<?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-6527181440544727870</id><updated>2012-01-28T20:31:55.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Peachy-Keen</title><subtitle type='html'>Tim, Kassi, Kylan, Mya &amp;amp; Emmit</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-675529173544149385</id><published>2012-01-26T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:30:00.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While I was showering this morning Kylan did a photo shoot with his brother and sister. Here are a few of the good ones! I thought they were pretty funny! I have about 30 of the back of Mya, the TV and the playroom to erase though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LD4qSzzmA5I/TyHuPbBjm5I/AAAAAAAADoo/vJCSEefJ_-Q/s1600/IMG_0218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LD4qSzzmA5I/TyHuPbBjm5I/AAAAAAAADoo/vJCSEefJ_-Q/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_AKYAdKxqI/TyHuSnScC4I/AAAAAAAADow/CD64Ux43zPo/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_AKYAdKxqI/TyHuSnScC4I/AAAAAAAADow/CD64Ux43zPo/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJxiALrUfd4/TyHuUNtXfTI/AAAAAAAADo4/oXZB5-LizyU/s1600/IMG_0232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJxiALrUfd4/TyHuUNtXfTI/AAAAAAAADo4/oXZB5-LizyU/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, jumping on the couch while mom isn't around. Lovely! And you can see how Mya prefers to be most of the time - in just her undies! Oh well, at least I didn't come out to the them playing outside with Mya not dressed in the middle of winter (it has happened before, so I wouldn't put it pass them)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I had another appointment today for an official early ultra sound to confirm my dates and then to go over the test results I had done a couple weeks ago. Tim came with me and it was so fun to see how much bigger the baby is even from just 2 weeks ago (even though he/she is still only 5cm) and to see just how active this little one is! The baby was kicking and moving it's arms and flipping around the whole time! We could even see the little ones profile (mouth, nose and eyes) and it's little toes and spine and rib cage! I have a feeling this one will be keeping me up a lot once I can start feeling all that movement! The ultrasound gave me a due date of Aug 8th which is Emmit and my dad's birthday, but since it's just a few days sooner than my original, we are sticking with Aug 11th. Only 8 more weeks and we will find out if "it" is a girl or boy! I'm just excited for the tiredness, not-wanting-to-do-anything to leave now that I'm starting the 2nd trimester! Oh and the gagging everytime I cough to be done (and since I have a cold that is often the last couple days). I think Tim is ready for all of that to be over as well!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-675529173544149385?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/675529173544149385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=675529173544149385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/675529173544149385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/675529173544149385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2012/01/12-weeks.html' title='12 weeks'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LD4qSzzmA5I/TyHuPbBjm5I/AAAAAAAADoo/vJCSEefJ_-Q/s72-c/IMG_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-3640179171692053440</id><published>2012-01-26T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:20:27.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday Mya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our Mya Rae turned 3 on Tuesday and I can't even believe she is that old!!! Where did the last 3 years even go??? She was pretty fun this year because she is old enough now to know what her birthday is! I had asked her a few days before what she wanted and she said pink and purple cupcakes and strawberry ice-cream, so we had cupcakes with pink and purple frosting and strawberry swirl ice-cream. I also took her the day before while Ky was at preschool to walmart and let her pick out plates, cups and napkins (of course she picked all Tangled themed, she loves Repunzel). The day of she was so excited all day and kept dancing around the house saying "I the birthday girl, the birthday girl . . . "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uy15vxCeKuk/TyHrpPozPkI/AAAAAAAADoI/446u5HUlleY/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uy15vxCeKuk/TyHrpPozPkI/AAAAAAAADoI/446u5HUlleY/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When she saw her cupcakes all done and presents all wrapped she kept telling me this was her best birthday ever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BudrkBf80PQ/TyHrqoo335I/AAAAAAAADoQ/AKFcHJnq1Ag/s1600/IMG_0214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BudrkBf80PQ/TyHrqoo335I/AAAAAAAADoQ/AKFcHJnq1Ag/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was while we were singing happy birthday and about the time I realized I had forgotten to light the candle . . . oops! I quickly dashed to the matches and got it lit right after we finished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQRJxjxZSj0/TyHrr5cFngI/AAAAAAAADoY/dwaxc-uiGWE/s1600/IMG_0216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQRJxjxZSj0/TyHrr5cFngI/AAAAAAAADoY/dwaxc-uiGWE/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And finally opening her presents. After each one she would ask if she could open another one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZmhxtbxotc/TyHrtY7RHEI/AAAAAAAADog/Aby4r0iDqrE/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZmhxtbxotc/TyHrtY7RHEI/AAAAAAAADog/Aby4r0iDqrE/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are so blessed to have Mya in our family. She is such a funny girl! She tells the best stories because she has the best facial expressions while she tells them, she loves everything pink and girlly and princess, but she also loves to play in the mud and get dirty and go hunting. She is a great friend to her big brother (he thinks Emmit needs a little sister just like Mya to play with, so she must be really fun to play with) and she is growing up more and more everyday! We love you My-my girl! Happy third birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-3640179171692053440?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3640179171692053440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=3640179171692053440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3640179171692053440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3640179171692053440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-3rd-birthday-mya.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday Mya'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uy15vxCeKuk/TyHrpPozPkI/AAAAAAAADoI/446u5HUlleY/s72-c/IMG_0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-2212832392809729141</id><published>2012-01-26T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:10:12.