<?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-6594396091066258600</id><updated>2012-01-10T11:33:32.202-06:00</updated><category term='more cool zoo stuff'/><title type='text'>The G5+2</title><subtitle type='html'>It just doesn't get any better than this.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-1710082805608391144</id><published>2011-08-02T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:30:44.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Alive</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to do a quick post and let everyone know we are ALIVE.  The kids start school next week and that me we will have a schedule again.  I didn't realize how much I like being on a schedule.  It has been so hard to do these last few months with a new baby and summer.  I plan on doing a lot of things better:  exercising, scripture study, chores, blogging, etc.  Yep I said it, I am going to do better at blogging.  Starting next week you should start seeing all the things I need to catch up on.  So if I am not back sometime next week come and find me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-1710082805608391144?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/1710082805608391144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=1710082805608391144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1710082805608391144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1710082805608391144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-are-alive.html' title='We are Alive'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-1998333326695209097</id><published>2011-03-28T10:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:41:32.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In 8 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In eight weeks . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our world will change forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometime in the next eight weeks little Laney Jo will make her appearance.  I can't wait.  I am getting so uncomfortable and we will just say "big is beautiful."  Right?  I have been going crazy seeing pictures of my friends' new babies and wishing it was me.  I am dying to meet the little lady moving inside me.  I just know she is going to be amazing.  So Laney Jo, please, please don't make me wait eight weeks, this momma wants to meet you in five or six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In eight weeks Scott will graduate from optometry school.  After nine years of school we are so ready to be done.  I am so amazed at all that he can do, got to school, serve at church, and most importantly be an amazing husband and father.  He was able to get a residency at the VA here in Memphis, so yes Memphis you get the Gibbons' family for one more year.  He is very excited about it and thinks it will help him get a jjob closer to home next year.  We re looking forward to starting real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the next eight weeks we will get a baby and a diploma.  In eight weeks we will have five kids and one dad with a lot more time.  Oh eight weeks, please, please come faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zMEWQzc0VY/TZCp9TQ7miI/AAAAAAAAASo/fWLqAe2lv_Q/s1600/DSCN0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zMEWQzc0VY/TZCp9TQ7miI/AAAAAAAAASo/fWLqAe2lv_Q/s200/DSCN0948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589154008175188514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-1998333326695209097?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/1998333326695209097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=1998333326695209097&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1998333326695209097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1998333326695209097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2011/03/8-weeks_3914.html' title='In 8 Weeks'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zMEWQzc0VY/TZCp9TQ7miI/AAAAAAAAASo/fWLqAe2lv_Q/s72-c/DSCN0948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-8129881889400309334</id><published>2011-01-12T10:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:11:55.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do big FEET . . . . . . . .</title><content type='html'>really make it a girl?  That's right, the ultrasound tech told us that with big feet like those it must be a girl.  She said after 20yrs the girls always have big feet.  There was other possible evidence as to why we think it is a girl:  the possibility of seeing three little lines for just a split second, me being sick for 20 weeks, and my Dr. added, because she was a big mover.  So at the moment we are going with girl because all of those reasons are totally logical.  We are thinking of naming her Laney Jo but in the mean time we aren't making an elaborate blessing dress, buying new stuff, or getting rid of all the boy stuff just yet.  I guess we have to wait about 19 more weeks to see if she really is a Laney or if she is an Oliver or Davis.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some really lovely shots of our little lady that loves to move.  We have a full face shot, back shot (complete with spine, ribs and ear,) and of course we can't leave out her wonderfully big feet.  Sorry no cute baby profile, she was just too busy moving for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/TS3f-hRfKyI/AAAAAAAAASc/INYYcvLrk24/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/TS3f-hRfKyI/AAAAAAAAASc/INYYcvLrk24/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561347380049029922" 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/6594396091066258600-8129881889400309334?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/8129881889400309334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=8129881889400309334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8129881889400309334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8129881889400309334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-big-feet.html' title='Do big FEET . . . . . . . .'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/TS3f-hRfKyI/AAAAAAAAASc/INYYcvLrk24/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-756483725012709687</id><published>2010-11-16T16:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:26:39.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>October News</title><content type='html'>I am so behind on our blog that I decided I would start back by posting  what I sent in for my monthly family news to the Peterson Family News  blog.  I know it isn't amazing but I figured it would get me back  blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not a lot happened this month around our  house.  I finally made it  to the doctor and am officially due May 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.   I am still feeling like  junk but hopefully in a week or 2 it will  pass.  (A girl can dream  right.)  It was nice that I had a surprise  ultrasound because the doctor  couldn't quite get the heartbeat.  She  thought everything was fine but  wanted to make sure.  So, thanks to my  tilted uterus I got to see my  baby.  I must say he (I am hoping it is a  boy) is very cute for only  being the size of a fig.  It was good to  see that there is really a  little person there and that I am not sick  for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac had  some exciting news this month.  He was the  top reader in the school and  passed 27 accelerated reading test  in one  month.  He was so excited and got a Guinness Book of World Records 2008   Edition as a prize from the librarian.  He is hoping that he can  read  the most all year and win a bike at the end of the year.  I never   thought that I would have to consider "No Reading" as a punishment for   not doing what my kids are asked to do.&lt;br /&gt;All of the kids had a great   soccer season this year and mom is glad that it is done now.  Scott   coached both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cadee&lt;/span&gt; and Brendan's teams and though it was a good   experience vows never to coach 2 teams at once again.&lt;br /&gt;We had a   great Halloween.  The boys were ninjas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cadee&lt;/span&gt; was a flower power girl,   and Vivi was going to be a lion but never made it into her costume.  It   was a good thing that with her pony tail on top of her head she looked   like a little Who.  I was Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt;-man and Scott was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Blinky&lt;/span&gt; the ghost   for me to chase.  I don't  think we got a picture of those, we will have  to put on our t-shirts  and take one sometime.&lt;br /&gt;We love and miss all  of you.  We just want  to remind you that we may only be in Memphis for  28 more weeks and would  love some visitors!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love the Gibbons'  Family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-756483725012709687?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/756483725012709687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=756483725012709687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/756483725012709687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/756483725012709687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2010/11/october-news.html' title='October News'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-8268617877311155454</id><published>2010-04-03T23:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:31:56.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Easter Bunny,</title><content type='html'>My kids crack me up when it comes to wondering whether fictional characters (Santa, Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny) are real or not.   Brendan left this letter out for the Easter Bunny tonight.  He just had to get to the bottom of things.  You can tell by his letter how serious he is about it.&lt;br /&gt;Here is his letter.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S7gUm3hMb7I/AAAAAAAAARU/5VBrglOot34/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S7gUm3hMb7I/AAAAAAAAARU/5VBrglOot34/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456133606530117554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't read the responses (they are in pink messy handwriting) so I will help you out. &lt;br /&gt;A dad, I have 37 little bunnies.  Yes.  How else would your basket fill up?  Sorry about the messy writing.  It is hard to write with paws.  Love, Easter Bunny&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S7gTEEmLXTI/AAAAAAAAARM/zt-gIyIuoBg/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S7gTEEmLXTI/AAAAAAAAARM/zt-gIyIuoBg/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S7gTEEmLXTI/AAAAAAAAARM/zt-gIyIuoBg/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-8268617877311155454?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S7gUm3hMb7I/AAAAAAAAARU/5VBrglOot34/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-5409460278426316479</id><published>2010-04-02T21:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:15:24.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a MoVeR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-67e3b95006b2e2c0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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She just isn't a baby anymore.  She is 5 going on 15, AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; She loves to dance and shake her bootie. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; She love fingernail polish, pet shop, ponies, and "Holly" pockets. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; She is the queen of her prek class. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; She loves to change her clothes and look beautiful. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; She is testing her limits.I love her through all of it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;She is an amazing little lady and I am glad that she is mine.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos from her birthday party.  So what if they are almost a month late, at least I am posting them.  She had a great day at school and loved the Happy Meal I brought her for lunch.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S7afDvnQ3JI/AAAAAAAAARE/6bIqAr-Jb2g/s1600/DSCN0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S7afDvnQ3JI/AAAAAAAAARE/6bIqAr-Jb2g/s320/DSCN0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455722885275507858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott told her a story about a friend he had growing up that loved ketchup so much that he would get a bottle for his birthday.  She immediately asked for a bottle of RANCH and she got it.  I think she liked opening that more that anything else.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S7aeFB0WPJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7tpW0m5j5p4/s1600/DSCN0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S7aeFB0WPJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7tpW0m5j5p4/s320/DSCN0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455721807830465682" 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/6594396091066258600-2835473702628336169?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2835473702628336169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2835473702628336169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2835473702628336169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2835473702628336169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-0-5.html' title='The BIG 0-5!!!!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S7adeCcGCKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fopJ-PFziwM/s72-c/DSCN0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-1038155624224983182</id><published>2010-03-03T20:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:05:05.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months</title><content type='html'>Vivi is already 7 months.  Where does the time go?  She is so amazing.  What did our little family do without her?  The kids just love her and she thinks they are the greatest thing ever.  She gets so excited when they get home from school everyday.  She loves to eat and only dislikes plain rice cereal or oatmeal (but who could blame her.)  She is rolling all over and pretty much finds a way to get whatever she wants.  I am not ready for that.  She is finally deciding that it is okay to sit up.  She use to make her body stiff like a board if you wanted her to sit.  She is so much fun, loves to give big slobbery kisses and laugh, even when there is nothing to laugh at.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S48gT2IpqMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4RnUSDDnFJM/s1600-h/DSCN0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S48gT2IpqMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4RnUSDDnFJM/s320/DSCN0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444605999835621570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has a long spot of hair on top that I tried putting in a pony and curled it with a curler.  It turned out to be a fuzzy question mark.  She has so much new hair coming in that the ponies are going to have to wait a little while longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-1038155624224983182?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/1038155624224983182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=1038155624224983182&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1038155624224983182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1038155624224983182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2010/03/7-months.html' title='7 months'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S48gT2IpqMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4RnUSDDnFJM/s72-c/DSCN0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2441813981653826875</id><published>2010-01-31T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:38:04.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S2Wx56TsMHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/76qNFkUxNm4/s1600-h/cadee+look+alike+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S2Wp4NbbHII/AAAAAAAAAP0/xXknCS2Fdb8/s320/Vivian+look+alike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432935308634823810" 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/6594396091066258600-5938101372168475298?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/5938101372168475298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=5938101372168475298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/5938101372168475298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/5938101372168475298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/S2Wp4NbbHII/AAAAAAAAAP0/xXknCS2Fdb8/s72-c/Vivian+look+alike.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-6551077463212805924</id><published>2009-12-31T20:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:40:37.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FINGER FAD!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so hoping that we would finally have a pacifier baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(so we could  just take it away)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but at 5 months old Vivi suddenly started favoring her fingers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; In between bites of her cereal she does this&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/Sz1ue-fT4iI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gkMI1VmGwT8/s1600-h/100_2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/Sz1ue-fT4iI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gkMI1VmGwT8/s320/100_2064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421611004873400866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I check on her during her nap or at night I find her like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/Sz1ueWcsLgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rqGzmabIFD0/s1600-h/100_2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/Sz1ueWcsLgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rqGzmabIFD0/s320/100_2065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421610994124992002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh well.  What can you do? I guess just enjoy her cuteness and hope that it is ONLY a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAD&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-6551077463212805924?