<?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-2448475291596395216</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:21:04.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Meant To Be Shared!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-8312357616075649565</id><published>2010-03-15T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:29:28.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready For Baby!</title><content type='html'>We are getting ready for the arrival of our second little boy...both scary and exciting! Scary because I am getting nervous about having two kids and working, but sooo exciting to think of all the love the next one will give us! Owen is getting very anxious, asking us often when he's going to "patch" (not sure where he got that). My very good friends gave me a wonderful shower this past Saturday at the Tea Garden in Bolivar...I got lots of great things! Five weeks left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S55I60FM6iI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZMp5BaEJxXQ/s1600-h/P3130869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S55I60FM6iI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZMp5BaEJxXQ/s320/P3130869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448872774414952994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly, Me, Jill and Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S55IrEVrKzI/AAAAAAAAAu0/DCBfbXi8e6s/s1600-h/P3130865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S55IrEVrKzI/AAAAAAAAAu0/DCBfbXi8e6s/s320/P3130865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448872503901104946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S55FXIVWhYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/W8ak5TeFyZw/s320/IMG_6681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448868862841226626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-8312357616075649565?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/8312357616075649565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-ready-for-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8312357616075649565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8312357616075649565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-ready-for-baby.html' title='Getting Ready For Baby!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S55I60FM6iI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZMp5BaEJxXQ/s72-c/P3130869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-1744943353363560324</id><published>2010-02-25T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T06:01:39.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from Owen</title><content type='html'>I haven't been very good about posting lately but in the last couple of days, Owen has said some pretty funny stuff so I thought I'd share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making a pretend drawing, this was our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Have you seen this guy?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: No, what does he look like?&lt;br /&gt;Owen: He's big, and he wears a camoflauge hat.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Oh, does he have a name?&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Yes, it's Nathan Garver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen has never been allowed to sit on the coffee table but while watching a movie the other day, he snuck up there and said this:&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Mommy, don't come in the living room and see me sit on the coffee table, okay??&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Are you supposed to be sitting on that?&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Just don't come in here and see me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: I see you Monkey...&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Daddy, DON'T say a word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discussing baby names he says this:&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Andrew says he's going to name his baby Andrew, so I want to name our baby Owen&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: But if you're both named Owen, you won't know when I'm yelling who is in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Well then I guess you just shouldn't yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-1744943353363560324?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/1744943353363560324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-from-owen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/1744943353363560324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/1744943353363560324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-from-owen.html' title='Words from Owen'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-1594712275393385358</id><published>2010-01-28T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T06:41:07.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Room</title><content type='html'>In preparation for the new baby, we finally got Owen a big boy bed, and he LOVES it!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not completely done with it but for the most part, I'm really happy with how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S2GhcpSgdWI/AAAAAAAAAsY/fL2gfTUrjoo/s1600-h/IMG_6657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S2GhcpSgdWI/AAAAAAAAAsY/fL2gfTUrjoo/s320/IMG_6657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431800139077416290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S2GhcTKD8nI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ofWcHezPfSo/s1600-h/IMG_6656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S2GhcTKD8nI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ofWcHezPfSo/s320/IMG_6656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431800133136413298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S2Ghb64iJiI/AAAAAAAAAsI/1ca93w_7td8/s1600-h/IMG_6665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-boy-room.html' title='Big Boy Room'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S2GhcpSgdWI/AAAAAAAAAsY/fL2gfTUrjoo/s72-c/IMG_6657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-3536134483110585561</id><published>2010-01-06T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:35:53.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>This was the first Christmas that Owen really got into gift opening, he was a lot of fun and next year we'll have an 8 month old to add to the excitement! Hard to believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TyvWNZ5eI/AAAAAAAAArw/5Nn6yy30xp8/s1600-h/IMG_6566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TyvWNZ5eI/AAAAAAAAArw/5Nn6yy30xp8/s320/IMG_6566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423726746490496482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Bud, Namma, Owen, Me and BoBo...Owen would only agree to the photo if we were all holding a tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TquzKywgI/AAAAAAAAAro/8Z7CpcVY7g8/s1600-h/IMG_6518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TquzKywgI/AAAAAAAAAro/8Z7CpcVY7g8/s320/IMG_6518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423717940991279618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas Eve, the Hubbard boys were completely cooperative for this photo...Owen, not so much. He was feeling pretty silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TqaPo4hiI/AAAAAAAAAlrg/fHNZvm0AH3M/s1600-h/IMG_6524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TqaPo4hiI/AAAAAAAAArg/fHNZvm0AH3M/s320/IMG_6524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423717587856426530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His Aunt Jill will do anything to get him to smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TqZ5jMliI/AAAAAAAAArY/UwW-VJZs21c/s1600-h/IMG_6529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TqZ5jMliI/AAAAAAAAArY/UwW-VJZs21c/s320/IMG_6529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423717581926995490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa brought him a jeep and as soon as he got in, he mashed down on the gas pedal and not knowing it was in reverse, he rammed into the desk holding Santa's cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TqZRYHMuI/AAAAAAAAArQ/WJ6ww3xhnLk/s1600-h/IMG_6533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TqZRYHMuI/AAAAAAAAArQ/WJ6ww3xhnLk/s320/IMG_6533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423717571143086818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grammy got him a Handy Manny that he loves playing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TqZLfeDFI/AAAAAAAAArI/BEhdRp2enV4/s1600-h/IMG_6545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TqZLfeDFI/AAAAAAAAArI/BEhdRp2enV4/s320/IMG_6545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423717569563331666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready for his baby brother, he was really concentrating on feeding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TqYvogQpI/AAAAAAAAArA/q2Rlulcdf7A/s1600-h/IMG_6550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TqYvogQpI/AAAAAAAAArA/q2Rlulcdf7A/s320/IMG_6550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423717562085032594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grammy, Owen and Nathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TppW5gQ2I/AAAAAAAAAq4/e4mHTTe12zo/s1600-h/IMG_6554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TppW5gQ2I/AAAAAAAAAq4/e4mHTTe12zo/s320/IMG_6554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423716747991597922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TppKCCnTI/AAAAAAAAAqw/sOiDr_9srh0/s1600-h/IMG_6558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TppKCCnTI/AAAAAAAAAqw/sOiDr_9srh0/s320/IMG_6558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423716744537742642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0Tpo7ysKMI/AAAAAAAAAqo/snbUxedtDNY/s1600-h/IMG_6559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0Tpo7ysKMI/AAAAAAAAAqo/snbUxedtDNY/s320/IMG_6559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423716740715260098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jill and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TpojuWcII/AAAAAAAAAqg/bvv5Uan9otg/s1600-h/IMG_6556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TpojuWcII/AAAAAAAAAqg/bvv5Uan9otg/s320/IMG_6556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423716734254608514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off his toys from BoBo and PaPa Bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TpoTwsPZI/AAAAAAAAAqY/f91FutXS6tY/s1600-h/IMG_6567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TpoTwsPZI/AAAAAAAAAqY/f91FutXS6tY/s320/IMG_6567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423716729969458578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our cute little Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0ToxKGKPdI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/4w1M87xhIIA/s1600-h/IMG_6582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0ToxKGKPdI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/4w1M87xhIIA/s320/IMG_6582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423715782482345426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What kid doesn't love a new flashlight??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0Tow_HKRpI/AAAAAAAAAqI/lfHT-396eMA/s1600-h/IMG_6595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0Tow_HKRpI/AAAAAAAAAqI/lfHT-396eMA/s320/IMG_6595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423715779533751954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three, almost four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TowOK2GWI/AAAAAAAAAp4/S0Yb8eGi53E/s1600-h/IMG_6601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TowOK2GWI/AAAAAAAAAp4/S0Yb8eGi53E/s320/IMG_6601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423715766395869538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen and Easton being completely silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0Tovvib5pI/AAAAAAAAApw/WCAKQH8nbqs/s1600-h/IMG_6612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0Tovvib5pI/AAAAAAAAApw/WCAKQH8nbqs/s320/IMG_6612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423715758173316754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen once again being silly with his Namma and PaPa Duane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-3536134483110585561?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/3536134483110585561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/3536134483110585561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/3536134483110585561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/S0TyvWNZ5eI/AAAAAAAAArw/5Nn6yy30xp8/s72-c/IMG_6566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-4382782117127091619</id><published>2009-12-12T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:57:01.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit About Owen</title><content type='html'>I thought I should take the time to post a few things about Owen since he just turned three...I can't believe he is becoming such a big boy and I know in a few short months he's going to seem even bigger when his little brother gets here!&lt;br /&gt;His favorite foods and snacks are marshmallows, chips (orange ones espescially), carrots, grapes, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, grilled cheese sandwiches with jelly on top, crackers and fruit snacks.&lt;br /&gt;His favorite shows are the Backyardigans, Tom and Jerry, Wow Wow Wubzy, Max and Ruby, and Ni Hao Kai Lan.&lt;br /&gt;He LOVES playing pirates and is quick to correct anyone if they say Arrr without wearing a proper pirate hat. He also likes to play cowboys but again, I or anyone else must be wearing a cowboy hat before playing with him. :)&lt;br /&gt;He often attaches himself to a particular stuffed animal and always puts a Y at the end of it to give it the proper name, examples: Pandy, Penguiny, Froggy.&lt;br /&gt;He makes Nathan and I laugh everyday, whether it be because of a silly song he makes up or from a mad face he's giving us...I can't imagine what our life would be like without him in it and I look forward to doing it all again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-4382782117127091619?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/4382782117127091619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-bit-about-owen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/4382782117127091619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/4382782117127091619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-bit-about-owen.html' title='A Little Bit About Owen'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-9218883709948848975</id><published>2009-12-07T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:42:05.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday Owen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx--vYzv-7I/AAAAAAAAApo/PiFbGLk13zA/s1600-h/IMG_6435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx--vYzv-7I/AAAAAAAAApo/PiFbGLk13zA/s320/IMG_6435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413254998445259698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen and Allie loving on each other, so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx--ecSOnbI/AAAAAAAAApg/Q-SqUHFNY74/s1600-h/IMG_6441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx--ecSOnbI/AAAAAAAAApg/Q-SqUHFNY74/s320/IMG_6441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413254707320626610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby Jack" is becoming a big boy, and still so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-5vYv4-FI/AAAAAAAAApY/qyaP6y4rKkg/s1600-h/IMG_6429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-5vYv4-FI/AAAAAAAAApY/qyaP6y4rKkg/s320/IMG_6429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413249500870932562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli, Easton, Haden, Owen, Kamryn, Andrew, Adrian, Jack, Clayton, Kyndell (Allie was not interested in standing with everyone unless her mommy did too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-4IEzm7HI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qjTQvoYqpmU/s1600-h/IMG_6358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-4IEzm7HI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qjTQvoYqpmU/s320/IMG_6358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413247725991292018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy, Owen and Namma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-3kMRivaI/AAAAAAAAApI/XeXpAayJm6A/s1600-h/IMG_6353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-3kMRivaI/AAAAAAAAApI/XeXpAayJm6A/s320/IMG_6353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413247109520604578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I showed him his cake, he took a big breath in and said "I like it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-2iEB-EkI/AAAAAAAAApA/9-7nPnr_fAk/s1600-h/IMG_6378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-2iEB-EkI/AAAAAAAAApA/9-7nPnr_fAk/s320/IMG_6378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413245973436437058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got really excited when he saw all his intruments, and when we walked out of the party his Uncle Bill asked him if he is going to be a musician when he grows up and he said "No, I'm going to be a one man band" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-1eIsEuFI/AAAAAAAAAo4/egC1DrYx2AY/s1600-h/IMG_6399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-1eIsEuFI/AAAAAAAAAo4/egC1DrYx2AY/s320/IMG_6399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413244806455670866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-wkDWa6yI/AAAAAAAAAow/VM2JXFohrPc/s1600-h/IMG_6402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-wkDWa6yI/AAAAAAAAAow/VM2JXFohrPc/s320/IMG_6402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413239410543749922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack had a good time playing with Amber's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-vJwy7ahI/AAAAAAAAAoo/SDw5KBzOSqU/s1600-h/IMG_6406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-vJwy7ahI/AAAAAAAAAoo/SDw5KBzOSqU/s320/IMG_6406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413237859374819858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-ujs0xcJI/AAAAAAAAAog/ryXeN-WfiFI/s1600-h/IMG_6408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx-ujs0xcJI/AAAAAAAAAog/ryXeN-WfiFI/s320/IMG_6408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413237205473783954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the cheesiest smile on his face the entire time we were singing to him, he was loving all the attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1x-d_F5aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mQ-edwfF4_g/s1600-h/IMG_6409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1x-d_F5aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mQ-edwfF4_g/s320/IMG_6409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412607645184288162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1xnELvGEI/AAAAAAAAAoI/0xil1-7fFCo/s1600-h/IMG_6418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1xnELvGEI/AAAAAAAAAoI/0xil1-7fFCo/s320/IMG_6418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412607243121006658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was his intial expression at Captain Hook (who happened to make an appearance at the party)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1xUOBW9iI/AAAAAAAAAoA/YBvJwwWDhao/s1600-h/IMG_6425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1xUOBW9iI/AAAAAAAAAoA/YBvJwwWDhao/s320/IMG_6425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412606919344322082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was his expression at him when he realized he was wearing his eye patch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1w6I_pptI/AAAAAAAAAn4/SsgGuucq1wg/s1600-h/IMG_6421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1w6I_pptI/AAAAAAAAAn4/SsgGuucq1wg/s320/IMG_6421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412606471318382290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Hook (aka Uncle Bill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1wjCn1bHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sMvXki0CPA4/s1600-h/IMG_6413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1wjCn1bHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sMvXki0CPA4/s320/IMG_6413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412606074470886514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen and Aunt Jill, she pushed him around the gym on that scooter forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1wLY3h06I/AAAAAAAAAno/q6s_84wWydo/s1600-h/IMG_6411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1wLY3h06I/AAAAAAAAAno/q6s_84wWydo/s320/IMG_6411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412605668125430690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my grandparents that I'm soooo blessed to have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1vzTm9o2I/AAAAAAAAAng/5TyYjjgR0P8/s1600-h/IMG_6433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx1vzTm9o2I/AAAAAAAAAng/5TyYjjgR0P8/s320/IMG_6433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412605254396912482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told the boys to show her how old they are and Easton proudly held up four fingers, Jill quickly corrected him! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-9218883709948848975?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/9218883709948848975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-3rd-birthday-owen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/9218883709948848975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/9218883709948848975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-3rd-birthday-owen.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday Owen!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sx--vYzv-7I/AAAAAAAAApo/PiFbGLk13zA/s72-c/IMG_6435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-5251688394664852793</id><published>2009-10-19T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:33:08.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday Nathan went hunting so I told Owen instead of Mommy and Daddy going on a date, him and I were going to go on a date. He excitedly said "We are??" We met Amber and Allie for pizza and then went to see Toy Story. The kids squealed with excitement the entire way across the parking lot into the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/StxokQ_tSeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hXpWKj1VXCA/s1600-h/IMG_6175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/StxokQ_tSeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hXpWKj1VXCA/s320/IMG_6175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394301425929767394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way to Springfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/StxodjOsIDI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/0tI1r-kE8GM/s1600-h/IMG_6177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/StxodjOsIDI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/0tI1r-kE8GM/s320/IMG_6177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394301310565359666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amber and Allie waiting for our pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/StxoXSTifcI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Vu-GgIs-ajU/s1600-h/IMG_6178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/StxoXSTifcI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Vu-GgIs-ajU/s320/IMG_6178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394301202943081922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my sweet boy on our date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/StxoRS_PpQI/AAAAAAAAAnA/7idyPZm2m_w/s1600-h/IMG_6179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/StxoRS_PpQI/AAAAAAAAAnA/7idyPZm2m_w/s320/IMG_6179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394301100047181058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sooo excited after the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/StxoLHQjBEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/S1CM6-w2Hf4/s1600-h/IMG_6182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/StxoLHQjBEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/S1CM6-w2Hf4/s320/IMG_6182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394300993819313218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going on dates is hard work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-5251688394664852793?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/5251688394664852793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/10/date-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/5251688394664852793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/5251688394664852793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/10/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/StxokQ_tSeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hXpWKj1VXCA/s72-c/IMG_6175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-5461050042144699367</id><published>2009-10-05T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:15:08.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Jamaica</title><content type='html'>Since I've been getting grief about only posting five pictures of Jamaica, here's a few more...with a few more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspSybhJoyI/AAAAAAAAAmw/JA6CH7dFSss/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspSybhJoyI/AAAAAAAAAmw/JA6CH7dFSss/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389210930435957538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspSiycc-iI/AAAAAAAAAmo/F_Uxe7bV9-Y/s1600-h/us.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/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspSiycc-iI/AAAAAAAAAmo/F_Uxe7bV9-Y/s320/us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389210661712362018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspSLWGJOWI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FV2p8gqFFoc/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspSLWGJOWI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FV2p8gqFFoc/s320/sleep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389210258965608802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep eating his pizza, he looks soooo sweet when he's sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspRtTSE2zI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Dq2raGSTV8E/s1600-h/owenbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspRtTSE2zI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Dq2raGSTV8E/s320/owenbeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389209742814272306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had such a hard time not getting in the water since the wedding was on the beach, although he was extremely grumpy, he did good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspRid6NZTI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ndrVHh4b4wY/s1600-h/ojbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspRid6NZTI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ndrVHh4b4wY/s320/ojbeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389209556688397618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspRO3c8lFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/W_4nVxRPYJE/s1600-h/shovel.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/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspRO3c8lFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/W_4nVxRPYJE/s320/shovel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389209219947598930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and that silly face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspQ9mksWqI/AAAAAAAAAmA/cknDWxecq8s/s1600-h/shovel1.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/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspQ9mksWqI/AAAAAAAAAmA/cknDWxecq8s/s320/shovel1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389208923358911138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspQyAM-pvI/AAAAAAAAAl4/47SjplUanPU/s1600-h/shovel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspQyAM-pvI/AAAAAAAAAl4/47SjplUanPU/s320/shovel2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389208724080338674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspQn3g20vI/AAAAAAAAAlw/4TAjmhV6kTQ/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspQn3g20vI/AAAAAAAAAlw/4TAjmhV6kTQ/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389208549949100786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspPxcwOl2I/AAAAAAAAAlo/5-oG4n4-sSM/s1600-h/characters.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/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspPxcwOl2I/AAAAAAAAAlo/5-oG4n4-sSM/s320/characters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389207615052879714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the characters putting on a show, Owen loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspPkWnvfnI/AAAAAAAAAlg/FDmIGBKbQPo/s1600-h/meowen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspPkWnvfnI/AAAAAAAAAlg/FDmIGBKbQPo/s320/meowen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389207390068375154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspPNsExU2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/a7fSYWW7LG0/s1600-h/elmo+hug.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/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspPNsExU2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/a7fSYWW7LG0/s320/elmo+hug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389207000690283362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspOfqElE7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/HZctdg50iT8/s1600-h/elmobk.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/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspOfqElE7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/HZctdg50iT8/s320/elmobk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389206209878627250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storytime with Elmo, he did good at participating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspORuvwWlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/8O-7oM6DIaA/s1600-h/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspORuvwWlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/8O-7oM6DIaA/s320/chair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389205970615294546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't get any better than this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspN8NngKZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/5og456OZQvE/s1600-h/jkoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspN8NngKZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/5og456OZQvE/s320/jkoj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389205600945056146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspNfxENfyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/nMs5M1gV_KE/s1600-h/sleep2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspNfxENfyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/nMs5M1gV_KE/s320/sleep2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389205112244502306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspNGil2PmI/AAAAAAAAAkw/0ywgmK-pSSQ/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspNGil2PmI/AAAAAAAAAkw/0ywgmK-pSSQ/s320/three.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389204678862323298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to get a bongo...and yes, he played with it on the plane ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspM0-eoMHI/AAAAAAAAAko/23NcWaCVsZA/s1600-h/us2.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/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspM0-eoMHI/AAAAAAAAAko/23NcWaCVsZA/s320/us2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389204377110589554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner on our last night there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-5461050042144699367?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/5461050042144699367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-jamaica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/5461050042144699367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/5461050042144699367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-jamaica.html' title='More Jamaica'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SspSybhJoyI/AAAAAAAAAmw/JA6CH7dFSss/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-2455128883957172907</id><published>2009-09-18T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:35:53.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamaica</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful time in Jamaica! I took over 200 pictures for the sake of time, here's just a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SrPf_sq76RI/AAAAAAAAAkg/kLrgurtnNl4/s1600-h/IMG5606.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/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SrPf_sq76RI/AAAAAAAAAkg/kLrgurtnNl4/s320/IMG5606.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382892265053874450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SrPfp_6ZuNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/4lBfpvHWQoU/s1600-h/IMG5723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SrPfp_6ZuNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/4lBfpvHWQoU/s320/IMG5723.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382891892261894354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SrPeiBeGonI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wBm0bQzUFHs/s1600-h/IMG5729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SrPeiBeGonI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wBm0bQzUFHs/s320/IMG5729.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382890655729492594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SrPdwS9PShI/AAAAAAAAAkA/e5Okyaf1AWs/s1600-h/IMG5643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SrPdwS9PShI/AAAAAAAAAkA/e5Okyaf1AWs/s320/IMG5643.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382889801430026770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SrPctg_sBgI/AAAAAAAAAj4/bA5dG33qJl0/s1600-h/IMG5624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SrPctg_sBgI/AAAAAAAAAj4/bA5dG33qJl0/s320/IMG5624.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382888654147159554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-2455128883957172907?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/2455128883957172907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/09/jamaica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2455128883957172907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2455128883957172907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/09/jamaica.html' title='Jamaica'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SrPf_sq76RI/AAAAAAAAAkg/kLrgurtnNl4/s72-c/IMG5606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-9035205420040641618</id><published>2009-09-01T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:16:55.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="WIDTH: 194px"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; HEIGHT: 194px" align="middle" feat="embedwebsite" 20style="%22height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif)%20no-repeat%20left%22%3E%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 1px 0px 0px 4px" height="160" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SpwjYApO56E/AAAAAAAAAg0/0Q8t39xVqRM/s160-c/California2009.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #4d4d4d; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/brnaow/California2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;California 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;We recently took a trip to California to see my cousin Sarah and my friend LaTisha. Owen's first airplane ride was a good one and the trip was a lot of fun...he says his favorite part of the trip was riding the horses (carousels)!&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on California 2009 to see the entire album.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-9035205420040641618?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/9035205420040641618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/09/california.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/9035205420040641618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/9035205420040641618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/09/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SpwjYApO56E/AAAAAAAAAg0/0Q8t39xVqRM/s72-c/California2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-2957537884179595487</id><published>2009-08-14T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:04:50.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we went camping with Josh, Kelly, Kyndell and Kamryn, and Gordie, Shawna, Adrian and Andrew...the kids were great and we all had a good (hot) time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWlFFBL2zI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KzrE872lmjE/s1600-h/IMG_5669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879637374262066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWlFFBL2zI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KzrE872lmjE/s320/IMG_5669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWk-3-AyaI/AAAAAAAAAcs/dBdn8tx80FU/s1600-h/IMG_5671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879530792077730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWk-3-AyaI/AAAAAAAAAcs/dBdn8tx80FU/s320/IMG_5671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWk3k6epkI/AAAAAAAAAck/e9MNp5swW3A/s1600-h/IMG_5672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879405417899586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWk3k6epkI/AAAAAAAAAck/e9MNp5swW3A/s320/IMG_5672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew was cooperating so well and trying to get Owen to do the same but it was not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWkx6kVL1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/TiIxrpzimGA/s1600-h/IMG_5674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879308151369554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWkx6kVL1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/TiIxrpzimGA/s320/IMG_5674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWksI-XsSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yPzEpONGz8w/s1600-h/IMG_5675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879208939467042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWksI-XsSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yPzEpONGz8w/s320/IMG_5675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly and Kamryn...I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWknMbbEoI/AAAAAAAAAcM/I_q4KB3sU00/s1600-h/IMG_5693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879123967283842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWknMbbEoI/AAAAAAAAAcM/I_q4KB3sU00/s320/IMG_5693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adrian rockin' out with his air guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWkjFVXHgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/usnWlIh89Qo/s1600-h/IMG_5694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879053343333890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWkjFVXHgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/usnWlIh89Qo/s320/IMG_5694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Kyndell and Kamryn need some "girl" friends, they had to take their shirts off since all the boys had theirs off. They all had a good time dancing while Owen ate snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWkeSS2UJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/BWWJp03NwSM/s1600-h/IMG_5696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369878970923110546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWkeSS2UJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/BWWJp03NwSM/s320/IMG_5696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, everyone is cooperating while Owen eats snacks! No wonder his belly is soooo big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-2957537884179595487?