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonic Drinks and Tables</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been a little behind on my blogging. This pregnancy is making me a lot more tired than I remember being with the other three and it's driving me crazy! I'm about 12 weeks though so I'm hoping to get that burst of energy you get during the second trimester really soon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now onto the photos . . . a few weeks ago I was afraid my dishwasher had completely died. It had gone from not washing too well to not washing at all. Luckily I have my Uncle Derild who is very good at fixing just about everything. He came and fixed it - it was all clogged with hard water stuff - and he also brought Sonic drinks for all of us (isn't he the best?)! Well, it dawned on me that this was the first time Emmit had had a Sonic drink all to himself, and he was pretty excited! So thank you Uncle Derild for bringing Emmit his first Sonic Drink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEN-F14FxMQ/TyHpZgFxWzI/AAAAAAAADn4/3jaT1aB-1zw/s1600/IMG_0210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEN-F14FxMQ/TyHpZgFxWzI/AAAAAAAADn4/3jaT1aB-1zw/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For Christmas this year my Grandma Adams got the kids a little table just their size. The original one we ordered was a little tikes picnic table and when we went to put it together Christmas Day we found it was broken, then when I returned it I couldn't exchange it for a new one at the same time because it was priced specially for Christmas, so I ordered this one to replace it (my sister-in-law has this same one and since it's metal I knew it wouldn't arrive broken). Well the kids are loving it! It is permanantly up in our dining room and they eat just about every meal at it! Even Emmit loves it! Here they are eating breakfast at it the other morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;** Notice the paper bowls and plastic spoons. That is how lazy I have been lately. We use mostly throw away stuff lately because then dishes are one less thing I have to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzpCm-CiMTs/TyHpbDJ-EII/AAAAAAAADoA/hKljjAt--yM/s1600/IMG_0211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzpCm-CiMTs/TyHpbDJ-EII/AAAAAAAADoA/hKljjAt--yM/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" width="320" /&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/6527181440544727870-2212832392809729141?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2212832392809729141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=2212832392809729141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2212832392809729141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2212832392809729141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2012/01/sonic-drinks-and-tables.html' title='Sonic Drinks and Tables'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEN-F14FxMQ/TyHpZgFxWzI/AAAAAAAADn4/3jaT1aB-1zw/s72-c/IMG_0210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-2611863907224565116</id><published>2012-01-12T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:10:52.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQm4kYB5hEE/Tw-DDV4nTsI/AAAAAAAADns/gvASPFQkenM/s1600/scan0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQm4kYB5hEE/Tw-DDV4nTsI/AAAAAAAADns/gvASPFQkenM/s320/scan0001.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first picture of our new little one! Even though this is baby #4 it is still just as exciting as it was with Kylan to get our first glimpse at our new baby! I have a new doctor with this baby because my old doctor has retired from delivering babies. I'm happy for him, but was a little sad for me! However I am loving my new doctor. She is young, recently had a baby of her own and told me today at my first appointment that she likes to take a look at the baby on ultrasound every appointment purely for entertainment because she loved looking at her baby all the time while she was pregnant! I am so excited about this! Now there is something more to look forward to rather than just finding out how much weight I've gained, having my blood pressure taken and "leaving a sample." I have an "official" ultrasound scheduled in two weeks so it will be fun to see just how much this little one grows in that short amount of time. I know the pictures aren't too exciting, but in real life you could actually see it's arms and legs moving around! I'm in love already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-2611863907224565116?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2611863907224565116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=2611863907224565116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2611863907224565116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2611863907224565116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2012/01/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQm4kYB5hEE/Tw-DDV4nTsI/AAAAAAAADns/gvASPFQkenM/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-4521169267217463040</id><published>2011-12-31T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:51:02.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby #4</title><content type='html'>Feel free to skip over this post, I am doing it for my journal keeping purposes. It all started on the Sunday after Thanksgiving. I didn't feel good all morning while I was trying to get ready for church and I told Tim that when he got home from doing chores. He asked if I had the stomach flu and I said no, I was pretty sure it was morning sickness, however it was really too early to take a test. We were both super excited though! Well that continued the rest of the day, so the next morning I did take a test and it was just barely positive. I wasn't sick everyday at first, but after about a week and a half it was everyday. We wanted to surprise everyone for Christmas, so we tried to keep it to ourselves as much as we could but I think most people had figured it out by the time Christmas came around because it's hard to act normal when you feel like you have the flu all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone always asks if the morning sickness is worse or the same with each pregnancy and I honestly can't tell/remember. It seems worse with each one, but that could also be that with each one I have one more child to chase after so I can't take it easy as much as I would like to. I was waiting until after the new year to go into the doctor (I'm being cheap, I want it all on one deductable), so hopefully in the next week or so I will have some medicine and will be able to keep up with things a little more! Right now I have no cravings really, but there are only a few things that after eating them once I feel like eating again: life cereal, pretzels, sandwiches (with pickles), milk, water, and eggs, toast and bacon (I know, weird). Everything else it seems like sounds good once and then I can't even stomach the idea of eating it again. Oh well, only 8 more weeks of this (at the most hopefully) and then I will be fighting not to eat everything in sight! And I am hoarding some of my favorite Christmas goodies (Tim Tams and scotchmallows) until then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-4521169267217463040?