc4glMjHlkEM8&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; width: 400px; margin-top: 6px;"&gt;Send your own &lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/"&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/sendables"&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyODU*NzkyODMxMiZwdD*xMjI4NTQ4MjU5NzUwJnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAyNjY*Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz1jMDUzM2EyNWYwMjM*OGNiODJhYTE5YWIxNGJjNzE*NA==.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our Elf Family on Speed. Happy Holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-4198477276830833137?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/4198477276830833137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/12/elf-yourself.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4198477276830833137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4198477276830833137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/12/elf-yourself.html' title='ELF YoUrSelf'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-8340515454060049653</id><published>2008-12-05T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:35:20.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SToOjXynmqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/F4eCv_663EA/s1600-h/IMG_4184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SToOjXynmqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/F4eCv_663EA/s400/IMG_4184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276545914262493858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SToOjwVG4kI/AAAAAAAAAXI/bgSMz7V7c70/s1600-h/IMG_4190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SToOjwVG4kI/AAAAAAAAAXI/bgSMz7V7c70/s400/IMG_4190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276545920849601090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SToOjM4tGMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/D8Zhxd4GySY/s1600-h/IMG_4171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SToOjM4tGMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/D8Zhxd4GySY/s400/IMG_4171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276545911335229634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SToOipDZ4TI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7OpVEkbtZUU/s1600-h/IMG_4166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SToOipDZ4TI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7OpVEkbtZUU/s400/IMG_4166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276545901716431154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a couple photos from our little photo shoot. My sis in law Courtney took these and they turned out pretty darn cute. (If I do say so myself) Mckay was being a nightmare and the light was fading fast so we had to be quick. Here are our favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-8340515454060049653?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/8340515454060049653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-family-photos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8340515454060049653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/8340515454060049653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-family-photos.html' title='New Family Photos'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SToOjXynmqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/F4eCv_663EA/s72-c/IMG_4184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-6952300400675015366</id><published>2008-12-04T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:49:54.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/STgzsrnWBwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/a2BjHX2ir9c/s1600-h/Family0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/STgzsrnWBwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/a2BjHX2ir9c/s320/Family0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276023806179542786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              Eating treats with Grandma Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/STgzsWJAxjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Av4XS4kM8Fw/s1600-h/Family0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/STgzsWJAxjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Av4XS4kM8Fw/s320/Family0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276023800415176242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             Mckay loved popping the ball up for dad to catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/STgzsP2o7PI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jFFSVq1vLXM/s1600-h/Family0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/STgzsP2o7PI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jFFSVq1vLXM/s320/Family0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276023798727503090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             Little LuLu just looking sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no Thanksgiving pictures, but here's a few my dad sent from when we were in Utah a few weeks ago. Lame I know. Let's just say that during Thanksgiving break, I was not taking pictures because my face was stuck in a toilet bowl. Other various parts were stuck in the toilet also, but we won't go there! It was great to be in St. George and spend time with the Allphin family. Thanks Angie for having us over. I was so sad that I missed out on all the fun stuff, but I am glad Jeremy and Mckay could have lots of fun. Good for them. We can't wait to see ya'll at Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-6952300400675015366?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/6952300400675015366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6952300400675015366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/6952300400675015366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/STgzsrnWBwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/a2BjHX2ir9c/s72-c/Family0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-5756233809381058713</id><published>2008-11-24T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:03:22.