tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980637680721494752024-03-13T09:15:18.226-05:00Roeder RamblingsBrad, Tiffany, Brylie and Baby BuckshotTiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-69326252459860222242010-01-20T11:37:00.003-06:002010-01-20T11:51:10.328-06:00<p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/S1dBHt3x4eI/AAAAAAAAAhg/DsNoUsjSd5Q/s1600-h/Dec09+369.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428879476646863330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/S1dBHt3x4eI/AAAAAAAAAhg/DsNoUsjSd5Q/s320/Dec09+369.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/S1dBHQZHR0I/AAAAAAAAAhY/WPKPbFwn-I8/s1600-h/Dec09+370.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428879468733613890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/S1dBHQZHR0I/AAAAAAAAAhY/WPKPbFwn-I8/s320/Dec09+370.jpg" /></a></p><br />Saturday afternoon I was cleaning house and doing laundry. Brodie was down for a nap and Brylie was watching a movie. I walked in their room to put some clothes away and found them both laying like this, with their hands behind their heads. I just laughed and told Brylie you look just like your daddy! I walked into the living room and found this..<br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/S1dBHM9dXoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/C6V4-a2WpVo/s1600-h/Dec09+368.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428879467812314754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/S1dBHM9dXoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/C6V4-a2WpVo/s320/Dec09+368.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center">I just laughed and had to grab the camera!</p><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-10011719980552627322009-10-01T09:49:00.004-05:002009-10-01T10:01:14.616-05:00Finally had a party for Brylie's Birthday!We finally had a Party for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie's</span> birthday a few weekends ago. Here are a few pics<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SsTC7EFpFfI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/iIrlimSSk3A/s1600-h/Picture+183.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387645374207432178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SsTC7EFpFfI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/iIrlimSSk3A/s400/Picture+183.jpg" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> and her princess cake! We had to go look at this cake display at HEB <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span> we went for the past few months. Thanks goodness she finally got her cake!<br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SsTC6lufjeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/V1_ycSNsXzY/s1600-h/Picture+184.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387645366057274850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SsTC6lufjeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/V1_ycSNsXzY/s400/Picture+184.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SsTC6CNaBpI/AAAAAAAAAgA/y7oLDOfU984/s1600-h/Picture+216.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387645356523259538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SsTC6CNaBpI/AAAAAAAAAgA/y7oLDOfU984/s400/Picture+216.jpg" /></a> Get a little help from August and Daddy!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SsTC5j_coVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uAi9orAxQXI/s1600-h/Picture+235.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387645348411646290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SsTC5j_coVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uAi9orAxQXI/s400/Picture+235.jpg" /></a> She looked a little rough by the end of her party!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:+0;"></span></div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-61631915740458309762009-09-15T13:54:00.008-05:002009-09-15T15:01:43.002-05:00Brylie's Birthday/ Fair weekend!Fair weekend was a little crazy this year, with a 1 week old and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie's</span> birthday on that Friday!<br /><div><div align="center"><div><div><div align="center">Brad and I took <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> to ride rides on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Thursday</span> night, and my mom took Brodie home with her. We didn't have to wait in many lines and she could ride all she wanted and she did. After she rode every ride she could, some how we managed to walk through the game area, Brad won <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> a monkey and we walked right out of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">the</span> ride area, and she never said a word. We eat a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">corn dog</span> and we were headed home, rather early!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381778422574227762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_q9iFmITI/AAAAAAAAAeo/xbwEkBFx6nk/s400/Picture+185.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381778417266872226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_q9OUOT6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/RQWzxBmCbHs/s400/Picture+096.jpg" /><br />Friday was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie's</span> 3rd and my 30<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> Birthdays! We headed to town for the parade! And then we went out to Aunt <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">ashley's</span> to have a mini Birthday party! </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381779428276884642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_r4Eny1KI/AAAAAAAAAew/tqse2U8yuKc/s400/Picture+105.jpg" /> Cupcakes,<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381781067769049522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_tXgNL8bI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QUu-rJ9otn8/s400/Picture+111.jpg" /><br /><div>A bubble bath,</div><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381780484715408754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_s1kKXbXI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ciC5rHmfehA/s400/Picture+112.jpg" />and a quick nap!</div></div></div><p align="center">Then we headed to the fair to show Cinderella & Prince at the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dorper</span> show!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381783067799054546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_vL65f6NI/AAAAAAAAAfY/QXzYTEC7ALE/s400/Picture+116.jpg" />Showing Prince!</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381783076265791138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_vMacIDqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vHBMkpVp6OU/s400/Picture+147.jpg" /> Very proud of her third place ribbon!</p><p align="center">When it was time to show Cinderella, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> had found a friend with toys and could <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">careless</span> about showing. So mom got to show her!</p><p align="center">Saturday and most of Sunday we stayed at home and rested! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span>, Brodie and I finally went back to the fair Sunday afternoon to pick up the Watermelon and Milo <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> had entered. She was so excited she got 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> with both. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381785442559470098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_xWJkgKhI/AAAAAAAAAfo/qUsncAKermU/s400/Picture+118.