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/6551077463212805924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=6551077463212805924&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6551077463212805924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6551077463212805924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/12/finger-fad.html' title='THE FINGER FAD!!??'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/Sz1ue-fT4iI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gkMI1VmGwT8/s72-c/100_2064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-4606074969816292634</id><published>2009-12-15T16:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:37:22.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lords Humor</title><content type='html'>So I found a blog that I just love reading.  It is called &lt;a href="http://lordsfamilyfun.blogspot.com/"&gt;THE LORDS HUMOR&lt;/a&gt;.  I just love the way she writes about the things that happen in her life.  It helps me feel normal and that crazy things happen to other mothers as well.  So everyone needs to go and check it out because I think you will love it too.  I almost forgot that she is having an awesome giveaway for her 100th post so head over and see what you could win if I wasn't already entered and therefore already winning it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-4606074969816292634?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/4606074969816292634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=4606074969816292634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4606074969816292634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4606074969816292634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/12/lords-humor.html' title='The Lords Humor'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-6684016190937505252</id><published>2009-12-05T10:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:31:16.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock, Knock. . . . .</title><content type='html'>Conversation with Brendan the day I left to go to Idaho.  Brendan is not a big talker when it comes to talking on the phone, so this was extra special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan:  "Knock, knock."&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "Who's there?"&lt;br /&gt;Brendan:  "I."&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "I who?"&lt;br /&gt;Brendan:  "I miss you already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me another one a few days before I came home and now I can't remember it.  That is what I get for not posting as soon as I got home.  Hopefully I will remember soon and can update this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-6684016190937505252?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/6684016190937505252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=6684016190937505252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6684016190937505252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6684016190937505252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/12/knock-knock.html' title='Knock, Knock. . . . .'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-8783999826964868645</id><published>2009-11-15T14:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:48:19.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty, Dirty Jobs</title><content type='html'>My kids love a show called Dirty Jobs, on the Discovery channel.  A guy named Mike Rowe goes around and tries out all sorts of dirty jobs.  It is a pretty funny show and a pretty gross one sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;One day I was looking at the pictures on my camera and stumbled across these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SwBn40CYTYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IoM3a8ao43I/s1600-h/100_1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SwBn40CYTYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IoM3a8ao43I/s320/100_1864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404433778583555458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SwBn512XPzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vM5v7eznK9k/s1600-h/100_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SwBn512XPzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vM5v7eznK9k/s320/100_1859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404433796249894706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SwBn5hu8p_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/3Ds27VwHwl4/s1600-h/100_1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SwBn5hu8p_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/3Ds27VwHwl4/s320/100_1860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404433790850082802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SwBn5GnbCRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/S_9bBnr_rk8/s1600-h/100_1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SwBn5GnbCRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/S_9bBnr_rk8/s320/100_1863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404433783570762002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, while I was gone one day they decided to play Dirty Jobs in the back yard.  Scott said they had a blast.  I was sorry that I missed watching them play but not sorry I missed the cleanup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-8783999826964868645?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/8783999826964868645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=8783999826964868645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8783999826964868645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8783999826964868645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/11/dirty-dirty-jobs.html' title='Dirty, Dirty Jobs'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SwBn40CYTYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IoM3a8ao43I/s72-c/100_1864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-4631807715688456003</id><published>2009-11-09T20:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:21:17.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You!!</title><content type='html'>I happened to capture this sweet little talk that Brendan and Vivi were having.  Brendan caught me filming but he kept on like he was before I started.  I love it when he says, "I love you" to her.  She definitely had a lot to say back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-496851c232376628" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D496851c232376628%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330182049%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F994A578A044D5864741620716090A0547818B8.4307C9C4EE8E501DE9FF8ACACBA2047D0D93A40B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D496851c232376628%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsFc3hzvi41XbL54FueEYdgVctlk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D496851c232376628%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330182049%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F994A578A044D5864741620716090A0547818B8.4307C9C4EE8E501DE9FF8ACACBA2047D0D93A40B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D496851c232376628%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsFc3hzvi41XbL54FueEYdgVctlk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-4631807715688456003?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/4631807715688456003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=4631807715688456003&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4631807715688456003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4631807715688456003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You!!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-7005344915509968229</id><published>2009-11-01T19:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:20:06.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Money!!!!</title><content type='html'>FREE MONEY, now who doesn't like that.  My wonderful husband was surprised this semester with a one time $2000.00 scholarship for Academic and Clinical Achievement.  (We were very excited to get it especially since we had to buy a new car this semester.)  He also got Honors Passing in the clinic which only about 10 people in the class get.  I am so proud of Scott he is doing so well in school.    I am also so excited to say that we are more than half way through school.  It feels so great to be on the home stretch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-7005344915509968229?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/7005344915509968229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=7005344915509968229&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7005344915509968229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7005344915509968229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/11/free-money.html' title='Free Money!!!!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-6073522792677833901</id><published>2009-10-30T12:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:38:45.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivian's Blessing</title><content type='html'>On Aug. 16th we blessed Vivian.  I was a very special day for us.  My cousin Leta, who is so amazingly talented, made Vivi a beautiful dress.  We were so happy to be able to have my parents here with us for her blessing.  It was so great to have my dad be able to stand in with Scott.  We missed having the rest of our family there though.  Scott gave her a wonderful blessing about being a strong yw and recognizing the Lord's hand in all aspects of her life.  It was such a wonderful day with my little family.  I am so grateful for all of my kids.  It has been so great to see how Isaac, Brendan, and Cadee love Vivian.  Vivian is such a wonderful baby, we are so blessed to have her in our family.  I couldn't imagine our family without her.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorite pictures from her blessing day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SutOxKhAIyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WLKqBwNuwKo/s1600-h/100_1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SutOxKhAIyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WLKqBwNuwKo/s320/100_1827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398495184877003554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SusfWHKmGoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2x8CsspyBhw/s1600-h/100_1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SusfWHKmGoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2x8CsspyBhw/s320/100_1825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398443043074742914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SusfXD75OxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xjXR_xLGuWQ/s1600-h/100_1818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SusfXD75OxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xjXR_xLGuWQ/s320/100_1818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398443059387644690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SusfW0M-ftI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CcLZAf5FnR0/s1600-h/100_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SusfW0M-ftI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CcLZAf5FnR0/s320/100_1828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398443055164325586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SusfWoaPhMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8iZ64fBsVLk/s1600-h/100_1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SusfWoaPhMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8iZ64fBsVLk/s320/100_1824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398443051998741698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SusfV3g8oKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9LZb4HSObic/s1600-h/100_1821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SusfV3g8oKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9LZb4HSObic/s320/100_1821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398443038873526434" 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/6594396091066258600-6073522792677833901?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/6073522792677833901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=6073522792677833901&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6073522792677833901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6073522792677833901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/10/vivians-blessing.html' title='Vivian&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SutOxKhAIyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WLKqBwNuwKo/s72-c/100_1827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-3941253387548801491</id><published>2009-10-28T13:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:03:28.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been a long time.   I have lots of things that I want to blog about (Vivi's blessing, visits from Grandmas and Grandpa, broken arm,  scholarships, etc.) but  I am so far behind that I almost don't know where to start.  So because all of you know how great I am at making decisions I would like some help with a starting place.  Leave a comment and let me know what you would like to hear from me about our family/life.  I will do my best to get it blogged asap.  Your comments will give me the motivation to get back into the blogging groove.  Thanks all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-3941253387548801491?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/3941253387548801491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=3941253387548801491&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3941253387548801491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3941253387548801491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/10/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-5591089700827576403</id><published>2009-09-04T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:24:07.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivi's Quick Arrival</title><content type='html'>Well on July 21st I headed to the Dr. in the a.m.  I was so ready to be done being pregnant and when she checked me I was at a 2 and I asked if she would strip my membranes.  She did and I went on with my day.  I stopped at Target and looked around for a while since I needed to kill some time before I went to the airport to pick up Rolane.  While I was there I had a few good contractions and thought maybe today will be the day.  I got Rolane and we headed home and went about our everyday business.  After dinner I had a few more random contractions and thought I better get a bag ready just in case.  I started to but then sat down and vegged for a while because I was exhausted.  Then I started to have some contractions that really hurt between 7 and 8 and so it began.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would have a few hours of this at home so I got in the bath because my back was killling me.  I felt some pressure but for some reason it didn't click that hey you are pretty far along get going.  While I was in the bath it got really bad and I decided I should get out and get going to the hospital.  I yelled for Scott to finish getting things in the bag and I started to get out.  I could hardly get out of the tub and get dressed. By this time it was about 9:30-9:45 ish and I was sitting on the bed telling Scott what else to get, finally I just said forget it you can get things later we need to go NOW.  He helped me to the car and drove as fast as he could in the rain to get there.&lt;br /&gt;By this time my contractions were 2min or less apart and I was dying.  By the time we got off the freeway I was yelling "She is coming I can feel her!!!!"  we pulled up to the hospital with me yelling that over and over.  lLater Scott told me that he thought at first I was just being over dramatic, it didn't take long to realize that I wasn't.  Scott flew into the ER yelling my wife is having a baby now.  The people in the ER were just a little ho hum so Scott ran back out throwing the automatic doors open because the didn't open fast enough.  The gaurds were trying to fix them and I was stuck in the van because I couldn't get out or walk.  Scott ran back in and grabbed the first wheelchair he could find and started out with it becuase the ER people were still moving slow.  It was a tiny wheelchair and the nurses said I wouldn't fit in it but Scott told them it didn't matter.  When they finally got me in it I kept telling the nurse "I need to push."  She would say "Don't."  THen I would say "I know but I need to she is coming I can feel her" &lt;br /&gt;They got me back to the room and nurses where running all over  trying to find what they needed and the Dr.s were saying "Can she make it upstairs?"&lt;br /&gt; "No she can't" &lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt; "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;They had me start pushing and in two pushes she came flying out.  It was a good thing the Dr. was sitting there to catch her before she flew off the bed.  The cord was around her neck twice but she was perfectly fine once they got it off.  I was still in shock that it all happened so fast and was lucky I made it there.  We had here within 5 min of getting there at 10:20. &lt;br /&gt;I know I should have known to leave sooner since it was my 4th baby but for some reason logic didn't kick in very quickly, I kept thinking but I just started labor it can't be time yet.  Next time though I am going to go to the hospital the first time I feel a real contraction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-5591089700827576403?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/5591089700827576403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=5591089700827576403&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/5591089700827576403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/5591089700827576403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/09/vivis-quick-arrival.html' title='Vivi&apos;s Quick Arrival'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-1718463684951988417</id><published>2009-08-14T12:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:32:44.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Anyone???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cadee just made her own lunch.  Does anyone want some?  She made a raspberry jam, dill pickle relish, and Parmesan cheese sandwich on a roll  with strawberry milk and a maraschino cherry on the side.  mmmmmmmm delicious.&lt;br /&gt;You may be asking yourself did she eat it  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . no she didn't.  