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a spin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/arsilverfox/1557469829/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2338/1557469829_f8a4ca5a7b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The loads have stacked up again. Maybe I need to jump in just to get the sickness out. So we have all had the stomach flu again. Well, so far I haven't got it too bad. Mckay got it first on Friday and is still boo-hooing around the house. Of course he woke up in the middle of the night throwing up, then all the next day. He is still not being himself. The poor thing wants to be carried around all the live long day. Lauren had the trots and is still having blowouts. Saturday night Jeremy got it and he is still down and out. I really don't think I have done more wash, cleaned up more barf and poo,changed more diapers, and been more tired in my whole life. Send me on Vacation someone please. Oh, not to mention I am taking care of Courtney's dog while they are gone and when I got there this morning the dog had pooped on the floor like 5 times! In one night! --it never ends. Hopefully we'll all be better so that we can enjoy the Thanksgiving festivities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-5756233809381058713?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/5756233809381058713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-spin.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5756233809381058713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/5756233809381058713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-spin.html' title='I need a spin'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2338/1557469829_f8a4ca5a7b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-3253775174404438438</id><published>2008-11-03T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:02:34.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Shave it Back On"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ_XH_SzYqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/vGWQx2gi5Ew/s1600-h/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ_XH_SzYqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/vGWQx2gi5Ew/s320/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264663021668754082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ_XHeTsLEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Lua6tyUGFCo/s1600-h/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ_XHeTsLEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Lua6tyUGFCo/s320/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264663012814105666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy has had this crappy beard for about a month and I have been trying to get him to shave it the whole time.  Well, I got my wish because he did shave it on Halloween but he turned it into a crappy mustache! Tonight when he was putting Mckay to bed, Mckay asked Jeremy where dad's beard and mustache were. Jeremy told him that he shaved it off. Mckay sat there for a minute then adorably said, "Shave it back on Dad." He liked Jeremy's beard and mustache. I think it's because he had his own little mustache for Halloween. Mckay really does say the silliest things sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-3253775174404438438?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/3253775174404438438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/shave-it-back-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3253775174404438438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/3253775174404438438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/shave-it-back-on.html' title='&quot;Shave it Back On&quot;'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ_XH_SzYqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/vGWQx2gi5Ew/s72-c/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-1418149149325171526</id><published>2008-11-02T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:33:01.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a SCREAM!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ab.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2738188573457280683&amp;amp;site=widget-ab.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573457280683&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ab.slide.com/p1/2738188573457280683/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573457280683&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ab.slide.com/p2/2738188573457280683/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573457280683&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ab.slide.com/p4/2738188573457280683/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a ton of Halloween pictures. I had to do another slide show because there are just too many. We have done a lot of fun things this month and I had to take pictures of everything. Halloween was a lot of fun. A few days before we went to a party with some new friends from the ward. The kids carved pumpkins, we played games, and ate lots of yummy treats. Mckay loved playing the Wii and he kept trying to hulla hoop just like Charlie and Lola(tv show) do.Lots of fun.  On Halloween we took the kids to our ward's Trunk or Treat. It was nice and warm so we could eat our delicious dinner outside, then get the candy! This lady came up to me and asked me if she could take a picture of Mckay because she thought he was so cute! So sweet. Everyone loved(??) Jeremy's costume. Kevin, Courtney and Ashton came too. Mckay was a pirate and he was so excited to wear his costume.  He kept saying "ARRGGHH matey" and "walk the plank". It was cute. Lauren was a sweet little flower and she was just adorable. Her costume made her darling chubby cheeks stick out even more. I just wanted to eat her up. I was nothing for Halloween. Well, I did put on Devil horns and that's it. How fitting for me and my lovely personality right now!&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy on the other hand....There are no words. He was "white trash" and he really looked the part. He actually went to our ward party dressed like this. I am still embarassed about it. When we ran out of candy, he went to Walmart in his costume. He actually probably fit right in there:) I don't know how he dared to look like this in public. I am mortified. Oh well, I guess that's what Halloween is all about. Looking silly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-1418149149325171526?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/1418149149325171526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/lifes-scream.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1418149149325171526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1418149149325171526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/lifes-scream.html' title='Life&apos;s a SCREAM!!!!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-1488198052960388534</id><published>2008-11-02T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:49:44.