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381785451991663650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_xWstUBCI/AAAAAAAAAfw/o8gvD4Cif7I/s400/Picture+123.jpg" />She could not wait to eat her watermelon, she had to eat it at the races. </p><p align="center"><br /> </p><br /><br /><p align="center"></p></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-1946607871627677582009-09-15T13:46:00.003-05:002009-09-15T13:53:12.967-05:00Brylie's first day of school!<div align="center"> Brylie started Pre-school the Wed after Brodie was born, Aug 19th! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381768383129997730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_h1KPkUaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/B1MnNSCYs7E/s400/Picture+077.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381768385698307250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_h1Tz5nLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/rPSZHvtuzw4/s400/Picture+078.jpg" /></div><p align="center">Brylie is in Pre-K 3 and Avery is in Kindergarden!</p><p align="center">I think she likes school. She gets up in the mornings and wants to go, but when you ask her about school she says, " I not talk about it." </p>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-89570321258207706742009-09-15T12:49:00.002-05:002009-09-15T13:46:41.456-05:00Brylie loves her little Brother<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_UjzvSO-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/jzQ9gK1lxVw/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381753791380077538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_UjzvSO-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/jzQ9gK1lxVw/s400/Picture+071.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-58885760625660028772009-09-15T12:35:00.004-05:002009-09-15T12:49:09.653-05:00Brodie "Buckshot" William Roeder<div align="center"> Brodie William Roeder was Born on Aug 14th. He weighed 7.12 lbs and was 20 inches long. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381750714192011938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_RwsUeoqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/P3sicQbd1_Y/s400/Picture+053.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381750734517437218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_Rx4CcAyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Wh3nulKcNlY/s400/Picture+037.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381750726574137170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_Rxacm31I/AAAAAAAAAd4/qmIqeSe_KmI/s400/Picture+036.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381750723111983202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sq_RxNjKmGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/uI6jvzDnq2A/s400/Picture+021.jpg" />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-8542828373833236292009-09-15T12:34:00.002-05:002009-09-15T12:35:10.712-05:00So I am a little behind on blogging!I am a little behind on Blogging, so I am hopefully going to catch up today! Maybe!Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-81771024833510143312009-08-12T11:09:00.002-05:002009-08-12T11:11:31.358-05:00<div align="center">Well, I guess he is not going to come early! </div><div align="center">We go to the hospital tomorrow at 5 to be induced and we should have a baby sometime Friday! </div><div align="center">I will try to post pictures sometime next week!</div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-87174323131512923652009-08-05T11:13:00.003-05:002009-08-05T11:21:10.564-05:00Baby Update!Well I kinda thought last night, might be the night, since it was full moon, but I guess not.<br /><br />The Doctor got us all excited two Thursdays ago, when she said, she didn't think I would make to the 14th. Then last Thur., with no progress, she went ahead and scheduled me to be induced on our due date, the 14th. So it looks like this stubborn little guy is going to wait until we make him come out. We go back to the doctor tomorrow, so we shall see.<br /><br />I still have my fingers crosses he will be early!Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-91571490968161867142009-07-23T09:26:00.002-05:002009-07-23T09:32:48.238-05:00Waiting on the Rain<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Smh0aOkr9dI/AAAAAAAAAdE/tDTWIeQeQAI/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361663350321968594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Smh0aOkr9dI/AAAAAAAAAdE/tDTWIeQeQAI/s400/Picture+002.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">The Rain looked so promising last night. Even Brylie thought so! She played outside, dressed like this, most of the evening.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-74325168370188859042009-07-08T09:56:00.008-05:002009-07-08T10:35:52.972-05:00Frog the Turtle!Last September, while playing in the creek, Brad and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> caught a little soft shell turtle, about the size of a silver dollar. Since <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> had just gotten a fish <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">aquarium</span> for her Birthday, Brad thought is would be cool to keep the turtle. I was against it, but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> was so excited. So we took him home and put him in with the fish. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> would sit on the couch and watch him swim around all the time. And she always called him Frog, she would tell you he was a turtle, but still called him Frog. So his name became Frog. All was good for a couple of weeks or so. Then the fish slowly started <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disappearing</span>, one at a time. So, Frog got his own 10 Gallon <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">aquarium</span>, and we had to buy new fish! We built him a little cave with rocks and a little perch to get up out of the water. He was fun to watch! But he continued to grow and grow and grow. He could no longer sit on his perch and he pushed the rocks from his cave around. SO we tried to convince <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> is was time to put Frog back in the creek. We caught <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">minnows</span> for him to make sure he could <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">survive</span> without us feeding him. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">minnows</span> scared him, I think, he hide under the rocks for two days, but then he did eat the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">minnows</span> finally. But then <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> decided she didn't want to let Frog go "just yet"! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Opa</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Oma</span> told <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> they saw Frog's mommy at the creek, and she was looking for him. Just like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nemo's</span> daddy was looking for him. And <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">Opa</span> started throwing a little corn in the creek right at the crossing every night, so we would see Frog's mommy when we drove by. Well last Thur. night we were at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">Opa</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">Oma's</span>, and somehow <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> got it in her head that it was Frog's Birthday, and his mommy wanted to give him a party. Not sure if <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">Opa</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">Oma</span> told her that or what, but it worked. First thing Friday morning, we sang Happy Birthday to Frog and released him back into the creek.