She didn't like the parmesan on it so she made another one with just raspberry jam and dill pickle relish. &lt;br /&gt;She got my dad to taste it and thought it was funny when he made a very disgusted face.  Did she eat this one?  Yes she did, all the topping and left the bun.&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/6594396091066258600-1718463684951988417?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/1718463684951988417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=1718463684951988417&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1718463684951988417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1718463684951988417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/08/lunch-anyone.html' title='Lunch Anyone???'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-4920837826741208854</id><published>2009-07-28T14:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:55:59.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Would Like to Introduce. . . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/Sm9Xc52sltI/AAAAAAAAANg/RS7zm5UIkqk/s1600-h/100_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/Sm9Xc52sltI/AAAAAAAAANg/RS7zm5UIkqk/s320/100_1756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363601835299739346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivian Pearl Gibbons  7lbs 20in  Born July 21st&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/6594396091066258600-4920837826741208854?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/4920837826741208854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=4920837826741208854&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4920837826741208854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4920837826741208854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-would-like-to-introduce.html' title='We Would Like to Introduce. . . . . . .'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/Sm9Xc52sltI/AAAAAAAAANg/RS7zm5UIkqk/s72-c/100_1756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-6716389306907396083</id><published>2009-07-17T12:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:40:02.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am never ready for what comes out of her mouth. . . .</title><content type='html'>Last night we were at a birthday party at Incredible Pizza and Cadee was playing in a bounce house maze.  One of the times she came out I noticed her barrette was gone and asked her about it.  This was her response.&lt;br /&gt;"I sold it to someone who was bald."&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more.  It cracked me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-6716389306907396083?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/6716389306907396083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=6716389306907396083&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6716389306907396083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6716389306907396083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-never-ready-for-what-comes-out-of.html' title='I am never ready for what comes out of her mouth. . . .'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-7852513085164495071</id><published>2009-06-30T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:13:16.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T WAIT!!!</title><content type='html'>I feel like I can hardly wait for the next few weeks to end.   I can't wait to wear a variety of shoes, my wedding ring, walk without waddling or limping, and to sleep any position I want without various body parts going to sleep or having to go to the bathroom any time I change position. I can't wait to not get looks and words of pity when people see my huge belly out in public. &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see how much Isaac, Brendan and Cadee dote on her.  They already kiss my belly, hug, and rub it asking daily how big she is and when will she be here, so I can't wait to see their faces when she gets here.   I can't wait to see Scott's face when he holds her for the first time.  Mostly I can't wait to meet this little girl that is moving inside of me.  I can't wait to see if she looks like our little Vivi (Vivian Pearl Gibbons - what her name will be as long as she looks it). &lt;br /&gt;I will keep all of you posted because I know that none of you can wait to meet her either!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-7852513085164495071?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/7852513085164495071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=7852513085164495071&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7852513085164495071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7852513085164495071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-wait.html' title='I CAN&apos;T WAIT!!!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-4134886126298916</id><published>2009-06-30T10:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:09:16.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 WEEKS AND COUNTING.</title><content type='html'>Well I have 5 weeks left and I am already counting down.  I am so miserable in the Memphis heat and I can hardly sleep at night.  I so hope that this little lady comes about 3 weeks early like Brendan and Cadee were so kind to do for me.  I just wanted to share a picture of what I am looking like these days. . . . . . . . . . HUGE, HUGE is what I look like these days.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/Sko2ID8KKDI/AAAAAAAAANY/VtnPCygcsPQ/s1600-h/prego+me+us.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/Sko2ID8KKDI/AAAAAAAAANY/VtnPCygcsPQ/s320/prego+me+us.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353150619207739442" 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/6594396091066258600-4134886126298916?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/4134886126298916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=4134886126298916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4134886126298916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4134886126298916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-weeks-and-counting.html' title='5 WEEKS AND COUNTING.'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/Sko2ID8KKDI/AAAAAAAAANY/VtnPCygcsPQ/s72-c/prego+me+us.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2849446569876242094</id><published>2009-06-26T10:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:00:49.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Locks of Love</title><content type='html'>I decided that we were going to make it easy for summer and baby when it came to Cadee's hair.  I was just too tired to really take care of it like it needed so . . . . . . we cut it off.  She was very excited to sell her hair to someone that didn't have any.  That is what she tells everyone that she "sold her hair to someone without hair."  We did donate about 10-12 inches to the Locks of Love.&lt;br /&gt;Here is her before pictures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SkTvRiJBjkI/AAAAAAAAANA/OCDjAlMnwP4/s1600-h/locks+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SkTvRiJBjkI/AAAAAAAAANA/OCDjAlMnwP4/s320/locks+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351665341724462658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SkTvRw5_eiI/AAAAAAAAANI/jTjkEbyPP-U/s1600-h/locks+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SkTvRw5_eiI/AAAAAAAAANI/jTjkEbyPP-U/s320/locks+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351665345687943714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has loved having her short hair and so have I.  I don't have to fix it everyday and Cadee has found a new love for headbands.  For a long time if you mentioned her hair she would start posing like a model.  She loves it and says "it is so pretty, I look so pretty"  all the time.   I catch her in the bathroom fixing it at least twice a day.  At first Scott and I were sad and missed her long hair but the short hair has grown on us and we may just leave it that way for a while.  We think it suits her personallity.&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado here is her after shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SkTwj1F-vaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RS_VLiGrYBE/s1600-h/locks+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SkTwj1F-vaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RS_VLiGrYBE/s320/locks+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351666755561242018" 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/6594396091066258600-2849446569876242094?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2849446569876242094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2849446569876242094&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2849446569876242094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2849446569876242094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/06/locks-of-love.html' title='Locks of Love'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SkTvRiJBjkI/AAAAAAAAANA/OCDjAlMnwP4/s72-c/locks+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-6232413572612322319</id><published>2009-06-24T13:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:42:27.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are still alive.</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let everyone know that we the Gibbons Family is still alive.  I have been so tired and sore that blogging has reached the bottom of my list.  I have a list a mile long of things to share and hopefully I will get to them soon.  We are all doing well and can't wait for the baby to arrive.  Only a few weeks left.  We love you all and hope you are well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-6232413572612322319?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/6232413572612322319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=6232413572612322319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6232413572612322319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6232413572612322319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-still-alive.html' title='We are still alive.'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2010059556251048690</id><published>2009-04-05T18:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:40:39.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac says the DARNEDEST things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few weeks ago Scott and I got a memory foam mattress topper and some new sheets.  We figured after 8 years we deserved an upgrade on our bed.  I also pushed for it so I could sleep better while prego.  For the longest time Scott just wanted to lay on our bed.  He thought it was heaven.  It has improved the quality of our sleep and I would recommend one to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other day the kids were playing a game that involved jumping on the couch.  After me telling them several times to stop they headed to my room to continue the action.  I was a bit more assertive that they could not jump on my bed.  Brendan and Cadee came out immediately but Isaac of course had to get one jump in.  He came out yelling, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Brendan it was like doing a cannon ball on a cloud."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but laugh.  He had this shocked and amazed look on his face.  I know he wanted to go back in there and do over and over again.  He has said the darnedest things lately.  I wish I would have been able to write them all down. &lt;br /&gt;Isaac just reminded me of one.  Cadee likes to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Krueger's Christmas&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday mornings.  Isaac walked into the room and watched it for a minute and said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"He day dreams too much."&lt;/span&gt;  Then he just walked away.  It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6594396091066258600-2010059556251048690?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2010059556251048690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2010059556251048690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2010059556251048690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2010059556251048690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/04/isaac-says-darnedest-things.html' title='Isaac says the DARNEDEST things!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-4315513796523300838</id><published>2009-04-05T14:04:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:29:56.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late but. . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a GIRL!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt; We are very excited about it.  The kids are glad that our family is going to be even 3 boys and 3 girls (they always count Scott and me).  I did give in to Scott and let h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;im find out.  I definitely think that if there is a next time we won't find out.  Here are a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; pictures of our little angel.  They didn't turn out very well but isn't that how it always is?  She kept putting her arm up over her face so you never get a clear shot at her face.  I am wondering if that is how she will always sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SdkCvJg6l7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mdwGQ824qvE/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SdkCvJg6l7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mdwGQ824qvE/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321287443746035634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;In this one you can see her leg coming up and her little lips.  She has her mouth open.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SdkCvBj8FXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-fRLqDqbEQs/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SdkCvBj8FXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-fRLqDqbEQs/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321287441611232626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;This one is where she showed us that she is a girl.  Looking back at the picture I wouldn't know what is was if it didn't say girl on it.  I still can't see where she showed us.  Good luck in deciphering it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SdkCu51aBUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nKbKopEpTGQ/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SdkCu51aBUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nKbKopEpTGQ/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321287439537014082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SdkCuxTW66I/AAAAAAAAAMo/McI6-20N9rU/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SdkCuxTW66I/AAAAAAAAAMo/McI6-20N9rU/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321287437246720930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;We are excited for her to join our family.  The kids are too.  Brendan always says that the baby is going to be like his own little birthday present.  She could come anytime after his birthday.  He hates having the last birthday in the family and is glad to give that up for the baby.  He loves to come up and give the baby a kiss.  They are so sweet, I hope they stay that way about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-4315513796523300838?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/4315513796523300838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=4315513796523300838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4315513796523300838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4315513796523300838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-late-but.html' title='A little late but. . . . .'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SdkCvJg6l7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mdwGQ824qvE/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2294050134256094917</id><published>2009-03-16T18:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:34:55.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and the answer is . . . . . . .</title><content type='html'>Dead chickens holding hands.  I don't know why they were dead but that is what he saw so there you have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-2294050134256094917?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2294050134256094917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2294050134256094917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2294050134256094917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2294050134256094917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-answer-is.html' title='and the answer is . . . . . . .'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-1650082328792159850</id><published>2009-03-13T07:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:20:57.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Finger "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago we took the kids to the YMCA for the fit kids class.  The boys love it.  At the end they were cleaning up their mats and Brendan decided to pick up a set of hand weights ans as he was setting them down he smashed his finger.  He was hysterical.  I know that it hurts when you smash your finger but he was over the top.  He kept saying he needed a band aide because it hurt so badly.  Scott was a little impatient with him because he wouldn't stop crying and he shouldn't have played with the weights in the first place.  The whole way home Brendan kept saying "I just can't stand it."  Scott got more and more frustrated as Brendan was crying hysterics all the way home.  I even noticed Scott driving slower than normal and I started laughing.  I asked if he was trying to torture Brendan by going slow.  He laughed and said no and that lightened his attitude some.  When we finally made it home Brendan's finger was huge and I gave him some ice and laid him on his bed and closed the door.  A while later he was still in hysterics and so I turned on a movie for him in hopes of some distraction.  It finally worked and after over an hour or two of crying he finally stopped but kept ice on it for much longer.