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ4sHBaxWNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8FMKbgTx554/s1600-h/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ4sHBaxWNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8FMKbgTx554/s200/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264193513594116306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mckay and I had so much fun with our play group at the Pumpkin Patch. There was a huge slide and bounce house that he loved playing on. There was a little petting zoo but I refused to let him feed the gross animals. There was a little tilt a whirl ride that I rode with him. You should have seen me trying to squeeze into this little chair, but I did and we had tons of fun. My mom was here in town so she was watching Lauren so that I could have a little mommy and me time with Mckay. Plus, it was super windy and she would have hated it. But Buddy and I had a blast anyway. Mckay got his own little pumpkin and he was so stoked to pick it out. He kept picking others up and was trying to steal them. He doesn't fall far from the tree:)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ4sJNcFjmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/VryirHhOKUI/s1600-h/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ4sJNcFjmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/VryirHhOKUI/s200/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264193551180598882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ4sI6IbYlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/m4rt-rbzwbM/s1600-h/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ4sI6IbYlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/m4rt-rbzwbM/s200/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264193545997869650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mckay and Me on the Tilt-a-whirl ride. I tried to get him to go alone, but no deal.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ4sIVk6jiI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ovCRtBvtjag/s1600-h/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ4sIVk6jiI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ovCRtBvtjag/s200/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264193536185241122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ4sHg8nW6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/BP2P3hk2VbU/s1600-h/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ4sHg8nW6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/BP2P3hk2VbU/s200/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264193522057567138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mckay's little play group. There are some way silly kids. We play a few times a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-1488198052960388534?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/1488198052960388534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-patch-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1488198052960388534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/1488198052960388534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-patch-fun.html' title='Pumpkin Patch Fun'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQ4sHBaxWNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8FMKbgTx554/s72-c/Halloween+2008++%26+The+Lake+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-836652717863264537</id><published>2008-11-02T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:27:17.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anchors Away Me Boy...</title><content type='html'>Since we have a new boat, I have been trying to get to the Lake with the boys whenever I feel like loading two kids in the car and packing up all sorts of paraphernalia. The weather here in Vegas has been in the 80's which is perfect for the Lake. Next week is going to start getting cold so I think my boating season has ended. Jeremy's Bro Kevin, his wife Courtney, and baby Ashton come and so does Uncle Nian. It has been really fun for Mckay and the babies have a good time too. Everyone always gets mad at me because I NEVER get in the water and wakeboard/swim or whatever. But I am deathly afraid of Sharks so I prefer to stay on land/boat:) Here are some cute pictures of all of us. It's not that I love slide shows,  I just have too many cute pictures to post them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791343510398&amp;amp;site=widget-7e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791343510398&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/p1/2522015791343510398/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791343510398&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/p2/2522015791343510398/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791343510398&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/p4/2522015791343510398/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1325744758078384611-836652717863264537?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/836652717863264537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/anchors-away-me-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/836652717863264537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/836652717863264537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/anchors-away-me-boy.html' title='Anchors Away Me Boy...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-341093476912311519</id><published>2008-10-28T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:05:40.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, You're It!</title><content type='html'>This is the first time I've been tagged. Is that lame that I am excited someone thought of me? My good friend Cindi tagged me and she wrote random stuff about her husband because they usually are left out sometimes. I thought I would copy her on this one. So here are 6 things about Jeremy. Love ya Babe!&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules: 1. You link back to the person who tagged you 2. Post these rules on your blog 3. Share six unimportant things about yourself 4. Tag six random people at the end of your entry 5. Let the tagged people know by leaving a comment on their blogs 6. Enjoy the results!&lt;br /&gt;JeReMy AllPhIn...&lt;br /&gt;1. Jeremy is a very patriotic person. His favorite holiday is 4th of July and he once let off fireworks in our Layton house. He even has a tatoo of the American Flag on the inside of his arm.(much to my dismay) :)&lt;br /&gt;2. His favorite meal that I make is Shepherd's Pie and he asks me to make it all the time. It hardly ever happens because I made it while I was preggers and cooking raw meat always makes me gag.