<br /><p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356109855153941554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SlS5iQ5rbDI/AAAAAAAAAck/lsh_n6Fs4Vg/s320/Picture+015.jpg" /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SlS5KMgPh0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/k34-HM0iQ2g/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356109441656653634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SlS5KMgPh0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/k34-HM0iQ2g/s200/Picture+019.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SlS5J-M7RQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/MD3pCuTFsws/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356109437817537794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SlS5J-M7RQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/MD3pCuTFsws/s200/Picture+018.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SlS62JW4RLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/tSpmQ7DY2Zo/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356111296237946034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SlS62JW4RLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/tSpmQ7DY2Zo/s200/Picture+020.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SlS7MUkz7sI/AAAAAAAAAc0/j6wohyVZYO8/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356111677206294210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SlS7MUkz7sI/AAAAAAAAAc0/j6wohyVZYO8/s320/Picture+024.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> did so good! We now have to check on Frog every time we go to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">Opa's</span> house. And lucky for us, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span> we have gone to the creek, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> has seen some turtles. Not sure its really Frog, but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> is content seeing any turtle.</p>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-19090620395830302472009-07-08T09:40:00.004-05:002009-07-08T09:55:27.264-05:00Running through the sprinkler!<div align="center"> If a spinkler is on Brylie is going to run through it with or without her swim suit.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Last week we eat supper at my granfathers, and mom decided to try to water a little. Brylie striped down to her panties and had a blast in the water! Mom never actually got the sprinkler on, just ended up spraying Brylie with the hose!<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356101309077411090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SlSxw0SQVRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/uibvG83KhqY/s320/Picture+007.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356101317977517938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SlSxxVcNL3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/zzjMvpcJ4hs/s320/Picture+009.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356102580214132306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SlSy6zo3blI/AAAAAAAAAcE/DExPGSjOIoo/s320/Picture+012.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356101321631080610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SlSxxjDSIKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XtPAsjL6V0w/s320/Picture+011.jpg" /> <p align="center"> Then she decided it was time for Gigi and Aunt Ashley to get wet too!<br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-17571795990955904502009-06-16T09:32:00.002-05:002009-06-16T09:41:10.686-05:00<p align="center">Misty sent me these pictures from the lake, so I thought I would post them!</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjetSNBLBSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/XqkM0AVGq7A/s1600-h/IMG_0444.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347933610769581346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjetSNBLBSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/XqkM0AVGq7A/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" /></a></p><p align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> and Pop Pop getting off the boat</p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjetR7u7V9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/MCqpno8-lFk/s1600-h/IMG_0443.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347933606129653714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjetR7u7V9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/MCqpno8-lFk/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" /></a></p><div align="center">Mimi, Pappy Darrell, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> and Dustin floating. </div><div align="center">We just go out in the middle of the lake, jump in and float! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> loved it, and had no fear at all. She just floated and kicked her little legs. And didn't want anyone holding her.<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjetRkyCf-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/g17kXuE1jYs/s1600-h/IMG_0431.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347933599968690146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjetRkyCf-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/g17kXuE1jYs/s320/IMG_0431.JPG" /></a></p><p align="center">Aunt Desi trying to teach <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> to cast!<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjetRWu5API/AAAAAAAAAZY/LVgtZlaPCe0/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347933596197388530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjetRWu5API/AAAAAAAAAZY/LVgtZlaPCe0/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" /></a></p><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> still trying! She loves her Barbie fishing Rod!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-82607386254975572832009-06-15T11:46:00.005-05:002009-06-15T12:04:44.625-05:00The Lake!We made our annual trip to the lake this past weekend! My family, my aunt's kids, their kids, and a couple of in-laws. 6 Cabins and we always fill all of them. But this year our water front cabins were not so water front, because the lake is so low. Normally the water comes up close to 6 or 7 feet on a wall below the cabins, then year we drove down the boat ramp with the truck and drove to the water! <div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjZ75RXbQJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Ga-IN9CBzQk/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347597831393460370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjZ75RXbQJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Ga-IN9CBzQk/s320/Picture+018.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">View from the cabin.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjZ8IegOjaI/AAAAAAAAAZA/LQEm4qMmbLY/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347598092618075554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjZ8IegOjaI/AAAAAAAAAZA/LQEm4qMmbLY/s320/Picture+016.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">Mom, Desi, Brylie and Case walking the dogs. </div><div align="center">Normally they would be completely underwater, if they were standing here!