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SbpdcVcpjbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wWvmF64YE5Y/s1600-h/thefinger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SbpdcVcpjbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wWvmF64YE5Y/s320/thefinger1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312661451811950002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SbpdUdFW-pI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lZwyglXhWwI/s1600-h/thefinger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SbpdUdFW-pI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lZwyglXhWwI/s320/thefinger2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312661316422793874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SbpdJP2DfzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ou3ECj6X6Qc/s1600-h/thefinger3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SbpdJP2DfzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ou3ECj6X6Qc/s320/thefinger3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312661123890380594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I looked at it and it was very big and purple.  Scott felt a bit bad when he saw how bad it really must have been.  Over the next few days his whole finger turned purple and green and now his nail is just a bit purple.  I felt bad for the poor kid.  I don't think he will ever play with hand weights again.&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/6594396091066258600-1650082328792159850?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/1650082328792159850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=1650082328792159850&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1650082328792159850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1650082328792159850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/03/finger.html' title='&quot;The Finger &quot;'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SbpdcVcpjbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wWvmF64YE5Y/s72-c/thefinger1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-1898588951128859061</id><published>2009-03-13T07:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:56:31.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you see what a five yr old sees?</title><content type='html'>Can you see what Brendan saw in the snow on the fence?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SbpXSnYnSaI/AAAAAAAAALo/4Q7TfgWOeS0/s1600-h/chickens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SbpXSnYnSaI/AAAAAAAAALo/4Q7TfgWOeS0/s320/chickens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312654687758404002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So what do you think he saw?  I will post the answer in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-1898588951128859061?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/1898588951128859061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=1898588951128859061&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1898588951128859061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1898588951128859061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-see-what-five-yr-old-sees.html' title='Do you see what a five yr old sees?'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SbpXSnYnSaI/AAAAAAAAALo/4Q7TfgWOeS0/s72-c/chickens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-8339550368709279629</id><published>2009-02-23T15:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:54:01.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Monday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;  I saw this on my friend's blog, and I thought it would be fun to have a Memory Monday. Here is how to play:&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Add a comment on our blog leaving one memory that you and I and/or Scott had together. It doesn't matter if you know us a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you want to play again, re-post these instructions on your blog and take a stroll down memory lane, too. Enjoy! (If you comment on our blog, we'll make sure to comment on yours.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-8339550368709279629?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/8339550368709279629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=8339550368709279629&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8339550368709279629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8339550368709279629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/02/memory-monday.html' title='Memory Monday!!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-4417782987516365558</id><published>2009-02-15T19:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:03:26.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not alone any more. . . .</title><content type='html'>ON THE BENCH THAT IS!!!  Scott was released from being the 1st councilor today, which means I no longer have to sit alone.  This will definitely be a plus when the baby is born.  He was called to be the YM president and so time away will be close to the same but at this time in my life I will take what I can get.  I love him and am very grateful that he is willing to serve in any capacity that he is called to.  He is very excited to be working with the ym in our ward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-4417782987516365558?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/4417782987516365558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=4417782987516365558&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4417782987516365558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4417782987516365558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-alone-any-more.html' title='Not alone any more. . . .'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-8008558799974062696</id><published>2009-02-13T12:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:48:07.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock, Paper, Scissors</title><content type='html'>As many of you know Scott and I use rock, paper, scissors to make many of our decisions.  We use it to pick who has to choose where to eat, diaper changes, getting up with kids, you get it we use it for pretty much everything.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have been thinking that I don't want to find out what we are having this time.  I thought Scott was on board with me but the other night he asked me if I was serious about not finding out.  I told him yes and he told me that he was going to and wouldn't tell me.  I got to thinking that maybe we should find out so that he could have more of a connection to the baby.  I kept asking him why and if he really did want to find out.  He always told me he just wanted to know and couldn't wait.  Then the other night he told about some friends that flipped a coin the first time and the husband won so they found out and this time they aren't.  I thought okay we can go to our old stand by rock, paper, scissors to decide.  Last night I told him "Okay, best out of three.  Decision stands."  He said okay and so we played.&lt;br /&gt;Round One:&lt;br /&gt;Scott-paper     Julieann-scissors&lt;br /&gt;Julieann Wins&lt;br /&gt;Round Two:&lt;br /&gt;Scott-rock      Julieann-paper&lt;br /&gt;Julieann Wins&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I won in the first two rounds.  Scott was a little upset that he lost without even winning a round.  I am debating on letting him have a second chance by putting up a survey and letting you decide if we find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-8008558799974062696?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/8008558799974062696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=8008558799974062696&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8008558799974062696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8008558799974062696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/02/rock-paper-scissors.html' title='Rock, Paper, Scissors'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-5207364027769640553</id><published>2009-02-11T09:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:46:35.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't quit your day job.</title><content type='html'>A while back Scott got an idea from a friend for a good date night at home after the kids go to bed.  He immediately got to work downloading all the seasons of "The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross."  Now all of you that know me know that am an awful artist.  My kids are all a better at drawing than I am and sometimes when I draw for them they tell me that it does not look like whatever I was suppose to draw.  So back in November we finally went out and bought brushes, paints, and canvases.  Scott burned a dvd and we put the kids to bed so we could get to work.  We had a lot of fun and confirmed that we should not quit our day jobs and become artists.  Although we were not any good we had a wonderful time together laughing and getting a little frustrated at times.  It is a worth while date and we plan on hanging the paintings in our room (for us to enjoy without putting anyone else through the misery of looking at them).  The next morning when the kids got up I could here them saying things about who's trees, water, mountain, etc. was better.  It was so cute and made me smile.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SZLx_O33LjI/AAAAAAAAALY/MDKzqnRzT80/s1600-h/100_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SZLx_O33LjI/AAAAAAAAALY/MDKzqnRzT80/s320/100_1508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301565779994947122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SZLx_oI-5xI/AAAAAAAAALg/nNZf7q0GLs4/s1600-h/100_1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SZLx_oI-5xI/AAAAAAAAALg/nNZf7q0GLs4/s320/100_1510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301565786777642770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is interested in trying this we can get you a dvd of a few episodes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-5207364027769640553?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/5207364027769640553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=5207364027769640553&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/5207364027769640553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/5207364027769640553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-quit-your-day-job.html' title='Don&apos;t quit your day job.'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SZLx_O33LjI/AAAAAAAAALY/MDKzqnRzT80/s72-c/100_1508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-7046314909340171903</id><published>2009-02-11T09:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:29:36.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little piece of Christmas.</title><content type='html'>We only decorated a little bit for Christmas this year.  A little bit meaning only the tree.  I am usually pretty anal about the tree skirt.  I am not sure why but it is just one of my quirks.  I like it nice and smooth and perfect.  This year however, Brendan grabbed it and put it underneath the tree.  He was so proud and happy that he helped with that part.  I got to looking at it and it was so cute just wrapped around the tree all messy, that I couldn't bring myself to ever fix it.  I think from now on I am going to let my kids do the tree skirt and let that anal quirk go.  I love you Brendan thanks for helping me see that it is the little things that make life so good.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SZLuMaSlZLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4pLI1YFNF5I/s1600-h/100_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SZLuMaSlZLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4pLI1YFNF5I/s320/100_1512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301561608351605938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SZLuMM-EFJI/AAAAAAAAALI/_GyZB6ubDi8/s1600-h/100_1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SZLuMM-EFJI/AAAAAAAAALI/_GyZB6ubDi8/s320/100_1514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301561604775875730" 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/6594396091066258600-7046314909340171903?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/7046314909340171903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=7046314909340171903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7046314909340171903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7046314909340171903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-piece-of-christmas.html' title='A little piece of Christmas.'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SZLuMaSlZLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4pLI1YFNF5I/s72-c/100_1512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2315495691660381515</id><published>2009-01-23T08:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:31:22.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He loves me . . . . .</title><content type='html'>The other day I was looking for backgrounds and found the one that said "He loves me. . . . "  I loved it because It has some of my favorite flowers and it made me realize something.  Scott loves me, he really loves me.  How lucky am I that my husband loves me more than anything else in the whole world.  I always thought that when I got married I would marry someone that adores me and I am lucky enough to have found that someone and he still feels that way about me. &lt;br /&gt;I want to thank him for being so wonderful while I have been under the weather.  He makes dinner a lot of nights after getting home from school.  He comes home and puts the kids to bed for me because that is the hardest and worst feeling part of the day.  He lets me sleep in and gets himself and the kids ready and off to school.  He has been cleaning the house and the other day he even cleaned the bathrooms.  I do not know what I would do without him.  I love that he never expects me to have the house clean when he gets home or even expects me to have done anything with the way I feel.&lt;br /&gt;He is so strong and amazing to me.  I love him more everyday.  It always amazes me to see him go to school, study, work, play with the kids, spend time with me, do his church calling, and everything else that he does.  I just want him to know that I love and appreciate all that he does for me and our family. &lt;br /&gt;I still wake up sometimes and think HE LOVES ME I can't believe he picked me.  Thank you Scott for picking me.  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-2315495691660381515?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2315495691660381515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2315495691660381515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2315495691660381515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2315495691660381515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-loves-me.html' title='He loves me . . . . .'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-7060631508153661299</id><published>2009-01-19T15:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:10:45.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting!</title><content type='html'>August 4th is the big due day for #4.  So far everything is going great.  I have been sick, but think I am past the worst of it.  Hopefully I can enjoy being pregnant for a tiny bit before I get huge and uncomfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-7060631508153661299?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/7060631508153661299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=7060631508153661299&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7060631508153661299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7060631508153661299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/01/expecting.html' title='Expecting!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-5226122439789090006</id><published>2009-01-09T17:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:47:04.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you sleep good?</title><content type='html'>Last night was the first night in a long time that Cadee slept all night.  I know she is three what is up with not sleeping?  Well last night I slept good and slept in while Scott got up with the boys and got them to school.   Cadee didn't even wake up until he got home from taking the boys to the bus.  That never happens.  When she did get up, she very happily climbed in bed with me.  I asked her if she slept good last night.  She replied very happily that she did and that she had slept for 5 minutes.  It was so funny.  I love how kids have no sense of time.  It was good to wake up to happiness for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-5226122439789090006?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/5226122439789090006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=5226122439789090006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/5226122439789090006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/5226122439789090006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-you-sleep-good.html' title='Did you sleep good?'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-7775495960118281998</id><published>2008-12-04T08:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:17:14.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new kind of Pinkie Promise. . .  the DOUBLE!</title><content type='html'>Yep last night Brendan came in to me with his hands twisted together and pinkies sticking out.  He said "Mom, let's double pinkie promise that we can make my bed tomorrow before school."  Then he proceeded to twist his hands so I could pinkie promise one pinkie then the other.  It was very cute.  He almost got mad at me this morning because he said we pinkie promised to do it last night and didn't.  I told him it was for today and he was happy that we could do it after school.  He gets very anal about having his bed stay made.  He will hardly get in the covers because it will get messed up.  Right now his blanket got pulled off so we will remedy that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-7775495960118281998?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/7775495960118281998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=7775495960118281998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7775495960118281998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7775495960118281998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-kind-of-pinkie-promise-double.html' title='A new kind of Pinkie Promise. . .  the DOUBLE!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-3601819803700274749</id><published>2008-12-01T19:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:57:45.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinkie Promise . . . .  The Promise of Promises!</title><content type='html'>Brendan is very into pinkie promises lately.  Everyday I think we pinkie promise about everything we do.  Here are a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Mom I pinkie promise that I will pick up all the clothes in the closet after school tomorrow."