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4521169267217463040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=4521169267217463040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4521169267217463040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4521169267217463040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-4.html' title='Baby #4'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-17643664678923319</id><published>2011-12-31T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:39:52.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas day was fun but crazy. We kind of woke the kids up so that Tim could see them open presents before he had to go to work. I have a ton of video of this, but no pictures. While he was at work I got everyone bathed and back in their jammies so we could go down to grandpa and grandma Sorensen's for a little bit before church. We let Kylan and Mya tell everyone that I was pregnant. They liked being the ones that got to share the surprise with everyone! I did snap a couple pics before church:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za_toN2KF3Y/Tv81VwQigGI/AAAAAAAADm4/mnwoxG9hgfM/s1600/IMG_0180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za_toN2KF3Y/Tv81VwQigGI/AAAAAAAADm4/mnwoxG9hgfM/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's Mya with her Repunzle doll and matching dress on. For some reason she won't smile for pics lately, but I promise she was happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7seHjlvjwEs/Tv81XnHWFNI/AAAAAAAADnA/pX8mrHui6LY/s1600/IMG_0181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7seHjlvjwEs/Tv81XnHWFNI/AAAAAAAADnA/pX8mrHui6LY/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's kind of a group shot. Brett and Teri also got the kids a kid sized trampoline. They absolutely love it and have been taking advantage of the warm winter weather the last few days and playing on it every chance they get. They were even out the other night after dark with Tim jumping on it! Emmit even likes to sit in it while the other kids jump. I will have to get some pics one of these days! After this we went home, got ready for church, went in and got to listen to some beautiful music and deal with some very hyper kids that had had way too much sugar and then came home, changed and went back to Tim's parents. Later in the afternoon we went over to my parents and opened more wonderful presents! Us and the kids were very spoiled this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0opypCYsH98/Tv81Y5lRjXI/AAAAAAAADnI/hoSpJLmC9U4/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0opypCYsH98/Tv81Y5lRjXI/AAAAAAAADnI/hoSpJLmC9U4/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These pics were taken the day after Christmas. Emmit loves this little chair that my parents got him. I found him like this the morning after Christmas watching a movie with Mya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OVUoBWRWWcs/Tv81aHx-gBI/AAAAAAAADnQ/1H2eUCjky0s/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OVUoBWRWWcs/Tv81aHx-gBI/AAAAAAAADnQ/1H2eUCjky0s/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mya once again not smiling with her baby cinderella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zBFi8SkWOaU/Tv81buam42I/AAAAAAAADnY/e68LVqf58zw/s1600/IMG_0184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zBFi8SkWOaU/Tv81buam42I/AAAAAAAADnY/e68LVqf58zw/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylan with his machine gun from Uncle Kent and Aunt Stacey and his cross bow from Grandpa and Grandma Schank. He has a target up on the wall and spent hours on Christmas day at my parents house and then countless hours since at home practicing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PcuUmSIY_Vs/Tv85ruvXuhI/AAAAAAAADnk/ccZ5j2dT4hs/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PcuUmSIY_Vs/Tv85ruvXuhI/AAAAAAAADnk/ccZ5j2dT4hs/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this was my favorite present for Christmas - a pair of diamond hoop earrings from Tim! I was so excited! He actually hung them on the Christmas Tree Christmas Eve during the party and then couldn't wait until Christmas to point them out to me. I think this was the first time I have taken them off since that night to take a picture. I actually haven't worn earrings for close to a year because I have very sensitive ears that used to allow me to wear gold and sterling silver, but even sterling silver has been bothering them and I didn't have any gold ones! We usually don't really get anything for each other, but this year we did and it was a lot of fun! We were very blessed and spoiled this year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-17643664678923319?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/17643664678923319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=17643664678923319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/17643664678923319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/17643664678923319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za_toN2KF3Y/Tv81VwQigGI/AAAAAAAADm4/mnwoxG9hgfM/s72-c/IMG_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-946670013232973940</id><published>2011-12-31T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:15:30.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had the Schank Christmas Eve party at our house this year. It was a lot of fun to be able to have this tradition of mine at my own home and it was a lot of fun for Tim as well because our house is where he always had Christmas Eve growing up! Here's kind of a group shot after dinner. I was terrible about taking pics this Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JMXg1S0StE/Tv8z20263VI/AAAAAAAADmc/HY1doqavvjk/s1600/IMG_0175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JMXg1S0StE/Tv8z20263VI/AAAAAAAADmc/HY1doqavvjk/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FuisK-wgL70/Tv8z4P7S8xI/AAAAAAAADmk/seq0ra4RaFc/s1600/IMG_0177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FuisK-wgL70/Tv8z4P7S8xI/AAAAAAAADmk/seq0ra4RaFc/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tim and Emmit hanging out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr9oN5BSaKI/Tv8z5zicytI/AAAAAAAADms/llbWH04oMuk/s1600/IMG_0178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr9oN5BSaKI/Tv8z5zicytI/AAAAAAAADms/llbWH04oMuk/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carmen led us in some songs, and then had Craig, Ernie and my dad sing a Christmas song. We then went around and told some of our favorite Christmas memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a very fun night! After everyone left we went down to Tim's parent's house really fast to reinact the nativity scene with his family. The kids did so good and very forgetful me forgot my regular and video camera. Oh well, there's always next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-946670013232973940?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/946670013232973940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=946670013232973940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/946670013232973940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/946670013232973940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JMXg1S0StE/Tv8z20263VI/AAAAAAAADmc/HY1doqavvjk/s72-c/IMG_0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-1536663585032892313</id><published>2011-12-31T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:09:04.