</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">The water level or the broken boats, didn't keep us from having a great time. We just drove our cars to the little "island " we normally park the boat on and played! It was great, the kids had a blast! Brylie is such a water baby. She has no fear, as long as she has her life jacket on. She could careless if she could touch the ground or not. The kids also loved picking up shells!</div><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjZ9tkgQbFI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gvdTiTz7i_4/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347599829395598418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjZ9tkgQbFI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gvdTiTz7i_4/s320/Picture+007.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center">Brylie and Hagen washing there shells!</p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjZ9uBYOpwI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZIwcR0WeomY/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347599837146556162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjZ9uBYOpwI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZIwcR0WeomY/s320/Picture+008.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center">Still washing! Think they would have had enough water being in the lake all day!</p><p align="center">I never did get a picture of the kids playing in the water or on the boat. I kept forgetting my camera, oh well! </p><p align="center">As we were packing up yesterday, Brylie cried, she didn't want to go home. So I think that is a good sign that she had a wonderful time!</p><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-34820597120553291912009-06-15T11:36:00.006-05:002009-06-15T11:46:10.389-05:00Our First Squash!<div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brylie</span> loves picking the garden! But this year the only thing she has picked is the green cherry tomatoes, when Mommy & Daddy aren't looking (and she eats them, Yuck!). Until now, she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">finally</span> got to pick a squash! And she insisted we eat it for Supper! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjZ5CGUkwOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/eIpvEbK97ZA/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347594684512649442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjZ5CGUkwOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/eIpvEbK97ZA/s320/Picture+019.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjZ5B2HF1DI/AAAAAAAAAYo/o7ltGCtly34/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347594680161129522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SjZ5B2HF1DI/AAAAAAAAAYo/o7ltGCtly34/s320/Picture+017.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">Look how proud she is!</div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-86877916722282936892009-06-01T09:50:00.004-05:002009-06-01T10:27:03.870-05:00Sea World<div><div><div><div><div><div>My whole family took Brylie to sea World on Saturday. Mom and Dad, Desi and Cole, Ashley, Brad, Me and Brylie. I think Brylie was more excited to hang out with Desi and Ashley than, the whole Sea World part. We planned to leave around 9, so we would get there shortly after they opened. But by the time Brad dropped off some sheep he sold to a man in Sisterdale and my dad had a flat on his trailer full of lambs he was dropping off in Comfort, we didn't leave Comfort until like 10:30! So after grabbing a bite to eat, we finally made it to Sea world around 1.<br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPtcQ5HzGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/NBcXjZ7tkus/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342374652818213986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPtcQ5HzGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/NBcXjZ7tkus/s320/Picture+019.jpg" /></a><br /></div><p align="center">Our first stop was the Dolphin petting tanks<br /><br />Then it was almost time for the Shamu show so we headed that way!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPtcvAe03I/AAAAAAAAAXw/xSBKK8ZOsg0/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342374660902146930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPtcvAe03I/AAAAAAAAAXw/xSBKK8ZOsg0/s320/Picture+021.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center">On the Way we got distracted by a tortise eating some lettuce.</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPtdNPPf3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/JdQur-n6udw/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342374669017120626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPtdNPPf3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/JdQur-n6udw/s320/Picture+022.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center">It was a long walk to the Shamu show, and we were hot and sweaty by the time we got there. But Brylie was still all smiles!</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPtdd-yt-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/_TC-6K1FR9Q/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342374673511528418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPtdd-yt-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/_TC-6K1FR9Q/s320/Picture+030.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center">Brylie had the strangest face during the whole show! She had no facial expression at all. She just sat and watched very contently. Not sure she got anything out of it or not. Although we did sit in the very top of the splash zone so she got a little wet and she was excited about that.<br /></p><p align="center">Next we headed to the water ski show, Cool Vibrations. Brylie had no interest in the people skiing on the water she just watched the singer. dancers on the shore. And then she wanted to dane. Thank goodness, we had sat on the very top row, so she could stand on her seat and dance. And that is what she did during the whole show.</p><p align="center">We walked around a while and saw a couple of other shows. And then we came to the water park and Brylie was in haven.</p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPxRknmyOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JBdE12AfI04/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342378867181406434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPxRknmyOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JBdE12AfI04/s320/Picture+042.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPxSBrL0cI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WlQIZDlPhbw/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342378874981044674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPxSBrL0cI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WlQIZDlPhbw/s320/Picture+055.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center">She loved the wave pool. As hot as it was it felt great in the water. We played in the water for a couple of hours. </p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPxSYi9fWI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zqklC8Vxibc/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"><span></span><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342378881120566626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SiPxSYi9fWI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zqklC8Vxibc/s320/Picture+060.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center">On the way our of the park, waiting for the preggo lady to go potty one last time! Everyone was completely worn out! We didn't even make it out of the parking lot before Brylie was sleeping. </p><p align="center">I really wasn't sure Brylie enjoyed Sea World all that much until Sunday morning, when she got up she asked if we could back to that place.