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Pinkie promise that you will get me a drink of water."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I will pinkie promise that I will wash my hands after I go to the bathroom if you want me to?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He just tried to pinkie promise me to get all the "Ben 10" action figures for him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Pinkie promise that you will tuck me in and rub my back."  (I do that every night anyway.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom:  "Brendan get in the bath and you can play for a little bit."  Brendan:  "Pinkie promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I can't think of all of the random things that we pinkie promise about now but believe me we do it a lot.  Did I mention that if you pinkie promise he remembers and that promise stands no matter how ridiculous it is.  So if you are ever around my kids (esp.  Brendan) don't pinkie promise if you don't mean it they will hold you to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-3601819803700274749?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/3601819803700274749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=3601819803700274749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3601819803700274749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3601819803700274749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/12/pinkie-promise-promise-of-promises.html' title='Pinkie Promise . . . .  The Promise of Promises!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2998537539396468597</id><published>2008-11-14T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:28:07.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 is Great!! Tagged Again.</title><content type='html'>8 Favorite TV Shows: The Office, The New Adventures of Old Christine, Gary Unmarried, Smallville, The Cosby Show, Psych, According to Jim and Seinfeld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I did Yesterday: went on a field trip with Brendan, grocery shopping, blogged, went to Isaac's program (where the fire alarm went off), stood outside in the cold and waited for the fire department to say it was ok to go back inside the school, watched The Office (yeah Jim and Pam), did the dishes, ate chicken cordon bleu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I look forward to: Thanksgiving break, Maggie's wedding, Christmas in Idaho, date with Scott tomorrow, my bathroom being complete, bedtime always bedtime, my race, someone coming to visit (anyone up for that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Restaurants&lt;/span&gt;:  Los Reyes, Lenny's, Texas Roadhouse, Olive Garden, Booyas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things on my wish list: lose 10-15 lbs, weekend with my husband w/o the kids, Wii, Cricut cartridges, shoes, a visit from Sharee, a nice front yard of grass not weeds, new windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people to tag: 8 of you that want to be tagged!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-2998537539396468597?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2998537539396468597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2998537539396468597&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2998537539396468597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2998537539396468597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-is-great-tagged-again_14.html' title='8 is Great!! 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Mental note:  get at tripod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-50cc826f60353b1d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D50cc826f60353b1d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330182049%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A4993B55442AD08E7AA42254E250217F03489B0.64CEB184B4CCBC5BED0A802BB150BB2FA46F0C2B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50cc826f60353b1d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7t6rBOLu7g-SoHSNXHYddfguoxQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a3f01bfa6cb062f7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/491663279977752897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=491663279977752897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/491663279977752897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/491663279977752897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/11/brendans-program.html' title='Brendan&apos;s Program'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-7933312291049692838</id><published>2008-11-11T15:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:20:09.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little to late but not completely.</title><content type='html'>Last year (I didn't realize it was that long ago) my friend gave me a bunch of clothes for the boys.  I put some away that were way to big.  I also had put away some shorts to get out in the summer.  Well ya I just found them.  They could've used some extra shorts last summer (that is what is too late) luckily most will fit next summer and I am leaving them out.  I also found pants that Isaac desperately needs for school (I didn't even remember they were in there) .  That is a real blessing because I haven't been able to find any and I needed some before he realized that most of his were close to flood level.  So I am grateful today to my friend for giving me clothes last year and for needing to go in the attic to look for gloves today, because that made it possible for me to not be completely too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-7933312291049692838?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/7933312291049692838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=7933312291049692838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7933312291049692838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7933312291049692838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-to-late-but-not-completely.html' title='A little to late but not completely.'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-999227762311842012</id><published>2008-11-11T15:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:10:29.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Where's the Snow??</title><content type='html'>The kids always like to play with gloves, I think that they think it gives them super powers.  Well today they wanted them down again to strew all over the house.  I obliged because it is a dreary day and we are stuck inside.  The next thing I knew they were all decked out in snow suits, coats, boots and anything else they could get on.  They even had pants and long sleeves underneath.  Then they all headed out to play.  So I had to get a picture.  They couldn't stay out too long because Isaac has a bad cold and it is a cold day and was starting to rain pretty hard.  He was very upset with me about that. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SRn0q3w32aI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dfGkJDmzDzs/s1600-h/Fall+08+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SRn0q3w32aI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dfGkJDmzDzs/s320/Fall+08+142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267510256547125666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SRn0mFwSNzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LzYoxufhuTQ/s1600-h/Fall+08+143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SRn0mFwSNzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LzYoxufhuTQ/s320/Fall+08+143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267510174403409714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sorry kids we aren't in Idaho anymore and snow here is very rare.  We got some last year in March so maybe we will get lucky again.  The good news is we will be in Idaho in December and hopefully you can play in the snow there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-999227762311842012?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/999227762311842012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=999227762311842012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/999227762311842012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/999227762311842012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-wheres-snow.html' title='Hey, Where&apos;s the Snow??'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SRn0q3w32aI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dfGkJDmzDzs/s72-c/Fall+08+142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-1429150562507651589</id><published>2008-11-11T14:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:02:37.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SRny4xML6cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jThqlLX4aRg/s1600-h/Fall+08+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SRny4xML6cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jThqlLX4aRg/s320/Fall+08+119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267508296277551554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really great Halloween this year.  We had a ward trunk or treat where the kids played lots of fun games, food and of course candy.  The kids were Batman Begins, a Jedi, and Rapunzel.  We went trick or treating on Halloween and the kids filled there buckets fast.  It didn't even seem like we went to that many houses.  By the time we were done Cadee was leaning to the side trying to hold up her bucket.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home we sorted and candy and picked what to keep and what to leave for the Halloween Witch.  They each saved their best stuff and loaded the rest into there bags so that they could get books in exchange for the candy.  This year they each got one book with multiple stories and a puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;After a few mishaps with open trunks and moms potty break on Halloween night Isaac said he didn't think the Halloween witch was real.  I quickly told him that the witch is not as powerful as Santa and doesn't have as many helpers so the parents have to help her.    He was either satisfied with that or else he just really liked his Captain Underpants book that he got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-1429150562507651589?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/1429150562507651589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=1429150562507651589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1429150562507651589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1429150562507651589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SRny4xML6cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jThqlLX4aRg/s72-c/Fall+08+119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-5706209031944681960</id><published>2008-11-08T15:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:41:47.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>$1.88</title><content type='html'>Yep, that is how much Scott is buying gas for right now.  I hope it stays this low at least until January 7th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-5706209031944681960?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/5706209031944681960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=5706209031944681960&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/5706209031944681960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/5706209031944681960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/11/188.html' title='$1.88'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-8685028853573752137</id><published>2008-11-07T16:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:18:11.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Isaac!</title><content type='html'>Isaac made the Principles Honor Role and got the Citizenship certificate for the 1st nine weeks.  I am so proud of him.  He is such a good boy at school and his teacher always says how wonderful he is.  I am glad that he acts great in public even if he doesn't always at home and not the other way around.  I love you lots Isaac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-8685028853573752137?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/8685028853573752137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=8685028853573752137&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8685028853573752137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8685028853573752137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeah-isaac.html' title='Yeah Isaac!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-3254598637438545406</id><published>2008-11-03T16:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:09:50.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirky Me!</title><content type='html'>A long while back my friend, Mary tagged me to tell 7 things about myself.  Well I never know what to say about myself that is very interesting so I never get around to doing it.  But, the other day my cousin was tagged about quirky habits she had.  I thought that this was more fun and interesting than my shoe size so Mary you get 7 quirky things about me.  Here goes. . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't use the same glass for more than one type of drink.  I can't drink water after juice or soda or anything for that matter.  I think it tastes gross and I can't do it.  The one exception is if water goes first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm fruit.  I hate it.  I will eat apple crisp and things only after it is completely cold, not luke warm but cold.  I also can't eat ice cream with any cake or pie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to shower after I clean the bathroom.  If I can't it has to wait for another day.  I do love Clorox wipes because I can touch up the bathroom in between cleanings without showering.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always eat licorice or twizzlers 2 at a time.  I picked this habit up in jr.  high on the bus to and from games.  It just is better with 2, kind of like eating more than one fry at a time.  1 just won't do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indecisiveness.  I could decide what to put on here so I asked some friends.  Sharee said "Maybe indecisiveness.  The fact that right now you are probably thinking of several quirks but can't decide which one is most you."  And my response.  "No. I am thinking of things and can't decide if it is a quirk or not."  Her reply "  Need I say more?"  I don't think I need to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to"frolic like children of the night" and do other random things like cheers and dancing all on the spur of the moment.  When I am walking with Scott or anyone close to me I love to start frolicing or walking funny.  When I am with my closest friend I like to just do a cheer for them to make them smile or let them know that they are the great big cookie at the top of the jar.  :)  It is funny that I can do all of that in public but it is hard for me to wear jewelry because I don't want to be noticed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't think of number 7.  Maybe it is that frequently my brain doesn't work or possibly it is the fault of # 6.  If anyone has number 7 feel free to leave it in the comments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I tag anyone who has some quirks to share.  I hope you enjoyed mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-3254598637438545406?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/3254598637438545406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=3254598637438545406&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3254598637438545406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3254598637438545406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/11/quirky-me.html' title='Quirky Me!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-3482268577126588636</id><published>2008-09-10T14:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:11:43.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Giveaway  . . . . .Small World</title><content type='html'>So today I was scoping out some of the hair blogs that I love and there was a link to an awesome bow giveaway.  Lo and behold it is one of my friends that I met this summers blog.  I didn't even know she made bows, but they are way cute.  So go and check out her&lt;a href="http://christinecreated.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;giveaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and tell her I sent you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-3482268577126588636?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/3482268577126588636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=3482268577126588636&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3482268577126588636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3482268577126588636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-giveaway-small-world.html' title='Great Giveaway  . . . . .Small World'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-4326451155696179176</id><published>2008-09-02T12:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:54:53.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Worst Mom or in Other Words No More Sassy:(</title><content type='html'>Well I am the world's worst mom and we are not adopting Sassy.  No new addition for us.  We discovered how expensive dogs are (heartworm prevention, flea prevention, dog food, toys, treats, etc.)  We opted to wait until we are done with school with a bigger home, more money (hopefully) and not paying for it all with a loan.  The kids took it pretty well and Isaac told me he would still love me and only be mad for a little while.  So now I get the world's worst mom of the year award.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-4326451155696179176?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/4326451155696179176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=4326451155696179176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4326451155696179176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4326451155696179176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/09/worlds-worst-mom-or-in-other-words-no.html' title='World&apos;s Worst Mom or in Other Words No More Sassy:('/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-8304662254574282697</id><published>2008-09-02T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:43:23.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girly Do's</title><content type='html'>Girly Do's is one of the many hair blogs that I am addicted to.  