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/2957537884179595487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2957537884179595487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2957537884179595487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-trip.html' title='Camping Trip'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoWlFFBL2zI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KzrE872lmjE/s72-c/IMG_5669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-2133013426053892153</id><published>2009-08-11T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:10:46.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG-zw8xQ9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/aHgtUoxOMT0/s1600-h/cakeface.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368782027324736466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG-zw8xQ9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/aHgtUoxOMT0/s320/cakeface.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cupcake face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG-vhMeKGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/yJYG6XBb41M/s1600-h/ballair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368781954376149090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG-vhMeKGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/yJYG6XBb41M/s320/ballair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His latest hobby is kicking the soccer ball, he's getting pretty good at it but if you notice, he always has his tongue out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG-r0-LCTI/AAAAAAAAAbc/szfcVoNfCms/s1600-h/soccer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368781890965408050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG-r0-LCTI/AAAAAAAAAbc/szfcVoNfCms/s320/soccer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368781802350541682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG-mq2ve3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/xG_ABbvKQE4/s320/soccerton.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG-RtxcwNI/AAAAAAAAAbM/auDnMiazXjQ/s1600-h/two.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368781442356396242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG-RtxcwNI/AAAAAAAAAbM/auDnMiazXjQ/s320/two.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how he illustrates his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG-FLHLgCI/AAAAAAAAAbE/w36vPRCKRho/s1600-h/piratecar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368781226893869090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG-FLHLgCI/AAAAAAAAAbE/w36vPRCKRho/s320/piratecar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His other hobby is being a pirate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG97I44DLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Xyp-bO_4v5M/s1600-h/pirate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368781054498311346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG97I44DLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Xyp-bO_4v5M/s320/pirate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and saying "Arrrrr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG9lJ8BJaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/sMVsp6xCeEM/s1600-h/sprinkeritch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368780676822803874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG9lJ8BJaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/sMVsp6xCeEM/s320/sprinkeritch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was digging at a mosquito bite and when I was in the process of taking this picture he said "But it really itches!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG9gwD17KI/AAAAAAAAAas/QcdXaAHzozo/s1600-h/sprinkler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368780601156824226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG9gwD17KI/AAAAAAAAAas/QcdXaAHzozo/s320/sprinkler.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG9XqFYiWI/AAAAAAAAAak/tzNLdPLEG00/s1600-h/funnyfaces.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368780444933851490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG9XqFYiWI/AAAAAAAAAak/tzNLdPLEG00/s320/funnyfaces.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Him and Easton making silly faces at Namma's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-2133013426053892153?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/2133013426053892153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-bit-of-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2133013426053892153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2133013426053892153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-bit-of-lately.html' title='A Little Bit of Lately'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SoG-zw8xQ9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/aHgtUoxOMT0/s72-c/cakeface.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-6075329390932272639</id><published>2009-08-03T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:21:44.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake</title><content type='html'>We went to the lake with Shane, Amber and Allie again but this time we went out on the boat...a first for Owen and he loved it! Him and Allie were perfect the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndE2iXTgJI/AAAAAAAAAac/pn4IZmwBaMc/s1600-h/oanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365833184763412626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndE2iXTgJI/AAAAAAAAAac/pn4IZmwBaMc/s320/oanda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndEqERJRnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ATsxlkFar4s/s1600-h/meowenboat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365832970526082674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndEqERJRnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ATsxlkFar4s/s320/meowenboat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As soon as he found the rope, it turned into his lasso...being a cowboy is never far from his mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndEkp0DltI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UQKxaABqYv0/s1600-h/owenfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365832877525407442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndEkp0DltI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UQKxaABqYv0/s320/owenfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A highlight of Owen's day: catching a monster (ok, tiny) couple of fish! He was so excited to reel them in. Nathan even got him to put his fingers in their mouths to throw them back, he didn't quite get it down but he will soon I'm sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndEhbfgk1I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/IvfKetUsfEk/s1600-h/amberallie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365832822141522770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndEhbfgk1I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/IvfKetUsfEk/s320/amberallie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allie is not smiling here, she's growling (literally) at me for taking her picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndEePQxAXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fBsSKXeueKA/s1600-h/apotty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365832767318851954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndEePQxAXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fBsSKXeueKA/s320/apotty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No time for growling here, she was very busy peeing, picking her nose &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; eating a pretzel! Boy do us girls know how to multi-task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndEZnY1NGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/EsimZSejW80/s1600-h/squirtbottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365832687895786594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndEZnY1NGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/EsimZSejW80/s320/squirtbottle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndEW2rLIlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/-ZPGwW-yeOQ/s1600-h/uslake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365832640459645522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndEW2rLIlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/-ZPGwW-yeOQ/s320/uslake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-6075329390932272639?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/6075329390932272639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/08/lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/6075329390932272639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/6075329390932272639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/08/lake.html' title='The Lake'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SndE2iXTgJI/AAAAAAAAAac/pn4IZmwBaMc/s72-c/oanda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-7754267305268789526</id><published>2009-07-06T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:26:32.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A First on the Fourth</title><content type='html'>We went to Nathan's aunt and uncles's for their annual Fourth of July get together and although Owen wasn't much into the big fireworks, we all had a great time. After the first set of fireworks, he picked up his little bag chair and said "Come on Dad, it's time to go home and take a nap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJKzZqiKrI/AAAAAAAAAZc/35xBJbRyNLs/s1600-h/spark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355425153820011186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJKzZqiKrI/AAAAAAAAAZc/35xBJbRyNLs/s320/spark.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have never really liked sparklers but he did and I was a nervous wreck as I watched him enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJKczksLvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/MPjdTqYOn_s/s1600-h/owen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355424765637832434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJKczksLvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/MPjdTqYOn_s/s320/owen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Up in the treehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJKYz-pb2I/AAAAAAAAAZM/qgAAfmI9rKY/s1600-h/jack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355424697027227490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJKYz-pb2I/AAAAAAAAAZM/qgAAfmI9rKY/s320/jack.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Baby Jack" is getting so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJKVG08QxI/AAAAAAAAAZE/bh9iThdsOg0/s1600-h/eat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355424633367315218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJKVG08QxI/AAAAAAAAAZE/bh9iThdsOg0/s320/eat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen and his cousin Talan got really good at saying "Cheeeeese"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJKJbTIlfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dLicLecY5jA/s1600-h/smilejack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355424432704230898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJKJbTIlfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dLicLecY5jA/s320/smilejack.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What beautiful blue eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJKDxSNMzI/AAAAAAAAAYs/R7wQE4-Ld-Y/s1600-h/squat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355424335526703922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJKDxSNMzI/AAAAAAAAAYs/R7wQE4-Ld-Y/s320/squat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They thought they were pretty big stuff walking down to where the big kids were doing fireworks and here they're pleading their case as to where they were going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJJ_8lhOeI/AAAAAAAAAYk/vaFwN3UbbvU/s1600-h/smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355424269841021410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJJ_8lhOeI/AAAAAAAAAYk/vaFwN3UbbvU/s320/smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We told them to put their arms around each other but instead they put them around themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJJninlW_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/gnAZNXFLe4Q/s1600-h/meando.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355423850553498610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJJninlW_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/gnAZNXFLe4Q/s320/meando.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-7754267305268789526?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/7754267305268789526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-on-fourth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/7754267305268789526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/7754267305268789526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-on-fourth.html' title='A First on the Fourth'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SlJKzZqiKrI/AAAAAAAAAZc/35xBJbRyNLs/s72-c/spark.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-6700340158189541707</id><published>2009-07-02T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:55:10.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Baby</title><content type='html'>Owen officially loves swimming! He's getting pretty brave at Grammy's pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SkytkSG6wTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3DuQqHH7xVI/s1600-h/jumpnate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353844895884427570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SkytkSG6wTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3DuQqHH7xVI/s320/jumpnate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353844833329471410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SkytgpEp37I/AAAAAAAAAX8/lQHuEBSkBWc/s320/todonna.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SkytdPBdMII/AAAAAAAAAX0/OV4bTeQLlOU/s1600-h/jumpingtome.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353844774797127810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SkytdPBdMII/AAAAAAAAAX0/OV4bTeQLlOU/s320/jumpingtome.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SkytYEMDxDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mvXViIKeeGc/s1600-h/nando.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353844685989463090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SkytYEMDxDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mvXViIKeeGc/s320/nando.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SkytUclmMUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KoENu8tn3tU/s1600-h/ring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353844623819551042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SkytUclmMUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KoENu8tn3tU/s320/ring.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SkytOGONcyI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HokusIVkRXw/s1600-h/ring2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353844514736665378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SkytOGONcyI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HokusIVkRXw/s320/ring2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353844447787789538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SkytKM0WrOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/PAFO3cwfO_s/s320/jet.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-6700340158189541707?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/6700340158189541707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/07/water-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/6700340158189541707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/6700340158189541707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/07/water-baby.html' title='Water Baby'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SkytkSG6wTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3DuQqHH7xVI/s72-c/jumpnate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-8298096974434918703</id><published>2009-06-17T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:21:29.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lesses</title><content type='html'>We started "swimming lesses", as he calls them on Monday and to my surprise, he loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sjk-3zgYbRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wKGwrC3xacg/s1600-h/before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348375160918928658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sjk-3zgYbRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wKGwrC3xacg/s320/before.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to go...he kept saying "Can I get in now? Ask the teacher if I can get in"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sjk-zsWHNZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mtsEj1yQ2Sc/s1600-h/fb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348375090277332370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sjk-zsWHNZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mtsEj1yQ2Sc/s320/fb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He always starts out in the kiddie pool to get used to the water and the first night when we had been in the deep end for a while, he said he wanted to go to the cat pool...after we left it hit me that he thought the kiddie pool was the kitty pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sjk-wNHof3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/F_wIbG_Hg9I/s1600-h/kick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348375030355492722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sjk-wNHof3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/F_wIbG_Hg9I/s320/kick.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loving the kick board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sjk-pcuzr6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/6-zAgLnX_Kw/s1600-h/laugh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348374914287251362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sjk-pcuzr6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/6-zAgLnX_Kw/s320/laugh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wiping his eyes after jumping in to me, I think he would do that the whole time if he could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sjk-kBskfbI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8uW6vRbpnyU/s1600-h/cup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348374821130763698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sjk-kBskfbI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8uW6vRbpnyU/s320/cup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying some pink ice cream on our way home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-8298096974434918703?