</p></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-12477413652073922062009-05-19T13:30:00.003-05:002009-05-19T15:02:27.028-05:00Life has finally slowed down a bit!<div align="center">Life has finally slowed down a bit! We have not been doing much. Staying at home and enjoying the warm (almost Hot) weather. Brylie lives outside! She has discovered she can finally ride that big girl bike she got last year for her Birthday. She could ride it before, her legs were just a little too short and she would give up! But not anymore, she thinks we have to go bike riding every night now. And she has figured out how to turn, that was a big deal. Before she would stop pedaling while turning and then not be able to start again so we would have to give her a little push.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/ShL7pivS78I/AAAAAAAAAXY/0fQ6taaBD8I/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337605199505846210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/ShL7pivS78I/AAAAAAAAAXY/0fQ6taaBD8I/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/ShL7pRIac6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DO2wtWQKFJM/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337605194779358114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/ShL7pRIac6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DO2wtWQKFJM/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Look at that smile!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/ShL7qBlUQqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/H5hLQpH7lUY/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337605207785489058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/ShL7qBlUQqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/H5hLQpH7lUY/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">She also got new swimming pool with a slide! She thought that was pretty neat. Most afternoons she plays in her pool while I water my flowers or mess in the yard. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Brad finally got the garden planted. We doubled its size this year. Brylie insisted on planting a watermelon, when I was buy the plants. I think she picked out the smallest one she could find. Brad didn't want to plant it in the garden, but said we would put it in a large barrel. so I repotted it in a flower pot for now, but got side tracked and didn't water that night. The next day it was dead from sitting in the sun all day. Brylie was really upset, and told everyone that mommy killed her watermelon. SO I bought her another one, and a larger one this time. I am just hopeing we can grow one Watermelon, and she will be happy. </div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-24765120939266008342009-05-08T12:29:00.005-05:002009-05-08T13:15:28.051-05:00Maryland Trip<div align="center">We had a great time in Maryalnd last week. The weather could have been a little better, but oh well. We flew into Baltimore on Wed night and spent Thur at the Inner Harbor. First we did a tour of down town on this Truck/ Boat thing, it was called Ride the Ducks. So as everyone got on, they got a duck whistle, Brylie loved it. We drove through the streets of Baltimore, all blowing the whistles and with music Blaring. And then drove right into the Harbor. It was a lot of fun. </div><div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333509466716643314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SgRumhHUH_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/enhddlPMPP8/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></p><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SgRumxSrABI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GAf3GE8OgDM/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333509471059247122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SgRumxSrABI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GAf3GE8OgDM/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SgRunKuat-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JV9Ey3x2SY0/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333509477886506978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SgRunKuat-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JV9Ey3x2SY0/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><div><br /></div><p align="center">Brylie still blowing her whistle while floating around Harbor!</p><p align="center">After lunch we heading to The National Aquarium. Brylie, has watched Finding Nemo one to many times, all she wanted to see was Bruce the Shark, Nemo and Dorey! And thank goodness we saw them all. First we saw the sharks! Then we came to a tank with Clown fish, so we started looking for Nemo. And couldn't find him. Another little boy walked up and Brylie told him she was looking for Nemo, so then we had two little kids determined to find Nemo. Another guy finally spotted him after about 10 minutes, hiding. So we got a little glimpse of him, but he never would come out. But Brylie was satisfied!</p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SgRxA7WwYdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Ks7OhTf46oY/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333512119460585938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SgRxA7WwYdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Ks7OhTf46oY/s320/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center">Looking for Nemo!</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SgRxBPoaAaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/O3M_bcRJH84/s1600-h/Picture+075.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333512124903326114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SgRxBPoaAaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/O3M_bcRJH84/s320/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center">Finally Nemo!<br />Not sure if this was really Nemo or his daddy, who was a afraid of everything!<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SgRxBeMY4RI/AAAAAAAAAWg/rPyFy3XT7Qc/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333512128812343570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SgRxBeMY4RI/AAAAAAAAAWg/rPyFy3XT7Qc/s320/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center">Thank goodness, Dorey was much easier to find. Actually there were a "bunch of Dorys" in the very next tank!</p><p align="center">This was a great Aquarium. It had tons of different Exhibits. It had a huge Australia Exhibit that was really neat. I think Brad and I enjoyed it as much as Brylie. </p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SgRzNtgdVxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Rv6VDMBcGc0/s1600-h/Picture+086.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333514538104739602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SgRzNtgdVxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Rv6VDMBcGc0/s320/Picture+086.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Bryie was out as soon as we got back in the car.