She is having an awesome giveaway.  So go and check out &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://girlydos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girly Do's GIVEAWAY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and don't forget to tell her who sent you and I could win a prize too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-8304662254574282697?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/8304662254574282697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=8304662254574282697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8304662254574282697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8304662254574282697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/09/girly-dos.html' title='Girly Do&apos;s'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2050859077460750353</id><published>2008-08-28T18:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:16:38.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadee's 1st Bad Hair Day</title><content type='html'>Last night I decided to try curlers in Cadee's hair.  I wasn't sure how to put them in (horizontal, vertical, ect.) so I just guessed.  She was so excited about it and loved how she looked with the curlers in.   She even slept all night with them  without complaining. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SLc8RC3Tt-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/s2U2wgGLI04/s1600-h/100_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SLc8RC3Tt-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/s2U2wgGLI04/s320/100_1335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239722954993154018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;This morning she was so excited to take them out that I couldn't get them out fast enough.  She laughed and danced around while I took them out.  When I finished she ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror.  The next thing I knew she was crying hysterically and running back to me.  She sat in my lap for over 5 minutes crying about her hair.  I could barley get a picture of the end result because she was holding her hands over her face and running around.  I finally got one and you can see that her face was still moist from her tears.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SLc_wVbGovI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YuXQYEbv108/s1600-h/100_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SLc_wVbGovI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YuXQYEbv108/s320/100_1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239726791085957874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SLc_wtWx0nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/d8iF8OycVQE/s1600-h/100_1339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SLc_wtWx0nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/d8iF8OycVQE/s320/100_1339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239726797510267506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day she told my friend Shauna (who was babysitting)  "Look a straight piece.  Isn't it beautiful?".  She is so funny and I know that even when I do get bigger curlers it will take her a while before she lets me do that again.  Sorry Cadee that I gave you your first bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SLc8RC3Tt-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/s2U2wgGLI04/s1600-h/100_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-2050859077460750353?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2050859077460750353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2050859077460750353&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2050859077460750353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2050859077460750353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/08/cadees-1st-bad-hair-day.html' title='Cadee&apos;s 1st Bad Hair Day'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SLc8RC3Tt-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/s2U2wgGLI04/s72-c/100_1335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-3076964979362543980</id><published>2008-08-28T18:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:48:39.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved the Comments</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let ya'all know that I loved the comments on the "Our New Addition" post.  That is what I was going for and it worked wonderfully.  I also wasn't sure if we would get Sassy for sure so I wanted to wait before I posted more about her.  Thanks for the wonderful and humorous comments they made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-3076964979362543980?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/3076964979362543980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=3076964979362543980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3076964979362543980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3076964979362543980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/08/loved-comments.html' title='Loved the Comments'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-5933706952475121092</id><published>2008-08-28T18:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:39:00.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy</title><content type='html'>This is Sassy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SLc1m9lCiZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/38bBh_H5dDY/s1600-h/100_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SLc1m9lCiZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/38bBh_H5dDY/s320/100_1337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239715634950080914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is our new addition.  Yes I know that I am crazy and everyday I think to myself "What was I thinking?".  But she is a nice dog and my kids love her.  They love to feed her, pick up her poop and play with her.  Someday I know that will all wear off and it will all be my job.  For now she is our new exciting addition and we all love her and I will love her more when I get used to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-5933706952475121092?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/5933706952475121092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=5933706952475121092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/5933706952475121092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/5933706952475121092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/08/sassy.html' title='Sassy'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SLc1m9lCiZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/38bBh_H5dDY/s72-c/100_1337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-1126742522578168198</id><published>2008-08-24T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:42:20.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Addition!!</title><content type='html'>More info coming soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-1126742522578168198?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/1126742522578168198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=1126742522578168198&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1126742522578168198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1126742522578168198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-new-addition.html' title='Our New Addition!!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2085304747023695858</id><published>2008-08-24T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:26:32.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging Excitement</title><content type='html'>I am so excited and I just can't hide it!!  All of my kids can swing on the swings all by themselves.  No more pushing for me.  Cadee just figured it out, so not only does she use the toilet but she swings too.  What more could a mother ask for?&lt;br /&gt;Some may ask why is swinging by themselves so exciting?  Well I will tell you.  I strongly dislike pushing my kids on the swings.  I used to try to go to parks with no swings so that I wouldn't have to push my kids.  The swings always seem to be in the sun so you get so hot you want to die.  I also like to go to the park with friends and chat while my kids play with other kids and I can chat with adults for once.  It seems like there is only one swing open at a time and you are pushing alone while everyone else is chatting and laughing.  They also want you to push them in back yard and you want them in the back yard because they are driving you crazy.  But no more now they can do it themselves. &lt;br /&gt;So from now on bring on the swings.  We can go to any park we want and my kids can swing all they want.  Today turned out to be a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-2085304747023695858?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2085304747023695858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2085304747023695858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2085304747023695858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2085304747023695858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/08/swinging-excitement.html' title='Swinging Excitement'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-264522905132792982</id><published>2008-08-22T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:56:50.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Plants</title><content type='html'>When we moved out to TN I left all of my wonderful green house plants at my mom's house.  I loved them but didn't think they would make it in a car driving across the country, and we didn't have room for them.  I have missed having plants, they just add something special to your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend moved back to Utah today and I will miss her dearly, but she did leave me with something special.  She left me 2 wonderful house plants.  So thanks Jenn for helping my house feel a little more like home.  I hope you find some wonderful plants to add to your new home!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SK8n2iel-CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pqdVtfaLFbU/s1600-h/100_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SK8n2iel-CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pqdVtfaLFbU/s320/100_1331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237448709576718370" 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/6594396091066258600-264522905132792982?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/264522905132792982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=264522905132792982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/264522905132792982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/264522905132792982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/08/house-plants.html' title='House Plants'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SK8n2iel-CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pqdVtfaLFbU/s72-c/100_1331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-8026397066807959560</id><published>2008-08-21T19:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:58:02.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of School!!</title><content type='html'>Isaac and Brendan started school last week.  Isaac is in 1st grade and Brendan is in Kindergarten.  They both love it and I have to admit that I love it too.  I took both of them on their first day and they were a little mad that they didn't ride the bus that day.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SK4OKNSUNVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SNOeTez0o6U/s1600-h/1st+day+of+school+2008+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SK4OKNSUNVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SNOeTez0o6U/s320/1st+day+of+school+2008+-+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237138985206429010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried after I dropped off Isaac and still don't know why.  Maybe it is because he is not suppose to be that big yet.  I can't believe I have a first grader. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SK4OKM1iJyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UjiqisyIQUM/s1600-h/1st+day+of+school+2008+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SK4OKM1iJyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UjiqisyIQUM/s320/1st+day+of+school+2008+-+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237138985085708066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked that Brendan was like "see you later mom" that I didn't even think of crying.  I was expecting him to cry and hang on to my leg while the teacher tried to pry him off so I could leave, but nothing, I hardly got a goodbye mom.  I am glad he likes it so much and is doing so well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-8026397066807959560?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/8026397066807959560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=8026397066807959560&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8026397066807959560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8026397066807959560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day of School!!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SK4OKNSUNVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SNOeTez0o6U/s72-c/1st+day+of+school+2008+-+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-7906966222436289283</id><published>2008-07-27T16:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:34:48.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King of Silliness</title><content type='html'>Today Brendan said.  "I am the King of Silliness and this is where I sit.  If you need anything silly come and see me."&lt;br /&gt;When Isaac came up to him, Brendan said, "I am King Silly what do you need?"&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but the way he said that made Scott and I laugh.   I needed a good giggle today.  Thanks Brendan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-7906966222436289283?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/7906966222436289283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=7906966222436289283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7906966222436289283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7906966222436289283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/07/king-of-silly.html' title='King of Silliness'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-3836441111147322039</id><published>2008-07-25T22:32:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:56:23.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe they'll be photographers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to the zoo yesterday and Isaac wanted to be in charge of the camera.  He took lots of pictures, even one of the blue sky.  There was a few times that he let Brendan have a shot.  I wanted to share some of the pictures with you because last night as Scott and I looked at them we noticed that there are a lot of good ones.  Maybe they will be photographers when they grow up.  I think I am going to let them do it more often or get them their own that they always ask for Enjoy!!                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         This is one of Brendan's pics.  The Herpetarium is one of his favorite parts of the zoo.                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqfB5aNAZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9xq_W5uuDrs/s1600-h/100_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqfB5aNAZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9xq_W5uuDrs/s320/100_1287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227165172456292754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqesZKKvpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/oRBQ1vEhLrU/s1600-h/100_1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqesZKKvpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/oRBQ1vEhLrU/s320/100_1269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227164803021848210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqejewCKII/AAAAAAAAAGE/6dPkf-x-dAc/s1600-h/100_1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqejewCKII/AAAAAAAAAGE/6dPkf-x-dAc/s320/100_1262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227164649904023682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqeaZkR5CI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CwH4RAeyPl4/s1600-h/100_1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqeaZkR5CI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CwH4RAeyPl4/s320/100_1261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227164493893723170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqeRhiz4qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DJHAORn2qO0/s1600-h/100_1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqeRhiz4qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DJHAORn2qO0/s320/100_1257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227164341416223394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac - - "I think I am going to take a picture of the sky."  Isn't it great.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqdLYP6PII/AAAAAAAAAFs/nSYuzrKEmpc/s1600-h/100_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqdLYP6PII/AAAAAAAAAFs/nSYuzrKEmpc/s320/100_1243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227163136330185858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-3836441111147322039?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/3836441111147322039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=3836441111147322039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3836441111147322039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3836441111147322039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/07/maybe-theyll-be-photographers.html' title='Maybe they&apos;ll be photographers.'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqfB5aNAZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9xq_W5uuDrs/s72-c/100_1287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2716808977854126798</id><published>2008-07-25T22:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:31:40.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little behind.</title><content type='html'>I am sorry that so much of this is out dated.  I got a little behind on my blogging, but I wanted to post a few things so you would know that we were still around.  I hope to be able to keep up on it a little better in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-2716808977854126798?