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm doing some back tracking and trying to get all of Christmas blogged before the new year, so here goes! We decorated candy houses this year (Sorensen tradition) and as usual it was &amp;nbsp;a ton of fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-beDkWxl__h8/Tv8xt_HDXjI/AAAAAAAADlo/7ZLzATw-kFk/s1600/IMG_0165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-beDkWxl__h8/Tv8xt_HDXjI/AAAAAAAADlo/7ZLzATw-kFk/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thought I'd start with a cute picture of Emmit. He was still too little to actually decorate, but he had a ton of fun eating every skittle he could get his hands on (which I think was even more than I know).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1itBCmf3V0/Tv8xvPsmU0I/AAAAAAAADlw/uciBH0xj8Kg/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1itBCmf3V0/Tv8xvPsmU0I/AAAAAAAADlw/uciBH0xj8Kg/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tim and Tonya frosting their houses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgzgIdzTS2A/Tv8xwv5bTNI/AAAAAAAADl4/J6SPqZJ5oqY/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgzgIdzTS2A/Tv8xwv5bTNI/AAAAAAAADl4/J6SPqZJ5oqY/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyone at the big table. Mya and Kylan each had their own houses this year. They loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPZQe-kYhVM/Tv8xx3d6qqI/AAAAAAAADmA/sA7e9QJvsHY/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPZQe-kYhVM/Tv8xx3d6qqI/AAAAAAAADmA/sA7e9QJvsHY/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uUCmagbkxwI/Tv8xzMx5iuI/AAAAAAAADmI/wjJu-1Z175o/s1600/IMG_0171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uUCmagbkxwI/Tv8xzMx5iuI/AAAAAAAADmI/wjJu-1Z175o/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Mya's finished house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iHIpM3AyIkg/Tv8x0Hs_RiI/AAAAAAAADmQ/D1Cm-cbbuJE/s1600/IMG_0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iHIpM3AyIkg/Tv8x0Hs_RiI/AAAAAAAADmQ/D1Cm-cbbuJE/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is Kylan's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elkpmnbS6yo/Tv8xj-s_JZI/AAAAAAAADlg/8PJrU5afFL8/s1600/IMG_0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elkpmnbS6yo/Tv8xj-s_JZI/AAAAAAAADlg/8PJrU5afFL8/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is Tim and mine. I was pretty proud of my house constructing abilities this year. It was supposed to be our house with a few tweeks so that it wouldn't fall apart. Ignore how terrible I look. I probably felt as sick as I look in this pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-1536663585032892313?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1536663585032892313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=1536663585032892313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1536663585032892313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1536663585032892313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/12/candy-houses.html' title='Candy Houses'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-beDkWxl__h8/Tv8xt_HDXjI/AAAAAAAADlo/7ZLzATw-kFk/s72-c/IMG_0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-1662062397538138503</id><published>2011-12-26T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T10:43:23.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QpccsmUvqrU/Tvi9KDHIrTI/AAAAAAAADlU/1LaZgTdq0bc/s1600/IMG_0179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QpccsmUvqrU/Tvi9KDHIrTI/AAAAAAAADlU/1LaZgTdq0bc/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the kids Christmas morning after opening all their presents. Happy kids! This was one of the first Christmas's in years that Tim and I were surprised right along with the kids! So here are some of the highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Tim got me diamond earrings. They are so pretty!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*The mp3 player I got for Tim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*A Kindle Fire from Tim's parents (love it)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Tim's camo sweat shirt and my new pots and pans and silverware from my parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*And we finally announced to everyone that we will be adding another bundle of joy to our family around August 11, 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone had as wonderful of a Christmas as we did. More pics to come when it settles down a little around here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-1662062397538138503?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1662062397538138503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=1662062397538138503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1662062397538138503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1662062397538138503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-surprises.html' title='Christmas Surprises'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QpccsmUvqrU/Tvi9KDHIrTI/AAAAAAAADlU/1LaZgTdq0bc/s72-c/IMG_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-5179727072127754228</id><published>2011-12-23T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:02:14.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinzie Kay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My new neice Kinzie Kay Schank was born last night in Idaho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7tcYlXMo5k/TvSlkNYC4zI/AAAAAAAADlI/OVWAMZwfNHY/s1600/403070_2916816243274_1346786514_33013883_1837444409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689354270760166194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7tcYlXMo5k/TvSlkNYC4zI/AAAAAAAADlI/OVWAMZwfNHY/s400/403070_2916816243274_1346786514_33013883_1837444409_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNFcPCcJIfg/TvSljyxgJmI/AAAAAAAADk8/H-65xcd-BfM/s1600/390094_2916691000143_1346786514_33013828_529331562_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689354263619184226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNFcPCcJIfg/TvSljyxgJmI/AAAAAAAADk8/H-65xcd-BfM/s400/390094_2916691000143_1346786514_33013828_529331562_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylan wants to drive to Idaho and see her . . . SO DO I! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats Kort and Jessie! She is perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-5179727072127754228?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5179727072127754228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=5179727072127754228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5179727072127754228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5179727072127754228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/12/kinzie-kay.html' title='Kinzie Kay'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7tcYlXMo5k/TvSlkNYC4zI/AAAAAAAADlI/OVWAMZwfNHY/s72-c/403070_2916816243274_1346786514_33013883_1837444409_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-7202772434976020769</id><published>2011-12-10T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T11:07:28.