</p><p align="center">On Friday Morning, we headed to Pennsylvania. The plan was to go to Hersey and see the Candy Factory. But on the way I realized there was no way we could make it to Hersey and to Gettysburg (where Brad really wanted to go) and make it back in time for Brad to Judge at 5. So we detoured and went straight to Getttysburg, and took some really pretty scenic roads along the way. Gettysburg was neat, I think Brad got more out of it then me. But I spent most of the time trying to entertain Brylie. It started raining after we left the Visitor's Center, so we didn't go to any of the monuments. We just drove around. We ended up in the Apple Country. Miles and Miles of Apple trees. They were beautiful, all starting to bloom. I wish I had gotten a picture, but it was so cloudy, done of them turned out. </p><p align="center">The rest of the trip, we spent in driving between West Friendship and Westminster for the Sheep show Brad Judged and our Hotel. Lucky Brad was able to catch a ride with another guy to the show on Sat and Sun mornings, so Brylie and I got to sleep in. And then we would go and watch Brad judge and look around at the festival. </p><p align="center">We had a great time! And Brylie was so good! She loved the plane ride, except for the seat belt part. Which makes no since, because she has no problem wearing her seat belt in the Car. </p><p align="center"> </p></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-80706778247455180122009-04-24T09:36:00.004-05:002009-04-24T10:07:01.102-05:00Oklahoma Dorper SHow & Sale<div>Last weekend we drove 8 hours to a Dorper sheep show and Sale in Shawnee, Oklahoma. The dive up wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Brylie was so good. She was content watching movies and playing with a paint set (the kind that only shows up on special paper). Once at the show, she was the only little kid so she pretty much entertained herself most of the time. </div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SfHSDc3WZWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4DZUzuQ1EFc/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328270790885795170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SfHSDc3WZWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4DZUzuQ1EFc/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Playing with her toys. Until a farm equip. guy set up a display with different feeders right next to our pens. Brylie discovered she could crawl into this mineral feeder and spin around. And that is were she was the rest of the weekend! </p><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SfHQvdcb1PI/AAAAAAAAAVI/T5TXNyjHA9U/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328269347932329202" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SfHQvdcb1PI/AAAAAAAAAVI/T5TXNyjHA9U/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SfHQvka59AI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Dn3PHFKNOrg/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328269349804962818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SfHQvka59AI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Dn3PHFKNOrg/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We did pretty good at the show and Sale I guess. We sold 5 of the six sheep we took, we bought one back because Brad thought he could sell it for more. But we also bought a Ram and a Ewe from another breeder. At least we hauled less sheep home than we brought up.</div><div align="center">The trip home was not bad either. I ran Brylie around the building during the sale thinking I would wear her out so she would sleep a while. Wrong again. We made it as far as Granbury (about half way) Saturday night and stayed Desi and Cole. So Brylie was on Cloud 9! Then got up early Sunday and continued on home. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So all and all our road trip to Oklahoma was good, and Brylie did great the whole way. Not sure how we got so lucky, with such an easy going kid! </div><div align="center">(I am just hopeing Buckshot will be a lot like his big sister) </div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-42623338049126755602009-04-13T10:15:00.009-05:002009-04-14T11:29:14.696-05:00Easter and Papa's 95th Birthday!<div align="center"> We had a very busy Easter Weekend. We missed the Easter egg hunt at the Pioneer Museum the weekend before last, so the twins brought their kids out to our house on Saturday for an egg hunt. The guys hid the eggs and Desi dressed up as the Easter bunny. When the dog saw her, he went crazy and ran the other direction (such a great watch dog), it was so funny. The kids thought she was funny too!<br /></div><div><div><div><div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNZKLST8gI/AAAAAAAAAT4/HtRbYJgY560/s1600-h/Picture+122.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324197215845216770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNZKLST8gI/AAAAAAAAAT4/HtRbYJgY560/s320/Picture+122.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">Avery and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Brylie</span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNZ77CRV5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/H3O9Yi5SIhA/s1600-h/Picture+127.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324198070476429202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNZ77CRV5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/H3O9Yi5SIhA/s320/Picture+127.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div align="center">Avery, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Brylie</span>, Case & Hagen. </div><div align="center">Not sure what the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">momma's</span> in the back ground are doing, sure not watching their kids look for eggs?</div><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNZKfYnPEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/vbJVItb5pRg/s1600-h/Picture+142.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324197221240355906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNZKfYnPEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/vbJVItb5pRg/s320/Picture+142.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div align="center">I guess we hid to many eggs, because the kids were bored before they found them all. And started to play!</div><br /><p align="center">Saturday night when I was putting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Brylie</span> to bed, I told her she had to hurry up and go to sleep so the Easter bunny could fill her basket with a surprise. She asked me if Aunt Desi was going to fill her basket. I said no the real Easter Bunny, not Aunt Desi. So after a few minute I think I convinced <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Brylie</span> that Desi was just a pretend dress up Easter Bunny, not the real one. </p><br /><p align="center">Sunday Morning we went to Church in Harper and then to my grandparents house for Lunch. My grandfather's 95<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span> Birthday was on Saturday so we celebrated that too. </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324580512102556034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeS1w9HXIYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/c17zd1-ZI1s/s320/Picture+081.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p><p align="center">Case & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Brylie</span> help Papa blow out his candles.</p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeS1xJgTpaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/o40SsspAF5w/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324580515428410786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeS1xJgTpaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/o40SsspAF5w/s320/Picture+089.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Avery, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Brylie</span>, and Kaylee (my cousin's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">granddaughter</span>)</p><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeS1xlbgD6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/auDmXc2Zx2s/s1600-h/Picture+106.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324580522924445602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeS1xlbgD6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/auDmXc2Zx2s/s320/Picture+106.