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jeremy is really into extreme sports and is always trying new things. He is really good at wakeboarding and he and his brothers go whenever they can. We have wakeboard/BMX videos on at our house all the time. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;4. He really likes to listen to talk radio and he listens to it almost every night when I am trying to fall asleep. He tells me I should listen to it so I can know what's going on in the world right now. I tell him I'll just go read US Weekly.&lt;br /&gt;5. In college Jeremy was the lead singer of a band up at Utah State. The band's name was American Standard. One of his mission buddies played the electric guitar. They played Rock music of course, so that must be why he told me he was a rocker on our first date. I just figured out why he told me that! Duh Bree!&lt;br /&gt;6. When Jeremy was young he was in lots of plays. He performed in the King and I and he was the Kings son, Prince something or other. I really don't know how to spell it. He performed in Salt Lake City and was really good. Until it started to compete with Football apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQgKj3jCKAI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DqarAwTB4lA/s1600-h/August+2008+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQgKj3jCKAI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DqarAwTB4lA/s200/August+2008+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262467775905015810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there you go. Six random things about my great hubby Jerm!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tag....Christi M, Jaime M, Melissa G, Jenny W, Lindsay O, and Janey B! (Sorry)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-341093476912311519?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/341093476912311519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-youre-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/341093476912311519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/341093476912311519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag, You&apos;re It!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/SQgKj3jCKAI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DqarAwTB4lA/s72-c/August+2008+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325744758078384611.post-4332248666103145157</id><published>2008-10-27T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:54:25.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had a hard Day</title><content type='html'>How do I get my thoughts out without sounding like a whiny baby? I am having one of those days/weeks/months that just seems hard. Sure there has been lots of fun, but there have been those times where I want to light myself on fire and jump off a cliff:)&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't complain because I am happy and am truly blessed but everyone feels this way sometimes, right? I am having a hard time with Mckay who has decided he does not want to potty train, take naps, or do Anything I say.  He is so sweet and I love him so much but I find myself losing my patience with him daily. I am so sick of hearing my own voice telling him NO! Don't do that! Why aren't you listening to Me? I mean he is a three year old for crying out loud, not a rocket scientist!(well, maybe one day). I can't expect him to understand everything and know Why I am asking him not to do something. I just get frustrated with him, then I get mad at myself, take it out on Jeremy and want to cry myself to sleep at night. Mckay is a good boy, just sometimes he drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I read something about Birth Orders and how First Borns are perfectionists, list makers, worriers, people-pleasers, critiquers, and I find that I am just like that! It is crazy to read about it and find that is exactly like you!&lt;br /&gt;I worry so much about everyone else in my life that I feel like what I want or need gets shuffeled away in the deck. I do boo hoo to my friends and family, but I listen to them boo hoo too and I worry about them and think of ways to help fix their problems. It is exhausting sometimes with all the balls flying at me and I am trying to not drop a single one. I picture this when I am having a minor freak out.&lt;br /&gt;How can I learn more patience, understanding, compassion? I am working on it  but I have my days let me tell you. I just want to know if other people(moms) feel this way too or if I am just slowly going insane. Being a wife,mom,friend,child,sibling,therapist,maid,cook,scratching post,doormat,booger wiper is getting to me today and I just wanted to vent without anyone really having to listen.&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky to have my life and I don't want to trade it,  I just needed a time out for a bit.  I love my children and worry about them like crazy. I love my husband and am lucky to have one. (Especially the way I have been acting lately) Even if I want to clobber him sometimes. He helps out so much with the kids and it is wonderful. I am lucky to have such great friends that I can rely on when I am down and that I can HOORAY! to when something awesome happens. My family is great and difficult and wonderful all at the same time.  I worry constantly about all the members in our family and I know that I do tend to isolate myself from them sometimes. I know a lot of them have struggles daily like me. I really need to try to be a better friend and listener to them and to my friends. I love you Guys!&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me for complaing and rambling but sometimes you gotta! I hope all of you out there are having a better day than me and if you aren't....then jump on the boo hoo train with me and let it out!!!  I love you guys and am grateful to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325744758078384611-4332248666103145157?l=breeandjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/4332248666103145157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-had-hard-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4332248666103145157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325744758078384611/posts/default/4332248666103145157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breeandjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-had-hard-day.html' title='I&apos;ve had a hard Day'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301744626278071333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojg8OwrK9_E/TVAAmO3XGFI/AAAAAAAACIE/G9iwlthkFrU/s220/Fall%2BFamily_0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