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/8298096974434918703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/06/swimming-lesses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8298096974434918703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8298096974434918703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/06/swimming-lesses.html' title='Swimming Lesses'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sjk-3zgYbRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wKGwrC3xacg/s72-c/before.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-808553511945124998</id><published>2009-06-10T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:59:31.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Dollar City</title><content type='html'>Mom and I took Eli, Clayton and Owen to Silver Dollar City on Tuesday. Despite getting really hot, we all had a great time and Owen is ready to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si__jQhbgdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/JHFmQlZcYQk/s1600-h/IMG_5341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345772263907754450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si__jQhbgdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/JHFmQlZcYQk/s320/IMG_5341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si__di12JCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/wYQTQsfpN5g/s1600-h/IMG_5344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345772165746009122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si__di12JCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/wYQTQsfpN5g/s320/IMG_5344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to adjust to the cold water hitting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si__YsRJgAI/AAAAAAAAAWU/HvGQ4w4ul0E/s1600-h/IMG_5347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345772082377097218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si__YsRJgAI/AAAAAAAAAWU/HvGQ4w4ul0E/s320/IMG_5347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Namma convinced him to run through the water with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si__EMgj9gI/AAAAAAAAAWE/KrnjLMhEwXo/s1600-h/IMG_5355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345771730254427650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si__EMgj9gI/AAAAAAAAAWE/KrnjLMhEwXo/s320/IMG_5355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Completely embracing the cold water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_9_W5G86I/AAAAAAAAAV8/xvar00pqcZE/s1600-h/IMG_5360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345770547630764962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_9_W5G86I/AAAAAAAAAV8/xvar00pqcZE/s320/IMG_5360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He doesn't look like it in the photo but he loved riding the frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_96Y4HrQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3DkEfQacWTQ/s1600-h/IMG_5383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345770462264143106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_96Y4HrQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3DkEfQacWTQ/s320/IMG_5383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painting in his new sherriff's hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_903wqgFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/NulH-fNftrI/s1600-h/IMG_5391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345770367475155026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_903wqgFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/NulH-fNftrI/s320/IMG_5391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Worn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-808553511945124998?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/808553511945124998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/06/silver-dollar-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/808553511945124998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/808553511945124998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/06/silver-dollar-city.html' title='Silver Dollar City'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si__jQhbgdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/JHFmQlZcYQk/s72-c/IMG_5341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-1384772379391008387</id><published>2009-06-10T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:20:42.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_3uLuzqGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ftUbZAPN_WM/s1600-h/tug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345763655507224674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_3uLuzqGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ftUbZAPN_WM/s320/tug.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told him to get by Tug so he squatted down and said "Like this Mom?" He makes me laugh everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_3qMb231I/AAAAAAAAAVc/njQAC6p_7Uc/s1600-h/tent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345763586976702290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_3qMb231I/AAAAAAAAAVc/njQAC6p_7Uc/s320/tent.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Brodie, my friend Stefanie's dog we kept for a week while she was on vacation. Owen had a lot of fun playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_3lyAQekI/AAAAAAAAAVU/YQlkDaF6E6M/s1600-h/brpin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345763511162141250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_3lyAQekI/AAAAAAAAAVU/YQlkDaF6E6M/s320/brpin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brodie didn't listen to us very well so instead of telling him to lay down, I just put him right in front of Owen and told him to hold him so he didn't go anywhere. He stayed there just long enough to get the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_3ggJDGAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3HLnCzh7i5Q/s1600-h/porch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345763420467828738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_3ggJDGAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3HLnCzh7i5Q/s320/porch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every time we're on the front porch Owen climbs up and down the porch rails and always says "See Mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-1384772379391008387?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/1384772379391008387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/06/puppy-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/1384772379391008387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/1384772379391008387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/06/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Si_3uLuzqGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ftUbZAPN_WM/s72-c/tug.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-6295965679853435516</id><published>2009-06-04T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:56:31.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Phase</title><content type='html'>This is Owen's latest...sitting down somewhere and pouting. Nathan and I try really hard not to laugh but it's pretty funny! What's even funnier is that he can go from this to being happy in about two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SifgBWBmjgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/a8np67pXIeM/s1600-h/IMG_5317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343485796595174914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SifgBWBmjgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/a8np67pXIeM/s320/IMG_5317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-6295965679853435516?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/6295965679853435516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-phase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/6295965679853435516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/6295965679853435516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-phase.html' title='A New Phase'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SifgBWBmjgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/a8np67pXIeM/s72-c/IMG_5317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-3524095462365823239</id><published>2009-05-28T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:02:34.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sh6nkEVYKlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/uw_4gJly1bI/s1600-h/IMG_5270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340890446188522066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sh6nkEVYKlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/uw_4gJly1bI/s320/IMG_5270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Landry's in Branson celebrating our 5th wedding anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sh6ng3N1qcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/AB8ktfTrZmA/s1600-h/haden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340890391127632322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sh6ng3N1qcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/AB8ktfTrZmA/s320/haden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen and his cousin Haden riding the chuck wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sh6ly_jEV-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/_lKciXTWbXc/s1600-h/bacpak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888503578548194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sh6ly_jEV-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/_lKciXTWbXc/s320/bacpak.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves to wear his backpack and says he is going to school when he's four...that's going to be here before I know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sh6lqguPPuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yJNErCD6P74/s1600-h/three.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888357864947426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sh6lqguPPuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yJNErCD6P74/s320/three.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking up from the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sh6lmQWmNSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/jyj09K_qJb8/s1600-h/owenroad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888284751344930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sh6lmQWmNSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/jyj09K_qJb8/s320/owenroad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Running to Mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-3524095462365823239?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/3524095462365823239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/3524095462365823239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/3524095462365823239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sh6nkEVYKlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/uw_4gJly1bI/s72-c/IMG_5270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-2763944076070697346</id><published>2009-05-20T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:31:46.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend of Adventure</title><content type='html'>Well last weekend was busy as always. Friday night we went to my parent's house, Saturday we had a family reunion then went to Nathan's parent's house and Sunday Shane, Amber and Allie came over for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQEcOFpzHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qF35iw_uWyY/s1600-h/4wh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337896341205535858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQEcOFpzHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qF35iw_uWyY/s320/4wh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Off-roading with Easton, Owen barely missed the tree behind them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQEXgTZMjI/AAAAAAAAAUM/FYNT2Rn9OWg/s1600-h/4whl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337896260195660338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQEXgTZMjI/AAAAAAAAAUM/FYNT2Rn9OWg/s320/4whl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Total Trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQESIMoJ4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/7Y5swsroWEU/s1600-h/himtarget.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337896167825483650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQESIMoJ4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/7Y5swsroWEU/s320/himtarget.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Target practice with his gun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQENk8P9SI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ShVYW43dCMM/s1600-h/mommie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337896089642071330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQENk8P9SI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ShVYW43dCMM/s320/mommie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy's turn to target practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQEIyZD-YI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wfaoRXCEotk/s1600-h/reload.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337896007353235842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQEIyZD-YI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wfaoRXCEotk/s320/reload.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to reload...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQEC3-H1WI/AAAAAAAAATs/f53-dWv0o5o/s1600-h/shoot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337895905771640162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQEC3-H1WI/AAAAAAAAATs/f53-dWv0o5o/s320/shoot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen's turn to target practice...with Daddy's REAL gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQD-W_Vy9I/AAAAAAAAATk/xLCgbchhLJ4/s1600-h/scope.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337895828198902738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQD-W_Vy9I/AAAAAAAAATk/xLCgbchhLJ4/s320/scope.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to look through the scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQD3IEu2MI/AAAAAAAAATc/vmqeJLJWdB8/s1600-h/story.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337895703935899842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQD3IEu2MI/AAAAAAAAATc/vmqeJLJWdB8/s320/story.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Storytime with Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQDwwP6p6I/AAAAAAAAATU/aHf6f-HZhR8/s1600-h/giggle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337895594461144994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQDwwP6p6I/AAAAAAAAATU/aHf6f-HZhR8/s320/giggle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It doesn't get better than listening to toddlers giggle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-2763944076070697346?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/2763944076070697346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-of-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2763944076070697346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2763944076070697346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-of-adventure.html' title='A Weekend of Adventure'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/ShQEcOFpzHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qF35iw_uWyY/s72-c/4wh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-4426492459359630894</id><published>2009-05-14T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:27:29.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Jack</title><content type='html'>We went to Springfield last night to see John, Kiley and Baby Jack. He and Owen enjoyed each other and were both very well behaved at the restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sgwl2HUdsVI/AAAAAAAAATM/TxAwG2QlaL4/s1600-h/nathan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681270135238994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sgwl2HUdsVI/AAAAAAAAATM/TxAwG2QlaL4/s320/nathan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nathan decided holding a baby was a pretty good setup when the cute waitress came up to them and talked for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgwlyrS1axI/AAAAAAAAATE/DkZHSYQ5gr8/s1600-h/grinbed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681211072604946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgwlyrS1axI/AAAAAAAAATE/DkZHSYQ5gr8/s320/grinbed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack was enjoying having some company in his bed with him for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sgwlt_DDVAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zM2pOFVG5Tk/s1600-h/lookbed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681130475770882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sgwlt_DDVAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zM2pOFVG5Tk/s320/lookbed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think they were discussing all the trouble they will soon be getting into together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgwlpzfFlDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/fKe6oZfahrk/s1600-h/monkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681058652656690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgwlpzfFlDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/fKe6oZfahrk/s320/monkey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen had been singing Twinkle Twinkle to us and at the end of the song he would say "Like a diamond...in your hair!" and then giggle. When we got in the car to leave he sang it again for Nathan and I and we just grinned at each other, then he said "Guys, laugh."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-4426492459359630894?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/4426492459359630894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-with-jack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/4426492459359630894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/4426492459359630894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-with-jack.html' title='Fun with Jack'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sgwl2HUdsVI/AAAAAAAAATM/TxAwG2QlaL4/s72-c/nathan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-7607161322447826081</id><published>2009-05-13T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:36:14.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgrNt2x6bkI/AAAAAAAAASs/vvSVufpZBSM/s1600-h/IMG_5221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335302896256446018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgrNt2x6bkI/AAAAAAAAASs/vvSVufpZBSM/s320/IMG_5221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Owen with my wonderful mother and grandmothers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-7607161322447826081?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/7607161322447826081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/7607161322447826081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/7607161322447826081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgrNt2x6bkI/AAAAAAAAASs/vvSVufpZBSM/s72-c/IMG_5221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-7698092993775711863</id><published>2009-04-30T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:48:49.