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Brylie</span> hunt for eggs.</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeS2fP4ZpEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DPZ5SK55cZg/s1600-h/Picture+109.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324581307414062146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeS2fP4ZpEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DPZ5SK55cZg/s320/Picture+109.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">The Easter Bunny (aka Aunt Desi) and Brady trying to help <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Brylie</span> keep all her eggs in her Basket!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeS2fVdhBLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8AVxLdHTlr0/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324581308911912114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeS2fVdhBLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8AVxLdHTlr0/s320/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Oma</span> and Desi</div><br /><div align="center">After the egg hunt, we headed to town to meet Brad's family at the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">nursing</span> home to visit with his Grandmother.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeS4ZiTlYRI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BLIi0Zokxq8/s1600-h/Picture+147.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324583408303956242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeS4ZiTlYRI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BLIi0Zokxq8/s320/Picture+147.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Brylie</span> loves playing with James and Jacob. She is such a rough little girl. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">That about did it. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Brylie</span> was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">completely</span> worn out. She was so cranky on the way home. She finally crashed around 6, not the perfect time, since I was thinking we would just go to bed early. But she slept about an hour, I woke her up to eat supper, and she was ready for bed again at 8. And so was I!<br /></div><br /><p align="center"></p></div></div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-7769312372329923272009-04-13T09:51:00.004-05:002009-04-13T10:06:09.277-05:00Opa's Helper<p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324190702723926322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNTPEBMCTI/AAAAAAAAATw/1Jgg3hYoIcM/s320/Picture+120.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Helping <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Opa</span> tube a very small goat kid!</p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNTOhE_4zI/AAAAAAAAATo/rNKcLI0kRvc/s1600-h/Picture+118.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324190693344666418" style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNTOhE_4zI/AAAAAAAAATo/rNKcLI0kRvc/s320/Picture+118.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Playing in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">orphan</span> kids pen.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNTOdgfJ8I/AAAAAAAAATg/hMhnAlakWO8/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324190692386219970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNTOdgfJ8I/AAAAAAAAATg/hMhnAlakWO8/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Driving the Mule. Brylie steers and Opa controls the pedals. Opa is very brave, because brylie never looks the direction she is driving. </p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNTOCY2zZI/AAAAAAAAATY/l4Y8A11BuIY/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324190685106458002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNTOCY2zZI/AAAAAAAAATY/l4Y8A11BuIY/s320/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Bottleing a set of Dorper twins, whos mommy dosen't have enough milk. Opa calls them Brylie future show lambs, since they are so tame.</p>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-40930186508269685992009-04-13T09:39:00.002-05:002009-04-13T09:43:02.101-05:00another Wedding Pic.<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNO6Au4XpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/UovDJGw9gG8/s1600-h/Picture+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324185943018069650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNO6Au4XpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/UovDJGw9gG8/s320/Picture+090.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">A Side view of the pregnant bridesmaid, thanks to my sisters. I had been dreading being the fat pregnant bridesmaid. But it was not as bad as I thought. The dress actually hind my belly a little, thank goodness. </div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-37966118278250688852009-04-10T11:17:00.007-05:002009-04-13T09:34:27.053-05:00Stacey & Justin's Wedding<div align="center">The big wedding was the weekend before last, here are some pictures!</div><div><div><div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd9zDRGEsAI/AAAAAAAAARo/NmayysfAsgc/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099784540893186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd9zDRGEsAI/AAAAAAAAARo/NmayysfAsgc/s320/Picture+084.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">We got the girls dresses a little too early! Thank goodness once again for Cinderella!<br /></div><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNJj08okoI/AAAAAAAAATI/Sx4Z8bq7EQw/s1600-h/Picture+094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324180064339268226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SeNJj08okoI/AAAAAAAAATI/Sx4Z8bq7EQw/s320/Picture+094.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div><br /></div><p align="center">The girl cousins!</p><p align="center">Jennifer, Mignon, Stacey (the Bride) Me, Desi</p><p align="center">Ashley Nicole</p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd9zDyTWmnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/516-fXm77I0/s1600-h/Picture+251.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099793454963314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd9zDyTWmnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/516-fXm77I0/s320/Picture+251.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">My sisters, and I and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Brylie</span><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd9zEOZ8H5I/AAAAAAAAASA/vFDeIs-dta4/s1600-h/Picture+329.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099800998780818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd9zEOZ8H5I/AAAAAAAAASA/vFDeIs-dta4/s320/Picture+329.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Avery and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Brylie</span> walking back down the aisle. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Brylie</span> thought she had to pick up all the flowers petal she had thrown on the way up the aisle.<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd91TfvTx0I/AAAAAAAAASI/k6fpHiHwXEw/s1600-h/Picture+109.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323102262373107522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd91TfvTx0I/AAAAAAAAASI/k6fpHiHwXEw/s320/Picture+109.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center">Brad, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Brylie</span>, Brad's mom and Grandmother</p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd91ThqcPnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_bZsFGS_SoI/s1600-h/Picture+133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323102262889561714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd91ThqcPnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_bZsFGS_SoI/s320/Picture+133.