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes Santa Clause!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had our ward Christmas party last night and it was a lot of fun. Before we left Mya said she wasn't going to sit on Santa's lap, and Kylan was very concerned because then he wouldn't know what she wanted for Christmas, but when the time came she was just find sitting on his lap and telling him what she wanted for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yMBYbd3K5Fg/TuOrShN4bVI/AAAAAAAADks/_OFhy316wk8/s1600/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684575489314286930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yMBYbd3K5Fg/TuOrShN4bVI/AAAAAAAADks/_OFhy316wk8/s400/IMG_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The primary kids sang some songs and did a little nativity. It was very cute and the kids were a little confused, but that just added to the cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RqnECSB5FhU/TuOrIERZLQI/AAAAAAAADkY/7IbDshCDhTE/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684575309745696002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RqnECSB5FhU/TuOrIERZLQI/AAAAAAAADkY/7IbDshCDhTE/s400/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2XyW_3bXEU/TuOrHuGLdWI/AAAAAAAADkM/6PwFOC72umk/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684575303793079650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2XyW_3bXEU/TuOrHuGLdWI/AAAAAAAADkM/6PwFOC72umk/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe kids were SOOOO excited to see Santa that it made me excited! Here are their faces when he first walked in. It was funny because Kylan had to go to the bathroom right before he came so Tim ran him to the bathroom and the whole time Kylan was so afraid he was going to miss him, but he didn't! Even Emmit knew who Santa was. If you asked him he would point to Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWPhnr1GV2I/TuOrHaPEoHI/AAAAAAAADkA/1uJIJswL1aw/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684575298461671538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWPhnr1GV2I/TuOrHaPEoHI/AAAAAAAADkA/1uJIJswL1aw/s400/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mya was a little nervious standing in line to see Santa, so she made Kylan hold her hand the whole time. Well, Wyatt wanted in on the hand holding action. I thought this was too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wqGp8DATNs/TuOrGEEFSQI/AAAAAAAADj0/NB3kRdDob_Y/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684575275330128130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wqGp8DATNs/TuOrGEEFSQI/AAAAAAAADj0/NB3kRdDob_Y/s400/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We knew there was a no chance in you-know-what that Emmit would sit on Santa's lap, so I just held him, but even that was too close for him and he was ready to bail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PzStJjtQgTI/TuOrF5KG7gI/AAAAAAAADjo/w80L_MSF5sg/s1600/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684575272402611714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PzStJjtQgTI/TuOrF5KG7gI/AAAAAAAADjo/w80L_MSF5sg/s400/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mya said Santa was nice, just like Grandpa Adams! Kylan was just so excited he could barely contain himself afterwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-7202772434976020769?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7202772434976020769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=7202772434976020769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7202772434976020769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7202772434976020769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/12/here-comes-santa-clause.html' title='Here Comes Santa Clause!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yMBYbd3K5Fg/TuOrShN4bVI/AAAAAAAADks/_OFhy316wk8/s72-c/IMG_0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-6152338201638255004</id><published>2011-12-10T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:52:33.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first Saturday in December we went up to Carol Summit to look for Christmas Trees. This has kind of become a Sorensen Family tradition the last few years. This is only the second Tim our whole family has gone. Last year Emmit was still pretty little and Tim and I had bad colds, so grandma and grandpa came and took Kylan. There was so much snow last year that it was pretty misserable and Brett and Teri ended up with what was referred to as the "Christmas Bush" after hours of looking for the perfect tree. We also had a few sap problems - Gavin and Rayannes tree fell over covering their carpet, wood floor, tv stand and tv in sap and we had them get us a small tree that left puddles of sap on our tile floor. Needless to say, neither us or Gavin and Rayanne actually cut a tree this year, but Brett &amp;amp; Teri and Laine and Tonya found very nice trees! Teri made soup and hot chocolate and the kids played in the little bit of snow there was, looked for little pine cones and went on "hikes". It was fun, but very cold so we were only there for a couple hours. And the best thing to come of the trip is that Emmit has no qualms about wearing shoes anymore. In fact he is excited when I put them on because it means he gets to go outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRXA3eCmFqs/TuOoh9-FmAI/AAAAAAAADjQ/z8cmG3JyGbc/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684572456195823618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRXA3eCmFqs/TuOoh9-FmAI/AAAAAAAADjQ/z8cmG3JyGbc/s400/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit and dad by the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7S2mRRdwG-s/TuOogkyH9oI/AAAAAAAADjE/LlpEkqfWTR0/s1600/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684572432254891650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7S2mRRdwG-s/TuOogkyH9oI/AAAAAAAADjE/LlpEkqfWTR0/s400/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids playing in a little pile of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUDcwh2O80w/TuOogeXTOQI/AAAAAAAADi0/pp0NLTxpdbs/s1600/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684572430531770626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUDcwh2O80w/TuOogeXTOQI/AAAAAAAADi0/pp0NLTxpdbs/s400/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our attempt at a family photo Emmit was not having it at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4XMbdZACZA/TuOogM2TvMI/AAAAAAAADis/vhuWslkbWkQ/s1600/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684572425829989570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4XMbdZACZA/TuOogM2TvMI/AAAAAAAADis/vhuWslkbWkQ/s400/IMG_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684572457161625250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uNeJzfvWCNk/TuOoiBkWjqI/AAAAAAAADjc/NkTM_3yWLlY/s400/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mya at the end. She had had it, so while we packed up she sat in the car, watched a Christmas movie and undressed (she just started peeling layers off when she got in the car). Everyone slep the whole ride home, except mom who had to drive. Tim claims he only slept for a few minutes, but don't believe him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-6152338201638255004?