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2716808977854126798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2716808977854126798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2716808977854126798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2716808977854126798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-behind.html' title='A little behind.'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-3151751183615261471</id><published>2008-07-25T22:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:29:05.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>No more diapers for us.  Cadee finally did it, she can poop in the potty.  It is so great.  I watched my friends little boy the other day, and he had a stinky diaper and even though it has only been about a week I thought "I am so glad I don't have to do this anymore."  Yeah Cadee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-3151751183615261471?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/3151751183615261471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=3151751183615261471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3151751183615261471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3151751183615261471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/07/she-did-it.html' title='She did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-8284164299013754512</id><published>2008-07-25T21:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:20:14.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th of July</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful 4th of July this year.  Here in Memphis there are about 5 million different places to see fireworks.  We decided to go out to Navy Lake in Millington.  The fun goes from 5 to ? with free kids rides and a concert.  The kids had a blast.  The boys had a great time on the inflatable rock wall.  Brendan got stuck and the guy had to pull him up the wall, he didn't have a clue it was so cute.   Cadee had a great time riding on all of the kiddie rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqRYy6BEDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aAZF1Wh048M/s1600-h/100_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqRYy6BEDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aAZF1Wh048M/s400/100_1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227150172684881970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqSdyh_d5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/4mKyVU6oZA0/s1600-h/100_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqSdyh_d5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/4mKyVU6oZA0/s400/100_1202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227151357995087762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqTIF3x_hI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CifurJIaytQ/s1600-h/100_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqTIF3x_hI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CifurJIaytQ/s400/100_1188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227152084741258770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The fireworks were amazing.  We had never seen any like them in Idaho., so we recorded them for everyone back home to see.  I know they won't be as good as they were live but that is ok.  I did feel bad that Brendan wasn't a big fan.  He huddled up next to Scott the whole time.  I think he would have left if he could.  Kind of ironic that the one that will always have fireworks around his birthday doesn't like them much.  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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=feb25e97dbf9b28e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/8284164299013754512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=8284164299013754512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8284164299013754512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8284164299013754512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='The 4th of July'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqRYy6BEDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aAZF1Wh048M/s72-c/100_1196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-3186111854065324534</id><published>2008-07-25T21:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:42:04.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brendan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqOcW_ZuYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XI35Sbi9EBo/s1600-h/100_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqOcW_ZuYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XI35Sbi9EBo/s400/100_1179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227146935375870338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been a great 5 years!!  We love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-3186111854065324534?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/3186111854065324534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=3186111854065324534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3186111854065324534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/3186111854065324534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-brendan.html' title='Happy Birthday Brendan!!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/SIqOcW_ZuYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XI35Sbi9EBo/s72-c/100_1179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2766803980256465096</id><published>2008-07-18T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:12:09.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>I thought this would be fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the directions: 1. As you comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember! 2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-2766803980256465096?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2766803980256465096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2766803980256465096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2766803980256465096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2766803980256465096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/07/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2713508794874714685</id><published>2008-05-15T10:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:33:02.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birds</title><content type='html'>The birds around here drive me nuts.  At first they had large nests in our attic.  Scott fixed all of the screens and filled in all the holes he could find with expandable foam.  We think they are no longer frequenting our attic but I still have my suspicions.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am telling you this because all day yesterday I kept hearing scratching on metal and couldn't figure out what my kids were doing.  I was also too enthralled in Twilight to go and look.&lt;br /&gt;After Scott got home I was once again inside reading my book while he was playing outside with the kids.  As I sat there I heard a scratching sound coming from the fireplace.  I went and told Scott there is something in the fireplace, he promptly got the ladder and climbed up to see if he could see down it to see what it was.  No such luck since we didn't have a flashlight powerful enough to see that far down.  So he came in closed the wire front, reached in and opened the flue (?).  Down came leaves and soot along with scratching and flapping.  We locked the kids in the rooms and then debated bat or bird.  Scott went back on the roof to try to see again but not before blocking the fireplace off.  I did not want to be in here alone if it came out while he was up there.  We opened all the doors and I went in the bathroom while he opened the wires and let the bird fly out.  Luckily he went right out the door but I must admit I was afraid it was going to be flying around my house all day.  Needless to say I am so sick of the birds, but at least it wasn't a bat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-2713508794874714685?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2713508794874714685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2713508794874714685&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2713508794874714685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2713508794874714685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/05/birds.html' title='The Birds'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2947061761511942773</id><published>2008-05-05T15:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:01:46.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged a long time ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;B: Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;C: At the end of the post, the player then tags 3 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was I doing 10 years ago... I was a junior at  Mtn. Home High School.  Not much to say it was high school and I wouldn't want to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;2. What is on my to-do list for today?  Everything and nothing at all.  I should be cleaning my bathrooms and my whole house for that matter, but I keep finding myself sitting here avoiding what I should be doing.  A shower would be nice too.&lt;br /&gt;3. What would I do if I suddenly became a billionaire? I would hire a maid to do all of the cleaning I was just complaining about.  I would pay off our house and pay for Scott's schooling.  No more living off student loans for us.  I would get a new car and one for Scott too.  I would also save and try to give back to others.  I would pay my dad the $80 I owe him for my prom dress. &lt;br /&gt;4. 3 Bad habits... procrastination obviously, lack of confidence, and and I don't know I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what else:)&lt;br /&gt;5. Places I have lived..... Mtn. Home, Pocatello, Nampa, and Boise, ID and now we reside in Millington, TN (Memphis)&lt;br /&gt;6. Places I have worked... I had a paper route (not a good idea for people that don't do mornings:), courtesy clerk (fancy name for bagger) at Albertsons, hostess and waitress at Perkins, Wendy's for a brief semester or so in college, and last but not least a daycare.  Now I am a mother and would never work in a daycare again. I would prefer something with more solitude.  I am starting to sell the Angel Company (stamping and scrapbooking).&lt;br /&gt;7. Things people don't know about me....I don't like my cake and ice cream to touch.  Warm fruit makes me nauseous .  I am not a fan of chocolate.  I put more in another post  before this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag Cynthia, Cheri, and Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post-author"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-2947061761511942773?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2947061761511942773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2947061761511942773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2947061761511942773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2947061761511942773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-tagged-long-time-ago.html' title='I was tagged a long time ago.'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-221379364331393910</id><published>2008-05-05T11:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:02:56.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Minute</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of things I am happy about lately and wanted to share with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;1.  We made it through Scott's first year of school.  He did really well and is loving it.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am getting a Circuit Expression for Mother's Day.  Yes I am spoiled but I deserve it after            this year.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Isaac taught himself how to ride his bike.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Brendan got a new bike and can actually ride a bike with training wheels.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I went to an all day crop on National Scrapbook Day and got lots of cool free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Scott is off for the summer and we get to go home for 2+ weeks.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I lost 9lbs in the last 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;8.  We planted grass in the front yard and it is filling in nicely.  Hopefully it will work in the back        yard too.&lt;br /&gt;9.  In March Scott's brother David helped us install a ceiling fan and light in the living room.  It          helps a lot to have it.  Thanks David!&lt;br /&gt;10.  I did a page contest at my crop and won.  I entered another at the scrapbook store and will&lt;br /&gt;      post when I know how I did.  I think I am getting better.&lt;br /&gt;That is all I can think of for now but will try to be better at posting my Happy Minutes.  I know how much some of you like them:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-221379364331393910?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/221379364331393910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=221379364331393910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/221379364331393910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/221379364331393910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-minute.html' title='Happy Minute'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-6092367002701965223</id><published>2008-04-06T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:02:24.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Facts About Myself</title><content type='html'>1.  I'm really only 5'9".&lt;br /&gt;2.  Warm fruit makes me nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I really like cookies and milk.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I have been to or driven through 22 states and Niagra Falls, Canada.&lt;br /&gt;6.  When it comes to getting glasses I like plastic frames best.&lt;br /&gt;7.  My shoe size is 7 1/2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-6092367002701965223?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/6092367002701965223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=6092367002701965223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6092367002701965223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6092367002701965223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/04/7-facts-about-myself.html' title='7 Facts About Myself'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-7894161638098297387</id><published>2008-04-06T19:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:46:19.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain Go Away . . . . Here Comes the Sun . . . Rain, Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>It has rained here for what seems like 40 days and 40 nights, ok maybe only 10 days and 10 nights. But when it rains that much what is 30 days?&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 days the rain has stopped but Cadee has been sick and not allowed to go outside.  Today her fever was low and the weather was nice so she was able to stand outside on the patio.  Suddenly she came running in and said "Daddy look the sun."  Then she went back out and came in again, "Mommy look the sun."  It was so awesome. &lt;br /&gt;Isn't the sun a wonderful thing.  We even get to see it one more day before the rain comes back.  Too bad Cadee is still sick, but who knows maybe she WILL be able to see the sun again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-7894161638098297387?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/7894161638098297387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=7894161638098297387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7894161638098297387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7894161638098297387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-rain-go-away-here-comes-sun-rain.html' title='Rain, Rain Go Away . . . . Here Comes the Sun . . . Rain, Rain Go Away'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2641683996881501726</id><published>2008-02-28T22:15:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:33:14.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The results are in . . . . . . . . . .What happened to Isaac's 1st loose tooth?</title><content type='html'>Isaac's tooth finally got loose enough to try shooting out with his bow and arrow.  We tried to catch it on tape.  (Sorry about my poor videoing skills) The first 2 times the string flew off his tooth with the arrow.  The third time the string stayed on the tooth and broke the arrow.  I think we should have waited longer to try it out or bought a bow and arrow that wasn't from the dollar store.  By the third time he almost didn't want to do it and kept saying "I told you it wouldn't work."  Even though the whole thing was his idea.  When the string stayed on his tooth and broke the arrow we couldn't get the string off his tooth and almost had to pull it out.  He was saying that he couldn't go to school with a big string hanging out of his mouth.  It was so funny.  Scott finally managed to get it off with a dental pick that he got under the string and worked the string off of his tooth.  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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e17ef76a9539e98&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2641683996881501726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2641683996881501726&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2641683996881501726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2641683996881501726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/02/results-are-in-what-happened-to-isaacs.html' title='The results are in . . . . . . . . . .What happened to Isaac&apos;s 1st loose tooth?'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-7873609442116700906</id><published>2008-01-31T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:07:59.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbook Pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6Hw9XlOQrI/AAAAAAAAADw/al6UsuSD2fQ/s1600-h/scrap+page+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6Hw9XlOQrI/AAAAAAAAADw/al6UsuSD2fQ/s400/scrap+page+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161671585036124850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the kids playing in the sand at Bear Lake last summer.  