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Little Ducklings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I went to pick Owen up Tuesday, he and the girls were having a blast playing in the mud and running around. I patiently waited until he was done because I know how fortunate I am that he loves to be at Grandma Shirley's with his best friends every day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sfm1vZrvtiI/AAAAAAAAASM/3fUZAwslMAg/s1600-h/walk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330491459922540066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sfm1vZrvtiI/AAAAAAAAASM/3fUZAwslMAg/s320/walk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking through mud puddles is a must at Grandma Shirley's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sfm1rXGgvtI/AAAAAAAAASE/trmVY08oWEI/s1600-h/grin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330491390510022354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sfm1rXGgvtI/AAAAAAAAASE/trmVY08oWEI/s320/grin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The usual...Kendall loving on Owen while Kamryn smiles for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sfm1YQnfSQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tN7uYM8_qAo/s1600-h/gate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330491062351776002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sfm1YQnfSQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tN7uYM8_qAo/s320/gate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Climbing the gate...and yelling Rusty (the horse).&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/2448475291596395216-7698092993775711863?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/7698092993775711863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-little-ducklings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/7698092993775711863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/7698092993775711863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-little-ducklings.html' title='Three Little Ducklings'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sfm1vZrvtiI/AAAAAAAAASM/3fUZAwslMAg/s72-c/walk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-7946926934096702214</id><published>2009-04-28T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:45:09.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Louis</title><content type='html'>I'm a little late posting this but we went to St. Louis with Shane and Amber a couple weeks ago and had a great time. We toured the brewery, went to the arch and to a Cardinals game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgMAg1e45QI/AAAAAAAAASk/ZUUjNPLP-sw/s1600-h/arch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333106947849250050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgMAg1e45QI/AAAAAAAAASk/ZUUjNPLP-sw/s320/arch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgMAavqOWSI/AAAAAAAAASc/Rh5XyjbvJVc/s1600-h/st+louis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333106843206965538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgMAavqOWSI/AAAAAAAAASc/Rh5XyjbvJVc/s320/st+louis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to my Uncle Dave's nice friends, we got to sit on the first row of the first base line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgMASp7y-7I/AAAAAAAAASU/fmoUAxTdpJs/s1600-h/meamberstadium.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333106704231103410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgMASp7y-7I/AAAAAAAAASU/fmoUAxTdpJs/s320/meamberstadium.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SfcE0cosgmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/o0oMUF_dGwA/s1600-h/sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329733983102861922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SfcE0cosgmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/o0oMUF_dGwA/s320/sign.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bases loaded, one out, Albert Pujols is up to bat. Amber, being a Cubs fan, sits back in her chair and says "Too much pressure"...then on the first pitch: GRANDSLAM! It almost went out of the park and he hit his 1000th RBI mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SfcEtFV5jOI/AAAAAAAAARs/dEU7nZ58tNc/s1600-h/dinner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329733856590925026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SfcEtFV5jOI/AAAAAAAAARs/dEU7nZ58tNc/s320/dinner.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SfcEmwKZ7UI/AAAAAAAAARk/TrWFragSahQ/s1600-h/four.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329733747826355522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SfcEmwKZ7UI/AAAAAAAAARk/TrWFragSahQ/s320/four.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-7946926934096702214?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/7946926934096702214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/st-louis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/7946926934096702214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/7946926934096702214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/st-louis.html' title='St. Louis'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SgMAg1e45QI/AAAAAAAAASk/ZUUjNPLP-sw/s72-c/arch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-738937981759839068</id><published>2009-04-15T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:35:19.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Easton</title><content type='html'>Easton turned 3 last Friday and had a big party outside. The best part of it all was his big gift, a John Deere gator! Him and Owen were hilarious in it because they kept slamming on the gas and not steering in any way. After a couple of minutes Owen said "My turn!" and Easton willingly got out, went around to the passenger side and let Owen drive. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeY38osMBKI/AAAAAAAAARc/RiGzX9AL-sE/s1600-h/blurry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325005124266624162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeY38osMBKI/AAAAAAAAARc/RiGzX9AL-sE/s320/blurry.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going really fast and holding on for dear life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeY34nv55RI/AAAAAAAAARU/4zr6Fb5pO1w/s1600-h/evil.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325005055294301458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeY34nv55RI/AAAAAAAAARU/4zr6Fb5pO1w/s320/evil.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I almost didn't post this picture because of the evil look on Owen's face, I think this is where they were about to run into me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeY3zSPh23I/AAAAAAAAARM/QOUWd_2qiAE/s1600-h/stick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325004963622017906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeY3zSPh23I/AAAAAAAAARM/QOUWd_2qiAE/s320/stick.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roasting a marshmallow, all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeY3utYkGzI/AAAAAAAAARE/ROU5STsZkUI/s1600-h/grandparents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325004885008325426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeY3utYkGzI/AAAAAAAAARE/ROU5STsZkUI/s320/grandparents.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian and I are lucky enough to be able to see all four of our grandparents on a regular basis and watch them enjoy our own kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeY3nkFwtrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JrWz11urNr4/s1600-h/candles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325004762254456498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeY3nkFwtrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JrWz11urNr4/s320/candles.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easton was in a generous mood that night to let Owen help him with the candles and drive his new gator!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-738937981759839068?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/738937981759839068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-easton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/738937981759839068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/738937981759839068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-easton.html' title='Happy Birthday Easton'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeY38osMBKI/AAAAAAAAARc/RiGzX9AL-sE/s72-c/blurry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-2776328148889077007</id><published>2009-04-15T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:15:55.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>We colored eggs Friday evening and I was trying to let Owen help me as much as he could so after he put a tablet into each cup I turned my back to get the vinegar and I heard him say "Mommy this is yucky!" I guess he decided they looked good enough to eat, but in his defense, they do kind of look like sweet tarts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeYv3CJ5e3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/pvYXORu--w8/s1600-h/hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324996231929887602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeYv3CJ5e3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/pvYXORu--w8/s320/hands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've relaxed quite a bit as a parent because a year ago I probably would have called Poison Control...instead I told him not to move so I could go get my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeYvyXfWZnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TkdF0jl0WuQ/s1600-h/blkmouth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324996151757661810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeYvyXfWZnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TkdF0jl0WuQ/s320/blkmouth.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks a little too proud of himself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeYvpDC1MKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2pQyST9fdQ4/s1600-h/benspr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324995991650513058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeYvpDC1MKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2pQyST9fdQ4/s320/benspr.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday we went to Bennett Springs to have an Easter picnic with some of Nathan's family.  Owen had a great time walking through the water and watching all the fishermen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeYviIg9x-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/oKcFCum7aJI/s1600-h/water.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324995872859998178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeYviIg9x-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/oKcFCum7aJI/s320/water.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to carry him the entire way back from our long walk, except through the water of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeYva2cHFYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UwP9mJHYY2o/s1600-h/fam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324995747748713858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeYva2cHFYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UwP9mJHYY2o/s320/fam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday we went to church, then to my grandma's for lunch, then to my parents' house to get his Easter basket...which included several things but the biggest hit was the Pringles. He gets his love of chips from his mommy and his PaPa Duane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeYvV_NJx0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/l5v43iakdT8/s1600-h/sillyfam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324995664202549058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeYvV_NJx0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/l5v43iakdT8/s320/sillyfam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being silly as usual!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-2776328148889077007?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/2776328148889077007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2776328148889077007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2776328148889077007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SeYv3CJ5e3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/pvYXORu--w8/s72-c/hands.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-7899116941542198342</id><published>2009-04-09T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:49:14.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing at the Park</title><content type='html'>I took Owen to the park yesterday after work and we had such a good time. His imagination is growing everyday and in five minutes he managed to drive down the road, ride a horse, and shoot a bear. He is so much fun, I just love him more than I ever thought possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sd4Jcd3BaLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mP--bm_45Uc/s1600-h/IMG_4974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322702194254899378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sd4Jcd3BaLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mP--bm_45Uc/s320/IMG_4974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sd4JXZdSApI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SxniINW3b8k/s1600-h/IMG_4980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322702107173847698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sd4JXZdSApI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SxniINW3b8k/s320/IMG_4980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kicked back, taking a break from driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sd4JPmhftVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0hXsAaIcXxk/s1600-h/IMG_4959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322701973242230098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sd4JPmhftVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0hXsAaIcXxk/s320/IMG_4959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I went to the car to get my camera this is what I saw...I took this picture as I was quickly making back over to him! (This is why Nathan calls him Monkey)&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/2448475291596395216-7899116941542198342?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/7899116941542198342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/playing-at-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/7899116941542198342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/7899116941542198342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/playing-at-park.html' title='Playing at the Park'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sd4Jcd3BaLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mP--bm_45Uc/s72-c/IMG_4974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-1152601944380018364</id><published>2009-04-06T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:02:42.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Buddy</title><content type='html'>No matter how old Owen gets, I will probably always love pictures of him sleeping. I can still picture him as a baby when I look at him asleep, it seems like just yesterday that he was a baby and I cannot believe how fast the time goes by. Everyday I wish I could be a stay at home mom but at the same time I love what I do at work and I know that Owen loves to go to Grandma Shirley's. My mom always tells me that Brian and I turned out fine and she worked full time and that's what I always tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdoEDVwsQeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2087PWWD92k/s1600-h/sleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321570365119152610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdoEDVwsQeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2087PWWD92k/s320/sleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's holding Buster, he recently became attached to him and takes him everywhere we go. The other day he said "he's not a baby, he's a bear", just in case anyone asks I guess. He says he his best buddy. I was playing a children's cd in the car Saturday and he said "Mommy, Buster says he doesn't like this song", there's no telling what Buster could start being blamed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-1152601944380018364?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/1152601944380018364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-buddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/1152601944380018364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/1152601944380018364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-buddy.html' title='Best Buddy'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdoEDVwsQeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2087PWWD92k/s72-c/sleep.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-2077742381290919328</id><published>2009-04-06T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:30:29.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Trouble</title><content type='html'>We had a busy weekend...as always, it seems! Friday night we went to Grammy's house, Saturday night we went to Namma's house, Sunday we went to church, then to Gram's house, then to PaPa Bill's house Sunday night. We're ready for the work week so we can rest! Here's some of what Owen did in the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdoB55Zb-8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7qW1SfzLomk/s1600-h/jill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321568003863346114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdoB55Zb-8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7qW1SfzLomk/s320/jill.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Jill was nice enough to take Owen and Easton for a ride last week, I'm pretty sure they had to be bribed with marshmallows to get off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdoB2d4BCsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fdHC5buZ3Ho/s1600-h/up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321567944935803586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdoB2d4BCsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fdHC5buZ3Ho/s320/up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not really sure what he's doing here, other than looking silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdoBxqUAYmI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oh1c0OZllCw/s1600-h/augh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321567862375080546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdoBxqUAYmI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oh1c0OZllCw/s320/augh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating pecan pie, drumming on Namma's antique cups and laughing hysterically at Eli. How much more fun could two little boys have??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdoBtq3hSDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6XrQMUWMd4o/s1600-h/laugh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321567793804560434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdoBtq3hSDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6XrQMUWMd4o/s320/laugh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to Eli looking really silly, I was able to get some great "real" smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-2077742381290919328?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/2077742381290919328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/double-trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2077742381290919328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2077742381290919328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/double-trouble.html' title='Double Trouble'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdoB55Zb-8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7qW1SfzLomk/s72-c/jill.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-6420258503245578859</id><published>2009-04-01T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T06:35:42.