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6152338201638255004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=6152338201638255004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6152338201638255004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6152338201638255004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree-hunting.html' title='Christmas Tree Hunting'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRXA3eCmFqs/TuOoh9-FmAI/AAAAAAAADjQ/z8cmG3JyGbc/s72-c/IMG_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-4164989122159223778</id><published>2011-11-30T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:57:16.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decorated our Christmas tree last night and this little guy was so excited! It was a little crazy with Kylan being the only one who could really get the ornaments on right, Mya just kind of setting them on the tree so they fell off eventually and Emmit taking the ornaments off almost as fast as Ky was putting them on. We only decorated about half before I couldn't stand it any longer, so today while Emmit napped and Mya was occupied elsewhere Kylan and I finished decorating the tree and putting up the rest of our decorations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHVQNxvd1Ic/TtbBNiV4WTI/AAAAAAAADig/KGylGA0NJIQ/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680940418275498290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHVQNxvd1Ic/TtbBNiV4WTI/AAAAAAAADig/KGylGA0NJIQ/s400/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylan was so excited to decorate the tree that even though Grandma Teri asked him if he could stay at her house and play with Logan (an offer he normally would never refuse) and I said we could decorate the next day if he wanted to stay, he said no he wanted to decorate his Christmas tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are trying the tree in a new spot this year and I have to say so far I really like it. It's a lot more out of the way than it was last year and I don't feel like my house is consumed with Christmas deocrations since it is in the upper living room part and not right my our tv in the lower living room. HOWEVER my kids are driving me crazy with the tree. I understand Emmit touching the tree and grabbing ornaments, he is only 15 months old, but it's Mya who is really driving me crazy and even Kylan. I may or may not have threatened them with taking the tree down (or at least taking all the ornaments off) if they don't leave it alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*** a little p.s. while typing this Mya covered my whole island and her shirt with windex while she was supposed to be eating her snack (which is also covered in windex). i swear christmas makes kids crazy!!!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-4164989122159223778?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4164989122159223778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=4164989122159223778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4164989122159223778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4164989122159223778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-christmas-tree.html' title='Our Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHVQNxvd1Ic/TtbBNiV4WTI/AAAAAAAADig/KGylGA0NJIQ/s72-c/IMG_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-7223912703718500803</id><published>2011-11-30T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:49:39.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday night after Thanksgiving we went bowling with the Sorensen clan. It was tons of fun as usual! Our kids really love bowling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HhYofM_WyY/TtbAmqNbAjI/AAAAAAAADiU/6YiVY0mcDws/s1600/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680939750372606514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HhYofM_WyY/TtbAmqNbAjI/AAAAAAAADiU/6YiVY0mcDws/s400/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little lefty doesn't like to use the kids ramp anymore. He did pretty good and didn't even have bumpers to help him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv0E9o7k4iI/TtbAmRFJYMI/AAAAAAAADiE/nPwIjdiNxu4/s1600/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680939743627010242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv0E9o7k4iI/TtbAmRFJYMI/AAAAAAAADiE/nPwIjdiNxu4/s400/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating french fries with Uncle Bill and Grandpa Brett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHsZk9YMBRo/TtbAmPjINkI/AAAAAAAADh8/g3_4Uu6sWXI/s1600/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680939743215892034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHsZk9YMBRo/TtbAmPjINkI/AAAAAAAADh8/g3_4Uu6sWXI/s400/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gavin and Rayanne's cute family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-7223912703718500803?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7223912703718500803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=7223912703718500803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7223912703718500803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7223912703718500803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/11/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HhYofM_WyY/TtbAmqNbAjI/AAAAAAAADiU/6YiVY0mcDws/s72-c/IMG_0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-39225199463438881</id><published>2011-11-30T15:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:45:27.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating Christmas Cookies &amp; Decorating Grandma's Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom always has the kids decorate Christmas cookies and decorate her tree (she such a good sport, she just lets them put the ornaments on however and then she usually has to take them off and redo them, but they absolutely love it)! This year we did it the day after thanksgiving so that all the visiting aunts and uncles could be part of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A07n076YPAw/Tta88cqPSFI/AAAAAAAADhs/bDzAp4VoabA/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680935726645987410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A07n076YPAw/Tta88cqPSFI/AAAAAAAADhs/bDzAp4VoabA/s400/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-az3VDTuc2KI/Tta88K2WwPI/AAAAAAAADhg/LEixk7aJons/s1600/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680935721864970482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-az3VDTuc2KI/Tta88K2WwPI/AAAAAAAADhg/LEixk7aJons/s400/IMG_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit was totally entertained by this garland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKutTkpK6Ws/Tta88AkP0FI/AAAAAAAADhY/vEqZcEfzThk/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680935719104663634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKutTkpK6Ws/Tta88AkP0FI/AAAAAAAADhY/vEqZcEfzThk/s400/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom's kitchen light stopped working and my dad had to take it completely down to try to fix the wiring and then put it back up. Here are all my brothers and dad putting it back up. Turned out we needed Kent because he got it up and it still didn't work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJc8h8ekcJU/Tta87JgqHpI/AAAAAAAADhM/XeYCoRMywgQ/s1600/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680935704325660306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJc8h8ekcJU/Tta87JgqHpI/AAAAAAAADhM/XeYCoRMywgQ/s400/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Decorating cookies. Kylan piled on the sprinkles on each of his and Mya would only use the "pink" (was supposed to be red) frosting and made all of hers into sandwich cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kczjsOknem8/Tta862mazOI/AAAAAAAADhA/MLiER4BiZD4/s1600/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680935699249548514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kczjsOknem8/Tta862mazOI/AAAAAAAADhA/MLiER4BiZD4/s400/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-39225199463438881?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/39225199463438881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=39225199463438881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/39225199463438881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/39225199463438881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/11/decorating-christmas-cookies-decorating.html' title='Decorating Christmas Cookies &amp; Decorating Grandma&apos;s Tree'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A07n076YPAw/Tta88cqPSFI/AAAAAAAADhs/bDzAp4VoabA/s72-c/IMG_0133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-1937284154964953146</id><published>2011-11-30T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:29:33.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had Thanksgiving dinner with my family this year and my grandma and grandpa Adams. Kal &amp;amp; Lacy, Kort &amp;amp; Jessie, Kade &amp;amp; Leah and Leah's mom Barbara were there along with my uncle John this year since he came to help take care of my grandpa his first few days home. It was a smaller group, but a lot of fun. Later that night some of the schank's came over to my parents house, and then we went to see the rest for a few minutes over at my grandma's before going out to see Tim's family. It was a very tiring day, but a great one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JMkCcZkFm3o/Tta6E1M30UI/AAAAAAAADg0/Kr21VfCrtJA/s1600/IMG_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680932572137771330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JMkCcZkFm3o/Tta6E1M30UI/AAAAAAAADg0/Kr21VfCrtJA/s400/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my cousin Martin helping Emmit go down the roller coaster. My cousin's daugher Natalie is at th end and my Uncle Mark (my dad's brother in case you can't tell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvA8_w8RGCY/Tta6EnDeyxI/AAAAAAAADgo/1nLqtslrHDk/s1600/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680932568340286226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvA8_w8RGCY/Tta6EnDeyxI/AAAAAAAADgo/1nLqtslrHDk/s400/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a group shot of some of the family hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlnMhwOHQz8/Tta6EBzUPdI/AAAAAAAADgc/mLlVwUio5wQ/s1600/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680932558340373970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlnMhwOHQz8/Tta6EBzUPdI/AAAAAAAADgc/mLlVwUio5wQ/s400/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad took Evan and Kylan hunting after dinner. Kylan actually went quite a few times with my dad over the weekend! I think it was his favorite part of the whole weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSfW1dqcojk/Tta6Dwk6M6I/AAAAAAAADgQ/M9UZ-nd7ciQ/s1600/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680932553716544418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSfW1dqcojk/Tta6Dwk6M6I/AAAAAAAADgQ/M9UZ-nd7ciQ/s400/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or his favorite part may have been having Kort and Jessie here for so long, and then Kal and Lacy! Kort and Jessie were actually able to come the Friday before Thanksgiving and stayed until the Saturday after. It was great seeing them for so long since they won't be going anywhere for Christmas because my cute little neice Kinzie will be born sometime around Christmas Day! We can't wait to see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids also took pictures with my parents for their Christmas card. In true Emmit fashion, he is screaming in every picture. I also braved Walmart on Black Friday (actually Thursday since all my stuff came on sale at 10pm). It was CRAZY!!! And not fun at all. I don't know how that is fun for anyone! I guess I am too much of a browser and hated being so rushed!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-1937284154964953146?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1937284154964953146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=1937284154964953146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1937284154964953146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1937284154964953146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving Day'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JMkCcZkFm3o/Tta6E1M30UI/AAAAAAAADg0/Kr21VfCrtJA/s72-c/IMG_0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-3147518617392258582</id><published>2011-11-29T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:20:44.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree!</title><content type='html'>I have a ton to catch up on, but first I wanted to get this story down before I forget it! Last night Tim and I went with a bunch of his family to the new Twilight movie and so my parents came over and watched the kids for us. The movie was at 8pm, so it wasn't early in the day or anything. Well, Kylan had been begging me all day to get the tree out. I kept telling him I couldn't because 1) it's too heavy for me and 2) it was buried in the very back of the storage shed behind my sis-in-law and bro-in-laws stuff. So Ky being Ky asked grandpa if he would put up the tree and at first he said no, then Kylan kept asking and finally he said he didn't know where it was. Kylan told him it was in one shed, so they went and checked and it was the wrong shed. They came back in and Ky convinced him to go out to the other shed. They started out and right when they got across the porch coyotes started howling. My dad said Kylan turned around and ran back to the house, got in and jumped on grandma's lap and then said "There are coyotes howling out there and grandpa was a little scared of them!" My dad thought for sure he wouldn't go out again, but sure enough about 10 minutes later he told grandpa "I think we can go back out now." They somehow found the tree in the mess and got it up for us. After it was all up he made them all hold hands and sing "Oh Christmas Tree" around the tree (would have loved to see that). Then, Kylan was too excited to go to sleep because he wanted to see how surprised Tim and I were when we got home! It was so sweet and he was so brave to go back out after he had heard the coyotes! And I think his grandpa loves him just a little bit! Now I chuckle everytime I look at the tree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-3147518617392258582?