They played all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6Hw3XlOQqI/AAAAAAAAADo/w78Hn65lA20/s1600-h/scrap+page+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6Hw3XlOQqI/AAAAAAAAADo/w78Hn65lA20/s400/scrap+page+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161671481956909730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6Hww3lOQpI/AAAAAAAAADg/8Y87aRQZHcU/s1600-h/scrap+page+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6Hww3lOQpI/AAAAAAAAADg/8Y87aRQZHcU/s400/scrap+page+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161671370287760018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6HwqHlOQoI/AAAAAAAAADY/t75hcGVo_7k/s1600-h/scrap+page+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6HwqHlOQoI/AAAAAAAAADY/t75hcGVo_7k/s400/scrap+page+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161671254323643010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved these pictures of Cadee at Bear Lake.  I have been blessed with such a beautiful little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6HwTXlOQmI/AAAAAAAAADI/ngI_LH6qpSw/s1600-h/scrap+page+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6HwTXlOQmI/AAAAAAAAADI/ngI_LH6qpSw/s400/scrap+page+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161670863481619042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorite pages.  My friend Amy gave me the idea of hinges and I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6HwNXlOQlI/AAAAAAAAADA/IKuHc5IyoUk/s1600-h/scrap+page+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6HwNXlOQlI/AAAAAAAAADA/IKuHc5IyoUk/s400/scrap+page+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161670760402403922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the outside the kids and on the inside. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6HwF3lOQkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_-99BPw_HJQ/s1600-h/scrap+page+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6HwF3lOQkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_-99BPw_HJQ/s400/scrap+page+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161670631553385026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all the animals we saw at the zoo that day!!&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/6594396091066258600-7873609442116700906?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/7873609442116700906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=7873609442116700906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7873609442116700906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7873609442116700906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/01/scrapbook-pages.html' title='Scrapbook Pages'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6Hw9XlOQrI/AAAAAAAAADw/al6UsuSD2fQ/s72-c/scrap+page+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-2390231303824808349</id><published>2008-01-31T09:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:43:41.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PURPLE HAPPY!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6HsEHlOQgI/AAAAAAAAACY/F9PKmfb5LW0/s1600-h/purple+happy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6HsEHlOQgI/AAAAAAAAACY/F9PKmfb5LW0/s200/purple+happy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161666203442102786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6Hr-nlOQfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mbpRjm0om2s/s1600-h/purple+happy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6Hr-nlOQfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mbpRjm0om2s/s200/purple+happy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161666108952822258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;This is my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PURPLE HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;.  I got the name for it from my friend Ruth.  She had one and told Scott I wanted one for Christmas.  When I got it all filled up I told Scott it really does make you &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;.  I love having a place to keep all of my little things for scrapbooking where they can't get dumped all over my bag.  This is very cool because all of the slots lock so they only open when you hold down a button.  I love my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PURPLE HAPPY:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6HmjnlOQaI/AAAAAAAAABo/HcPUe6VFby8/s1600-h/purple+happy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-2390231303824808349?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/2390231303824808349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=2390231303824808349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2390231303824808349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/2390231303824808349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-purple-happy.html' title='MY PURPLE HAPPY!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R6HsEHlOQgI/AAAAAAAAACY/F9PKmfb5LW0/s72-c/purple+happy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-4567448578848788603</id><published>2008-01-28T11:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:43:54.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brendan's Hand Washing Policy</title><content type='html'>The other day I took the kids to the dentist.  You may be asking yourself what does that have to to with Brendan and his hands.  Well while we were at the dentist Brendan needed to use the rest room.  I went and found it with him and waited for him to finish.  When he came out I could see the toilet with the seat up of course and did he flush?. . . . no.  I told him to go flush and put the seat down.  Then he came back out and I asked the hand washing question.  I bet you can guess the answer, once again No.  I told him to go wash his hands.  He went in, told me to wait and closed the door enough that I couldn't see him.  The next thing I heard was him rubbing his hands together making a swishing sound so that I would think he washed his hands.  I asked him again when he came out if he washed his hands and he said yes!!  I got him to fess up and he told me it hurt his cut on his finger. . . . . . . so I made him put on hand sanitizer.  I think he should change his policy because hand sanitizer hurts a lot more than regular washing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-4567448578848788603?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/4567448578848788603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=4567448578848788603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4567448578848788603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/4567448578848788603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/01/brendans-hand-washing-policy.html' title='Brendan&apos;s Hand Washing Policy'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-8521418383713612181</id><published>2008-01-28T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:56:45.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st Loose Tooth</title><content type='html'>Isaac has a loose tooth.  He is so excited about it.  He walks around all day wiggling it and when he forgets which one it is he comes and asks me to show him then promptly begins wiggling it again.  He has a wonderful idea about how to pull it out.  The other day he told me we need to go and buy a bow and arrow.  I asked why and this was his response. &lt;br /&gt;"I need to get a string and tie it to my tooth and the arrow then shoot it and my tooth will fly out.  Then I can get something from the Tooth Fairy."&lt;br /&gt;So that is Isaac's bright idea.  If anyone else has one please feel free to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-8521418383713612181?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/8521418383713612181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=8521418383713612181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8521418383713612181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/8521418383713612181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-loose-tooth.html' title='The 1st Loose Tooth'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-7723581029356140587</id><published>2007-12-25T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:34:09.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The mystery of the missing link.</title><content type='html'>Our kids made a countdown to Christmas chain this year and had a lot of fun with it.  Isaac also made his own personal chain at school.  Every night he would take off the link and put it on the ledge between the living room and dining room behind the love seat.  I watched him for days and as I threw it away every night I wondered why he always put it there. &lt;br /&gt;One night he said "Mom do you know why I always put it right there?" &lt;br /&gt; "NO, why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because every morning when I wake up it disappears and I wonder where it goes."&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny that there was a method to his madness and to this day I don't think he ever solved the mystery.  Aren't kids great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-7723581029356140587?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/7723581029356140587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=7723581029356140587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7723581029356140587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7723581029356140587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2007/12/mystery-of-missing-link.html' title='The mystery of the missing link.'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-1608749208638822616</id><published>2007-12-25T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:25:29.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is our HOUSE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3HG8a549gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ECnklrN2vXc/s1600-h/Dining+room+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3HG8a549gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ECnklrN2vXc/s400/Dining+room+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148114590377768450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well this is our new house.  We love it and it has been great for our kids to have their own place.  These are some pictures of our dining room, living room, and kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not this part of the house is more often than not this clean.  Mostly because I am so paranoid about the bugs here.  I am so afraid that if my house is dirty that I will get cockroaches or monster spiders hiding out in our stuff. &lt;br /&gt;We hope that you now have a good idea of what our house is like because most won't see it and we wanted to share our home with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3HG8a549hI/AAAAAAAAABE/TBNHlsGtKio/s1600-h/Kitchen+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3HG8a549hI/AAAAAAAAABE/TBNHlsGtKio/s400/Kitchen+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148114590377768466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3HG8q549iI/AAAAAAAAABM/OBKFveU3VQI/s1600-h/Living+room+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3HG8q549iI/AAAAAAAAABM/OBKFveU3VQI/s400/Living+room+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148114594672735778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3HG8q549jI/AAAAAAAAABU/3VSPzhI-wUA/s1600-h/Living+room+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3HG8q549jI/AAAAAAAAABU/3VSPzhI-wUA/s400/Living+room+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148114594672735794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3HG8q549kI/AAAAAAAAABc/Hyhf8fLTp5g/s1600-h/Living+room+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3HG8q549kI/AAAAAAAAABc/Hyhf8fLTp5g/s400/Living+room+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148114594672735810" 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/6594396091066258600-1608749208638822616?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/1608749208638822616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=1608749208638822616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1608749208638822616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1608749208638822616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-our-house.html' title='This is our HOUSE!!'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3HG8a549gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ECnklrN2vXc/s72-c/Dining+room+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-6325496217775225806</id><published>2007-12-25T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:40:41.236-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more cool zoo stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3G-KK549fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jnD7CrQDpEk/s1600-h/memphis+zoo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3G-KK549fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jnD7CrQDpEk/s400/memphis+zoo+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148104930996319730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at the zoo a few weeks ago we found this giant catfish in the aquarium.  This beast is at least twice the size of bubba in the Cabela's aquarium in Boise.  He weighed in at a whopping 45 pounds.  If you look real close you can see the tail of a very unfortunate fish in his mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-6325496217775225806?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/6325496217775225806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=6325496217775225806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6325496217775225806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6325496217775225806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-we-were-at-zoo-few-weeks-ago-we.html' title=''/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/R3G-KK549fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jnD7CrQDpEk/s72-c/memphis+zoo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-7213291380086595122</id><published>2007-12-18T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:48:06.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf9c33dc46c5f901" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf9c33dc46c5f901%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330182050%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F30D288D14CED738DBF915E9D97C512F73D10A6.4200D4CE85760F654F1D110EE097D53648B662C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf9c33dc46c5f901%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqN3M9cktyc3uArL48fSq2gF3irg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf9c33dc46c5f901%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330182050%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F30D288D14CED738DBF915E9D97C512F73D10A6.4200D4CE85760F654F1D110EE097D53648B662C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf9c33dc46c5f901%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqN3M9cktyc3uArL48fSq2gF3irg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;We just love the monkeys at the zoo here in Memphis.  The day we went the monkeys were going bananas and were telling everyone about it.  We watched them swing around and make their funny sound for about 20 minutes.  You could hear them all over the zoo.  We love the zoo here so much we are going to get a year pass.  Thanks to all who donated to the cause we hope you can come and visit sometime.  We will take you to the zoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-7213291380086595122?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cf9c33dc46c5f901&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/7213291380086595122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=7213291380086595122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7213291380086595122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/7213291380086595122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2007/12/funny-monkeys.html' title='Funny Monkeys'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-6974192314870277763</id><published>2007-10-07T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:37:47.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/RwkJs7HxfmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7O3EMlQsSh0/s1600-h/test+pics+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118633118872469090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/RwkJs7HxfmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7O3EMlQsSh0/s320/test+pics+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is over a year old, but we still only have 3 kids so it is not terribly outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/RwkJtrHxfnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vOy8GGnpbBs/s1600-h/test+pics+045.jpg"&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/6594396091066258600-6974192314870277763?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/6974192314870277763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=6974192314870277763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6974192314870277763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/6974192314870277763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='This is us'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inRSyy50X64/RwkJs7HxfmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7O3EMlQsSh0/s72-c/test+pics+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594396091066258600.post-1954484207252296600</id><published>2007-10-07T10:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:37:16.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro.</title><content type='html'>We decided to start a blog because we wanted to keep in touch with our family and friends and this seems like one of the easiest ways.  We have a ton of pictures to share of our kids and our new "world" as Brendan says, and this is easier than trying to email 15 pictures at a time.  We don't have the slightest idea what we are doing in the blogger world so bear with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594396091066258600-1954484207252296600?l=theg-5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/feeds/1954484207252296600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594396091066258600&amp;postID=1954484207252296600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1954484207252296600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594396091066258600/posts/default/1954484207252296600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theg-5.blogspot.com/2007/10/intro.html' title='Intro.'/><author><name>The G-5+2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262822538704954943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsK8ZjgjEE/TjhE1RwKzgI/AAAAAAAAATA/5PbfxsZ5B5Y/s220/828308051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