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is In The Air</title><content type='html'>We recently spent the weekend with Shane, Amber and Allie in Kimberling City and despite the cold weather, we had a great time. Amber and I went shopping on Saturday and the guys went fishing on Sunday. Allie and Owen got some quality time together, complete with a proposal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdNtHKtDR8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/uJyllRBHntI/s1600-h/bed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319715554754512834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdNtHKtDR8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/uJyllRBHntI/s320/bed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdNs_DdcufI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XRQGmQrC_aw/s1600-h/IMG_4890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319715415371069938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdNs_DdcufI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XRQGmQrC_aw/s320/IMG_4890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relaxing at the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdNooZbLDII/AAAAAAAAAOE/zMYN-K1Woq4/s1600-h/chair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319710628083600514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdNooZbLDII/AAAAAAAAAOE/zMYN-K1Woq4/s320/chair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life doesn't get any better than this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdNoiPpsaFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kbxUrXyI1Os/s1600-h/lookup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319710522380937298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdNoiPpsaFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kbxUrXyI1Os/s320/lookup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Allie, I wuv you very much and I want to marry you"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdNoeBsgUGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/A7LJ1BNh-y4/s1600-h/grin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319710449915154530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdNoeBsgUGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/A7LJ1BNh-y4/s320/grin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I said yes Mommy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-6420258503245578859?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/6420258503245578859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/6420258503245578859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/6420258503245578859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In The Air'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SdNtHKtDR8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/uJyllRBHntI/s72-c/bed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-5749791469287984897</id><published>2009-03-23T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:53:54.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tractor Time</title><content type='html'>We went to my mom and dad's yesterday for lunch and since it was so nice outside, Owen was able to talk PaPa Duane into a tractor ride. When PaPa's up at the barn you can bet Owen will be right beside him the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SceaWm4SdRI/AAAAAAAAANs/VDB75yxhD8M/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316387598318597394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SceaWm4SdRI/AAAAAAAAANs/VDB75yxhD8M/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SceaQk3tEBI/AAAAAAAAANk/8nyvnG0wwrE/s1600-h/down.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316387494700060690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SceaQk3tEBI/AAAAAAAAANk/8nyvnG0wwrE/s320/down.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SceaKsYeuaI/AAAAAAAAANc/VD3IJJdYUpo/s1600-h/nosee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316387393637366178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SceaKsYeuaI/AAAAAAAAANc/VD3IJJdYUpo/s320/nosee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SceZqzhKegI/AAAAAAAAANM/oC8qTY-FdU0/s1600-h/walk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316386845797022210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SceZqzhKegI/AAAAAAAAANM/oC8qTY-FdU0/s320/walk.JPG" border="0" /&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/2448475291596395216-5749791469287984897?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/5749791469287984897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/03/tractor-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/5749791469287984897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/5749791469287984897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/03/tractor-time.html' title='Tractor Time'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SceaWm4SdRI/AAAAAAAAANs/VDB75yxhD8M/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-8040141371174191426</id><published>2009-03-17T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:20:54.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen and I went to Osage Beach last weekend with Donna to stay in a "ho-tale" as he called it and do some shopping. We had a great time watching Owen charm everyone he came into contact with. One guy even gave him a dollar! I think next time we'll put a sign on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sb_1R3RHSnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/qWlDKw6x9_I/s1600-h/rack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314235772562786930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sb_1R3RHSnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/qWlDKw6x9_I/s320/rack.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grammy taught Owen how to play hide and seek in the middle of the clothing racks at Osh Kosh. It was okay with me until we got to Banana Republic and he tried climbing up a rack full of nice shoes! I told him to get down and he replied, "But Gwammy said!" I informed him I didn't care what she said and that he was to get down...he eventually got down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sb_1MjHiEZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/N2xcybU96Dg/s1600-h/grammy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314235681254543762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sb_1MjHiEZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/N2xcybU96Dg/s320/grammy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grammy bought him a new pair of shades, with a matching case, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sb_1IqSgU9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/vsQQ3w8mjpA/s1600-h/car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314235614460138450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sb_1IqSgU9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/vsQQ3w8mjpA/s320/car.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "How you doin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sb_1Cudhi0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kPG1SaFkzd8/s1600-h/dino.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314235512500882242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sb_1Cudhi0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kPG1SaFkzd8/s320/dino.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still sportin' the shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sb_0uiBYN4I/AAAAAAAAAME/sa-H-3Z26KE/s1600-h/us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314235165564221314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sb_0uiBYN4I/AAAAAAAAAME/sa-H-3Z26KE/s320/us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A famous "Cheese" smile before going to dinner, I think we have Allie to thank for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-8040141371174191426?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/8040141371174191426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8040141371174191426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8040141371174191426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sb_1R3RHSnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/qWlDKw6x9_I/s72-c/rack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-7998510306691115959</id><published>2009-03-11T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:03:22.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretend Play</title><content type='html'>It has become a nightly event for Owen and Nathan to play cowboys while riding their "horses".  Nathan's horse's name is Bullet and Owen's is Pinto. He is quick to say Pinto is a boy, he's yellow, fast and very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbgQXujkhLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kL0apPugyAw/s1600-h/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312013760303760562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbgQXujkhLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kL0apPugyAw/s320/me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every once and a while Owen wants to "ride" with Nathan so they can shoot together. This time I happened to be the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbgQPalk1uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/jza9VQ8MEa4/s1600-h/tv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312013617504507618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbgQPalk1uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/jza9VQ8MEa4/s320/tv.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This looks like some serious shooting going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbgQEbL5efI/AAAAAAAAALs/RIbRwXlPVIo/s1600-h/pirate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312013428686682610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbgQEbL5efI/AAAAAAAAALs/RIbRwXlPVIo/s320/pirate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Switching gears to be a cute little pirate here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbgP_wfFZ-I/AAAAAAAAALk/q1DwEoeB-zI/s1600-h/sheriff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312013348504954850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbgP_wfFZ-I/AAAAAAAAALk/q1DwEoeB-zI/s320/sheriff.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is his sheriff attire that we happily keep at Grammy's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-7998510306691115959?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/7998510306691115959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretend-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/7998510306691115959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/7998510306691115959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretend-play.html' title='Pretend Play'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbgQXujkhLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kL0apPugyAw/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-9120898488096004657</id><published>2009-03-09T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:22:56.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover</title><content type='html'>I asked my friend Kelly to watch Owen last Friday and she strongly suggested he spend the night on Thursday so I agreed. Kyndell and Kamryn were so excited and when we got there they kept asking me why I was still there and when I was going to leave. I kissed Owen goodbye several times, a little reluctant to leave him, and he barely even told me bye! He had a great time and was completely worn out when I got there Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbUViUUhsDI/AAAAAAAAALE/t5QpeKmpmxE/s1600-h/sleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311175014867906610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbUViUUhsDI/AAAAAAAAALE/t5QpeKmpmxE/s320/sleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready for bed in the play room. The girls might not have been smiling quite as big if they would have known Owen would be ready to play by 5:00 the next morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbUVbdS-V7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/XVtQ5OgiDpI/s1600-h/chair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311174897018230706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbUVbdS-V7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/XVtQ5OgiDpI/s320/chair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to guess, I would assume they were watching Hannah Montana here. The other day Kamryn was talking about her and said "She's a great singer you know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-9120898488096004657?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/9120898488096004657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/9120898488096004657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/9120898488096004657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepover.html' title='Sleepover'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SbUViUUhsDI/AAAAAAAAALE/t5QpeKmpmxE/s72-c/sleep.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-8647242228601406111</id><published>2009-03-03T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:51:28.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck E. Cheese Please</title><content type='html'>Owen has been requesting to go to Chuck E. Cheese's for about a month now so we met Shane, Amber and Allie there last night. I think Shane and Nathan had just as much fun as Owen and Allie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sa1fCostSLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Cy_qqBWDG1g/s1600-h/owenhorse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309004034628995250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sa1fCostSLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Cy_qqBWDG1g/s320/owenhorse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before we left the house he said "I need my cowboy hat so I can ride the horse!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sa1eQLQqbjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1wmWVxgC0So/s1600-h/allie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309003167733280306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sa1eQLQqbjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1wmWVxgC0So/s320/allie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allie grinned from ear to ear the entire time she was riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sa1eMSy81mI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RpEyxYRmGuE/s1600-h/slide.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309003101036664418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sa1eMSy81mI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RpEyxYRmGuE/s320/slide.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He just overcame his fear of slides a week ago and now goes down them every way he can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sa0710Ieu2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/v8qz5cLUb-c/s1600-h/hit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308965331453000546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sa0710Ieu2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/v8qz5cLUb-c/s320/hit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little anger management session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-8647242228601406111?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/8647242228601406111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/03/chuck-e-cheese-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8647242228601406111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8647242228601406111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/03/chuck-e-cheese-please.html' title='Chuck E. Cheese Please'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sa1fCostSLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Cy_qqBWDG1g/s72-c/owenhorse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-4602325526733227525</id><published>2009-03-02T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:56:55.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Much Fun</title><content type='html'>We went to PaPa Jim and Grammy's house on Saturday for Owen's first snowball fight. He got mad at Nathan the first couple times he got hit with one but quickly learned to laugh it off and throw another one right back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sav8CZHwrzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/J72Fc0X_FUg/s1600-h/logs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308613703819636530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sav8CZHwrzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/J72Fc0X_FUg/s320/logs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Checking out the snow before the fight began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sav79WUbnjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FgsonR2Mz6I/s1600-h/making.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308613617168129586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sav79WUbnjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FgsonR2Mz6I/s320/making.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had to have Grammy assemble all of his snowballs for him and everytime she handed him another one he'd say "Thank you!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sav73XSHiBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YoqrldJHEmU/s1600-h/run.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308613514347644946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sav73XSHiBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YoqrldJHEmU/s320/run.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In route to get Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sav7ymfLJhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uynJL_igVDE/s1600-h/tackle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308613432529593874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sav7ymfLJhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uynJL_igVDE/s320/tackle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going in for the tackle, still holding the snowball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sav4W7iQFcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cEkOrh8dB9c/s1600-h/group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308609658608424386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sav4W7iQFcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cEkOrh8dB9c/s320/group.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three generations and a dog named Sue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-4602325526733227525?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/4602325526733227525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-much-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/4602325526733227525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/4602325526733227525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-much-fun.html' title='Snow Much Fun'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sav8CZHwrzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/J72Fc0X_FUg/s72-c/logs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-4132700438255381672</id><published>2009-02-27T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:19:28.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lollipop Kids</title><content type='html'>We recently met Amber and Allie at St John's to see a friend's new baby and Allie and Owen had a ball in the lobby! They each got a balloon and a sucker that occupied their time quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SahVgNhTcxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BP2jGp69rQc/s1600-h/lick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307586172729651986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SahVgNhTcxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BP2jGp69rQc/s320/lick.