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Even in her princess dress she found boy's toys to play with.</div><div></div><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd91T5qdXAI/AAAAAAAAASY/ilaIwuf65yY/s1600-h/Picture+151.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323102269332085762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd91T5qdXAI/AAAAAAAAASY/ilaIwuf65yY/s320/Picture+151.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Mom and Aunt Cindy taking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Oma</span> for a spin around the dance floor.</div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd91UGiWUXI/AAAAAAAAASg/c55K80Y0uS0/s1600-h/Picture+169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323102272787730802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd91UGiWUXI/AAAAAAAAASg/c55K80Y0uS0/s320/Picture+169.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Papa's turn.<br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323102276560828162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd91UUl7NwI/AAAAAAAAASo/Z5Spvk3TcaQ/s320/Picture+172.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">The bride and Groom</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd935_0QHBI/AAAAAAAAASw/S5FwaPtO8mA/s1600-h/Picture+334.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323105122842057746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd935_0QHBI/AAAAAAAAASw/S5FwaPtO8mA/s320/Picture+334.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Brylie</span> & Avery Dancing! These two danced all night. </p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd936D01XUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fRy1IX_dN38/s1600-h/Picture+199.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323105123918241090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd936D01XUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fRy1IX_dN38/s320/Picture+199.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Didn't think about trying to take a family picture until close to 11. I think we should have tried a little earlier.</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd936qoBAFI/AAAAAAAAATA/Tq8lyE1jHI4/s1600-h/Picture+213.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323105134333460562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/Sd936qoBAFI/AAAAAAAAATA/Tq8lyE1jHI4/s320/Picture+213.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">At about 11:30 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Brylie</span> decided she was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">hungry</span>. So Desi got her a plate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">of</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Potato</span> Salad, and she e<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">at</span> all of it. But <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Brylie</span> never eats potatoes, except for french fries. She must have been on hungry little girl. </p><p align="center">She finally crashed around 12:30. I can't believe she lasted that long.</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p></div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-91617219077350238072009-03-20T09:41:00.002-05:002009-03-20T09:51:36.206-05:00Brylie & Tucker<div align="center">Tucker decided to sleep with Brylie last night. When I woke Brylie up and showed her, where Tucker was sleeping, she thought it was so funny. She has tried a couple of times to get him to sleep with her, and he never would . So I don't know whats got into him. </div><div align="center">But Brylie loves her Tucker. And I think he is kinda likes her too!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/ScOsV1TmuqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vysIo4JnwmA/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281476313856674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/ScOsV1TmuqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vysIo4JnwmA/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/ScOsVae0xlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h7ai8-Ns3mY/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281469113157202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/ScOsVae0xlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h7ai8-Ns3mY/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/ScOsUl50Z0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EOhVtGw2M0I/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281454999299906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/ScOsUl50Z0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EOhVtGw2M0I/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498063768072149475.post-67490370856799078922009-03-11T13:26:00.004-05:002009-03-11T13:45:00.485-05:00Daddys and their little girls!<div align="center">The Last weekend we were in San Angelo, We helped Reid and Kelly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Stultz</span> move into their new house. I am not sure how much we helped, or if we were more in the way. Reid and Brad went to college together, and I think they lived together for a while. Anyways, They have a little girl, Hadley, about a year older than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">brylie</span>. Although <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Brylie</span> is a little bit bigger than her. And then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Trea</span> and Erin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ottmers</span> also stopped by. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Trea</span> also went to school and lived with Brad and Reid. They have a little girl, August, a year younger than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Brylie</span>. (August also goes to the same babysitter as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Brylie</span>). So since we had all three boys together with their little girls, we decided to take some pictures.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SbgEt3qWidI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2WCrfFUJeps/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312000946565712338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SbgEt3qWidI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2WCrfFUJeps/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Reid & Hadley, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Trea</span> & August, and Brad & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Brylie</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SbgEtsQFcrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dOufuYfgzd4/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312000943502750386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SbgEtsQFcrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dOufuYfgzd4/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Hadley 3 yrs old, August 1 Yr old, And <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Brylie</span> 2 yrs. old</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SbgEtuPJR3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/yryQUBU1W6w/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312000944035678066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3O9DJXiPps8/SbgEtuPJR3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/yryQUBU1W6w/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Brylie</span> giving August Kisses!</div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17372215550180892119noreply@blogger.com0