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SahVb0RWIbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3cQa-JON39I/s1600-h/cheese.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307586097232355762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SahVb0RWIbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3cQa-JON39I/s320/cheese.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I simply said, "Say Cheese!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SahVXXHrrdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NnFrs7mU5wQ/s1600-h/kiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307586020687719890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SahVXXHrrdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NnFrs7mU5wQ/s320/kiss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a break from their suckers for a kiss, isn't it funny how Allie's eyes are closed and Owen's are open? &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/2448475291596395216-4132700438255381672?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/4132700438255381672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/02/lollipop-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/4132700438255381672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/4132700438255381672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/02/lollipop-kids.html' title='The Lollipop Kids'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SahVgNhTcxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BP2jGp69rQc/s72-c/lick.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-4436405601557809365</id><published>2009-02-17T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:41:47.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Little Monkeys</title><content type='html'>Owen and Easton have become pretty good at being mischievous little boys. I'm afraid this is only the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZr48F5m7HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7CJb6IvNHzM/s1600-h/paint.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303825222441823346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZr48F5m7HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7CJb6IvNHzM/s320/paint.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton taught Owen how to paint mud on everything with a stick, including the front porch rails. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZr4ymY_fMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q8Pj8f5AW5Q/s1600-h/tug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303825059364699330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZr4ymY_fMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q8Pj8f5AW5Q/s320/tug.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I think Owen taught Easton how to threaten Tug, or maybe they were discussing painting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZr4gREsxyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Zn7fMFyOoOk/s1600-h/farshelf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303824744404797218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZr4gREsxyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Zn7fMFyOoOk/s320/farshelf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton got up there by himself and I heard him yelling: "Aunt B look at me!!" I couldn't resist putting Owen up there with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZr4aNXyBsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fuKuctC6Pzc/s1600-h/hug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303824640331876034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZr4aNXyBsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fuKuctC6Pzc/s320/hug.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They thought they were pretty big stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZr4SKQhryI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cb3hLT7867g/s1600-h/biggrin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303824502057185058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZr4SKQhryI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cb3hLT7867g/s320/biggrin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-4436405601557809365?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/4436405601557809365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-little-monkeys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/4436405601557809365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/4436405601557809365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-little-monkeys.html' title='Two Little Monkeys'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZr48F5m7HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7CJb6IvNHzM/s72-c/paint.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-3148061336576909502</id><published>2009-02-17T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:28:31.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Owen had a little Valentine's Day party at his Grandma Shirley's last week and I left my camera there with her so she could capture the events of the day. Grandma Shirley and PaPa Bud keep him during the week and he only knows them as his grandparents because they love him and treat him like family. Leaving him to go to work is the hardest thing to do as a parent but knowing such great people are helping us raise him makes all the difference in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZrITzmmpiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-W3psT7G-eo/s1600-h/spaghetti.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303771753777374754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZrITzmmpiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-W3psT7G-eo/s320/spaghetti.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had spaghetti for lunch and looks like he's not worrying about having good manners in front of his two girlfriends Kyndell and Kamryn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZrIPkmKE-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/XpAV08xu0Gw/s1600-h/andrew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303771681029493730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZrIPkmKE-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/XpAV08xu0Gw/s320/andrew.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Him and his good friend Andrew working on their Valentines for their Mommy and Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZrILNWBxqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-jeWXUrN0Io/s1600-h/valentine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303771606068348578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZrILNWBxqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-jeWXUrN0Io/s320/valentine.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished product. Shirley had taken a picture of him in his cowboy hat and he glued it on for us. He informed Nathan and I that the elephant is Daddy and the giraffe is Mommy (I'm glad I wasn't the elephant!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZrIGSkViTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FyVopm22pMY/s1600-h/porch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303771521571195186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZrIGSkViTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FyVopm22pMY/s320/porch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken on Valentine's Day, doesn't he look so big??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-3148061336576909502?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/3148061336576909502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/3148061336576909502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/3148061336576909502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZrITzmmpiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-W3psT7G-eo/s72-c/spaghetti.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-1478050310410841340</id><published>2009-02-09T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:44:11.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panama Owen</title><content type='html'>When we were at my grandparents' house yesterday, Owen borrowed my aunt's Panama Jack hat (that he wore backwards) and excitedly played with an ancient gun that doesn't work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZCgj-0HWCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C4JiTMwd9VU/s1600-h/gun1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300913301432522786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZCgj-0HWCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C4JiTMwd9VU/s320/gun1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready for the next group of birds to fly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZCge0x9MdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ADKnM0jW-M4/s1600-h/vert2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300913212839768530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZCge0x9MdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ADKnM0jW-M4/s320/vert2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Contemplating the awful thought of having to leave the gun behind, or maybe he's contemplating how silly he looks in that hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZCgXh8XfbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Z4esNoFCa3Y/s1600-h/down3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300913087524076978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZCgXh8XfbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Z4esNoFCa3Y/s320/down3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just no fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZCgSlBrExI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_iIUqiRbIXk/s1600-h/sad4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300913002452292370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZCgSlBrExI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_iIUqiRbIXk/s320/sad4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "But Mommy I neeeed that gun." If you look close you can see the tears welled up in his sad little eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-1478050310410841340?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/1478050310410841340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/02/panama-jack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/1478050310410841340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/1478050310410841340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/02/panama-jack.html' title='Panama Owen'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SZCgj-0HWCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C4JiTMwd9VU/s72-c/gun1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-1868788188781414952</id><published>2009-02-05T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:22:51.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby Jack</title><content type='html'>Nathan's sister Kylie and her fiance John had a beautiful baby boy on January 23. When we went to see them in the hospital I realized we should get Owen out more often because when looking at the big revolving door he said "It's amazing!", then inside the lobby there was a large bronze statue of a woman and as he put his hands on the base of it he said "She's beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYys4iobpGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2ANuQz_HA7o/s1600-h/owentchjake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299800948877272162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYys4iobpGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2ANuQz_HA7o/s320/owentchjake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When he first got to him lastnight he said, "Hi baby" in a soft little voice, I kept telling him that I thought Jack really liked him and he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYyswqlBBMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pIO-BspLlZQ/s1600-h/couch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299800813571474626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYyswqlBBMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pIO-BspLlZQ/s320/couch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told Owen to lay really still for this picture and he actually did! There's quite a size difference now but I bet before we know it they will be pretty comparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYysjs-dDwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QvNni1Gsdpg/s1600-h/sleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299800590876741378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYysjs-dDwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QvNni1Gsdpg/s320/sleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Babies always look so peaceful when they're sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYyrq0ZPg2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/MOGcHWS0MY4/s1600-h/john.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299799613615604578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYyrq0ZPg2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/MOGcHWS0MY4/s320/john.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John put him up there so he could "ride his horse" as he does at home and as soon as he got up there he asked John if he had a gun...John regrettfully said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYyrS0wZV-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/GwtcByHbM6s/s1600-h/potty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299799201395857378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYyrS0wZV-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/GwtcByHbM6s/s320/potty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were on our way out the door when I asked Owen if he needed to go pee before we left and he said "No, I need to go poop!" Nathan and I both tried to convince him to just go pee since his pooping requires taking off his pants and undies and usually lasts at least 15 minutes but his mind was set and so we waited...20 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-1868788188781414952?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/1868788188781414952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-baby-jack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/1868788188781414952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/1868788188781414952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-baby-jack.html' title='Welcome Baby Jack'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYys4iobpGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2ANuQz_HA7o/s72-c/owentchjake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-2152940258771096749</id><published>2009-01-30T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:28:58.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow</title><content type='html'>Owen got the chance to be out in the snow for the first time this week and he loved it for the most part but at one point I heard him telling the snow to "Go back to the sky because you're getting in my face!" These pics were taken before he got mad at the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYNecW5jEpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LP97gGl2p_w/s1600-h/smileprofile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297181427994137234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYNecW5jEpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LP97gGl2p_w/s320/smileprofile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We couldn't find his gloves so he borrowed some from his Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYNeU3myruI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5nzgMlRiUnw/s1600-h/himnathan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297181299334885090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYNeU3myruI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5nzgMlRiUnw/s320/himnathan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The snow was blowing in his face so much he couldn't keep his eyes open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYNePtbPTtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qfpVlrdye_g/s1600-h/tongue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297181210702728914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYNePtbPTtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qfpVlrdye_g/s320/tongue.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYNeHfo40lI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9Y7ebuHqdUQ/s1600-h/walking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297181069562925650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYNeHfo40lI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9Y7ebuHqdUQ/s320/walking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen decided they need to take a walk, I got out the video camera when they got to the end of the driveway and he shouted "Bye Mom! Have a good twip!", I think he forgot he was the one leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-2152940258771096749?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/2152940258771096749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-snow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2152940258771096749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/2152940258771096749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SYNecW5jEpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LP97gGl2p_w/s72-c/smileprofile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-9032206889092351898</id><published>2009-01-22T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:08:54.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub A Dub Dub Owen in the Tub</title><content type='html'>He never wants to take a bath anymore but every single time he does, I cannot get him out! There is something about it that makes him become silly the minute he gets in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXiUffNNQUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wewn6bsExoA/s1600-h/IMG_4269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294144630647767362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXiUffNNQUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wewn6bsExoA/s320/IMG_4269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He still loves to play peek-a-boo, but now he starts by saying "Say where Owen Mommy". I guess he thinks I need instructions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXiUF9NWXDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eIsO-S84gfc/s1600-h/IMG_4410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294144192024828978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXiUF9NWXDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eIsO-S84gfc/s320/IMG_4410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time out for a serious pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXiT5FqvEHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jDUw3bfml5o/s1600-h/IMG_4398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294143970957267058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXiT5FqvEHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jDUw3bfml5o/s320/IMG_4398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now he's back to being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXiTgOd65gI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3dEB0e9dzWQ/s1600-h/IMG_4391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294143543822706178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXiTgOd65gI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3dEB0e9dzWQ/s320/IMG_4391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't think he's breathing in this one from laughing so hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-9032206889092351898?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/9032206889092351898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/rub-dub-dub-owen-in-tub.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/9032206889092351898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/9032206889092351898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/rub-dub-dub-owen-in-tub.html' title='Rub A Dub Dub Owen in the Tub'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXiUffNNQUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wewn6bsExoA/s72-c/IMG_4269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-8781529991179708902</id><published>2009-01-22T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:33:36.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen's Art</title><content type='html'>When I went to pick Owen up from Grandma Shirley's house (his babysitter) yesterday she quickly handed me this picture he had colored. She was quick to point out how well he stayed in the lines (on part of it) for just turning two last month. The other kids at her house are going to preschool in August so she has been working with them a lot and instead of Owen playing while they're working, he gets right up there with them. Nathan and I are very grateful to have Grandma Shirley in Owen's life.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXiQHNG1znI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rY8-lL4aySE/s1600-h/IMG_4368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294139815425855090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXiQHNG1znI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rY8-lL4aySE/s320/IMG_4368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-8781529991179708902?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/8781529991179708902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/owens-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8781529991179708902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8781529991179708902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/owens-art.html' title='Owen&apos;s Art'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXiQHNG1znI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rY8-lL4aySE/s72-c/IMG_4368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-8006208624167854549</id><published>2009-01-16T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:39:22.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night of a New Year</title><content type='html'>We went to Shane and Amber's to ring in the new year and had a good time and a good meal at a surprising time of 11:30 pm! I always expect to eat late when Shane is cooking but it was definitely worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDSqnc-HHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rXzQieXDw88/s1600-h/allie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291961191747165298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDSqnc-HHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rXzQieXDw88/s320/allie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allie and her famous "Cheese" face, I think I caught her just before it got too cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDSm8toFqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-ZTy5s-hCuM/s1600-h/giggle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291961128734693026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDSm8toFqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-ZTy5s-hCuM/s320/giggle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nathan had been chasing them and got good enough to throw them both on the ottoman at the same time, needless to say they loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDSiwMZEnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_iT2ih-1ZGw/s1600-h/meowen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291961056654594674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDSiwMZEnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_iT2ih-1ZGw/s320/meowen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDScjqceRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dTIXsJhY8yA/s1600-h/owench.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291960950211770642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDScjqceRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dTIXsJhY8yA/s320/owench.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monkey-see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDSYAjJ5AI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ngabKJRB9cU/s1600-h/allch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291960872066475010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDSYAjJ5AI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ngabKJRB9cU/s320/allch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monkey-do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDSS1OgH0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/R3J_3ppYX5A/s1600-h/kiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291960783127715650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDSS1OgH0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/R3J_3ppYX5A/s320/kiss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had tucked him and was just going in for the kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-8006208624167854549?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/8006208624167854549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-of-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8006208624167854549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8006208624167854549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-of-new-year.html' title='A Night of a New Year'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDSqnc-HHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rXzQieXDw88/s72-c/allie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-3456439885876678647</id><published>2009-01-16T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:08:12.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Crazy Christmas Summary</title><content type='html'>As most of you know we have routinely been known to have eight to ten Christmas functions every year, which was manageable before we had Owen but now it's just plain crazy! He did extremely well with all of them until the evening of Christmas. We started out the day at 6 am, headed to Grammy's (Nathan's mom) at 8, to my grandmas at noon, then to Namma's (my mom) after that. He eventually took an afternoon nap but then didn't want to wake up and did not care to open any more gifts. Here are a few pics that sum up the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDIB5i1hmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-KUY_K0Nr0A/s1600-h/gift.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291949497112692322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDIB5i1hmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-KUY_K0Nr0A/s320/gift.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa brought him a kitchen (a little to his Daddy's dismay) and all he wanted to do was play with the new phone it came with instead of open his other gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDH8aLiAaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i6N8owKUIXs/s1600-h/motorcycle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291949402794099106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDH8aLiAaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i6N8owKUIXs/s320/motorcycle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we got to Grammy's house he found the motorcycle he had asked Santa for! He did the whole deep-breathe-in-thing because he was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDH3Yowm6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/jsCZrzLcbUc/s1600-h/dr+tools.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291949316480474018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDH3Yowm6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/jsCZrzLcbUc/s320/dr+tools.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then at my grandma's house (BoBo's) he got a set of "doctor tools" and was going around to everyone telling them they didn't feel good and he needed to doctor them. He recently asked me to put the "telescope" around his neck "just like Dr Wilson".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDHxvxKjVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zPJv-vJ9sgo/s1600-h/window.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291949219610529106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDHxvxKjVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zPJv-vJ9sgo/s320/window.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Between my grandma's house and my parents house is a field with a little creek and my dad taught Owen how to spit in the water every time he crosses it. He was sitting on my lap helping me drive to Namma's and we ended up spitting for quite a while despite the cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDHrMQjIYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/f9AEqMBkt2E/s1600-h/pancake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291949106999271810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDHrMQjIYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/f9AEqMBkt2E/s320/pancake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we had all just finished opening our stockings, Owen started crying and wouldn't stop with any bribing (gum, juice, presents) and then he cried out "I want pancakes!"...I at first said no but then realized that was the only way he was going to stop so Nathan read him a book while he ate and his Aunt Jill didn't let anyone (including her own excited kids) open a single gift until Owen was back in the living room. After he finished eating he said "Mommy, I'm done crying now". The poor little guy was exhausted from all of our running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDHiLsPQlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kRhZ-_ZGYRE/s1600-h/claytonowen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948952228151890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDHiLsPQlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kRhZ-_ZGYRE/s320/claytonowen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All was good with his new Diego back pack and Clayton giving him some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDHacjdKjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/evyXxXJCHf0/s1600-h/brianboys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948819315763762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDHacjdKjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/evyXxXJCHf0/s320/brianboys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli and Clayton got a hunting blind and it of course had to be put up in the middle of the living room floor so the little boys had fun in there too. Owen loves his Uncle Brian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-3456439885876678647?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/3456439885876678647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-crazy-christmas-summary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/3456439885876678647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/3456439885876678647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-crazy-christmas-summary.html' title='Our Crazy Christmas Summary'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SXDIB5i1hmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-KUY_K0Nr0A/s72-c/gift.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-8796904753237134448</id><published>2009-01-09T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:12:26.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>My good friend Amber and I had our children in December 2006 and it has been so great to be able to share this incredibly rewarding and sometimes challenging experience of motherhood with her. Owen and Allie typically play together really well and as you'll see in the pictures below Allie usually pushes the limits a little more than Owen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWurJj3MBCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gomy8s30sww/s1600-h/a%26o.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWuq-Nz1bII/AAAAAAAAAD0/eSETOD-NiKA/s1600-h/alliek1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290510173112462466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWuq-Nz1bII/AAAAAAAAAD0/eSETOD-NiKA/s320/alliek1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"That doesn't look like a good idea Allie", says Owen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWuq3OXd2-I/AAAAAAAAADs/3Zk1DIoR2kI/s1600-h/allie2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290510053002828770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWuq3OXd2-I/AAAAAAAAADs/3Zk1DIoR2kI/s320/allie2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You should probably get down from there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWuqQ1Uf-TI/AAAAAAAAADk/x0TiZA_d3-4/s1600-h/allie3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290509393444469042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWuqQ1Uf-TI/AAAAAAAAADk/x0TiZA_d3-4/s320/allie3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allie: "He he he, look at me!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-8796904753237134448?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/8796904753237134448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8796904753237134448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/8796904753237134448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWuq-Nz1bII/AAAAAAAAAD0/eSETOD-NiKA/s72-c/alliek1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-5800279123123646760</id><published>2009-01-07T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:24:46.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Will Be Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWYLWs1_8pI/AAAAAAAAADc/Z0nxmMZeYSg/s1600-h/hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288927297015902866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWYLWs1_8pI/AAAAAAAAADc/Z0nxmMZeYSg/s320/hands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While the big boys were playing basketball, the little boys were playing a game of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWYLAMrhuUI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZNJRfiQ0J7g/s1600-h/hands2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288926910424922434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWYLAMrhuUI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZNJRfiQ0J7g/s320/hands2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were pretty proud of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWYKr9ZF6sI/AAAAAAAAADM/_nb6z3o04HA/s1600-h/boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288926562723687106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWYKr9ZF6sI/AAAAAAAAADM/_nb6z3o04HA/s320/boys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli, Easton and Clayton Hubbard...my three favorite nephews.&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/2448475291596395216-5800279123123646760?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/5800279123123646760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/boys-will-be-boys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/5800279123123646760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/5800279123123646760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys Will Be Boys'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWYLWs1_8pI/AAAAAAAAADc/Z0nxmMZeYSg/s72-c/hands.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448475291596395216.post-6712839416866745845</id><published>2009-01-05T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:32:55.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday Owen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWUQ7hdG0UI/AAAAAAAAACc/4_wmdvrnLp0/s1600-h/waffles1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288651952195293506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWUQ7hdG0UI/AAAAAAAAACc/4_wmdvrnLp0/s320/waffles1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The big day started out with a lot of Happy Birthday to Owen...we sang so many times his waffle was cold by the time he ate it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWUM6XTdAyI/AAAAAAAAACU/apsZ6ZlM_xM/s1600-h/undies2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288647534244070178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWUM6XTdAyI/AAAAAAAAACU/apsZ6ZlM_xM/s320/undies2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was so proud of his new undies I decided to start potty training him that next week...three weeks later he became a no diaper wearing big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWUMKta-UMI/AAAAAAAAACM/u9EQ1vGdg8s/s1600-h/bicycle3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288646715547472066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWUMKta-UMI/AAAAAAAAACM/u9EQ1vGdg8s/s320/bicycle3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288642683025134546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWUIf_Guk9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/WfEjTNvR6YI/s320/boots4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;PaPa Jim and Grammy got him these boots and he had to put them on as soon as they came out of the box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWUG8Bnm9qI/AAAAAAAAABs/Q94Te2gEO4I/s1600-h/cake5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288640965713000098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWUG8Bnm9qI/AAAAAAAAABs/Q94Te2gEO4I/s320/cake5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWT2Sn0RImI/AAAAAAAAABk/1ZQlMeni4fs/s1600-h/tonka6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288622662226092642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWT2Sn0RImI/AAAAAAAAABk/1ZQlMeni4fs/s320/tonka6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Despite the fact that it was brand new he felt it already needed a little tuning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWTz-bgssII/AAAAAAAAABU/zEEo9dT1pvE/s1600-h/gun7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288620116302147714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWTz-bgssII/AAAAAAAAABU/zEEo9dT1pvE/s320/gun7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was "shooting" everything in sight for a week straight...turkeys, deer, chickens and even kittens. (Nathan was pretty proud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448475291596395216-6712839416866745845?l=thegarvers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/feeds/6712839416866745845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2nd-birthday-owen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/6712839416866745845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448475291596395216/posts/default/6712839416866745845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegarvers.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2nd-birthday-owen.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday Owen'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814030453468240808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/Sq-0xL_4lXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PcjEv5qC0DA/S220/IMG_5977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV4fnVhrjHo/SWUQ7hdG0UI/AAAAAAAAACc/4_wmdvrnLp0/s72-c/waffles1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