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3147518617392258582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=3147518617392258582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3147518617392258582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3147518617392258582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-7295588682755291830</id><published>2011-11-21T13:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:55:07.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmit and Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--4iF128F5SI/TsrH0C29OPI/AAAAAAAADgE/vWm7VJULImI/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677569977188432114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--4iF128F5SI/TsrH0C29OPI/AAAAAAAADgE/vWm7VJULImI/s400/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit has a HATE relationship with shoes. That's right, a HATE relationship, not a love/hate because he absolutely doesn't love them. There have been a couple times that he has tolerated them, once being when we were out in the middle of a chopped corn field eating lunch. At least he realized there was no way he could walk in that without shoes on his feet, but any other time what we get is what you see in the picture above. He bawls, screams, and flat out refuses to stand let alone walk. On this particular day we made him keep them on all during church. The kid didn't take one single step the whole 3 hours. He sat on our laps, was carried around and played while sitting. He used to have the same reaction with socks and footie pajama's, but I got him past it with those two things and I've kind of given up on the shoe thing. Oh Well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-7295588682755291830?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7295588682755291830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=7295588682755291830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7295588682755291830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7295588682755291830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/11/emmit-and-shoes.html' title='Emmit and Shoes'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--4iF128F5SI/TsrH0C29OPI/AAAAAAAADgE/vWm7VJULImI/s72-c/IMG_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-3302954101948371577</id><published>2011-11-21T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:50:29.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided on a whim to go to Idaho and visit my brothers and their wives a week ago. We are so glad we went because we had a great time! I was terrible at taking pictures, but here are the few that I snapped. We left on Wednesday, ate dinner with Kal in Twin Falls before continueing on to Rexburg. We stayed at Kort and Jessie's and got to hang out with them and Kent and Stacey. Kent and Tim hunted most of Thursday, then that night we went and ate at a super good place called Stockman's in Idaho Falls. On Friday we headed to Kal and Lacy's in Twin Falls and ate dinner with them and stayed the night. On Saturday Kal took Tim and Kylan to see a big dairy, while Lacy and I took Mya and Emmit shopping. We met to eat lunch at a very yummy burger place called Burnt Lemonade which had great burgers, sweet potato fries and flavored lemonades. We left for home from there. The kids traveled so well and had a great time and were so good while we were there. It was so nice to just be able to hang out with everyone and really do nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-it1ljQGGyzk/TsrGPeNDyJI/AAAAAAAADf0/kOSh-XX3CKk/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677568249362106514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-it1ljQGGyzk/TsrGPeNDyJI/AAAAAAAADf0/kOSh-XX3CKk/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At dinner at Stockman's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDlvRFblXCI/TsrGPPPq7ZI/AAAAAAAADfo/PAWmH9PrNco/s1600/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677568245346528658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDlvRFblXCI/TsrGPPPq7ZI/AAAAAAAADfo/PAWmH9PrNco/s400/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hanging out at Kort and Jessie's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-toWnncOX0/TsrGOc2sidI/AAAAAAAADfg/vR3Rmxb4ajI/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677568231820003794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-toWnncOX0/TsrGOc2sidI/AAAAAAAADfg/vR3Rmxb4ajI/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylan and Kort. Kylan fell asleep more than once on Kort while he was tickling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ya1KnJPQMeA/TsrGOEJ55BI/AAAAAAAADfQ/35xi9BRoiPY/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677568225189684242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ya1KnJPQMeA/TsrGOEJ55BI/AAAAAAAADfQ/35xi9BRoiPY/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating cupcakes from Cocoa Bean. They were very yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-3302954101948371577?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3302954101948371577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=3302954101948371577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3302954101948371577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3302954101948371577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-decided-on-whim-to-go-to-idaho-and.html' title='Idaho Trip'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-it1ljQGGyzk/TsrGPeNDyJI/AAAAAAAADf0/kOSh-XX3CKk/s72-c/IMG_0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-7792040419159284658</id><published>2011-11-15T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:02:00.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; 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And since Fallon always trick-or-treats before the actual Halloween, we were able to light them for a couple more nights! Mya wanted a pink pumpkin from the pumpkin patch, which Kylan reported to her after he went was impossible since they were all orange, so she painted hers pink and purple. Kylan, to my surprise, was able to carve his own pumpkin all by himself. He even drew most of the face himself! However when it came to cleaning out the inside he couldn't do it. His dad made him take out one handful and he was gagging the whole time. If you've ever seen Four Christmases Kylan has the same reaction as Vince Vaughn does when the baby spits up on Reece Witherspoon anytime a baby spits up, someone throws up, he sees me changing a poopy diaper or many other things he thinks are disgusting (in this case, touching the inards of a pumpkin). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677564548690993170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv9UFqt5E9Y/TsrC4EIT4BI/AAAAAAAADeI/e8jRFLvYmzw/s400/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677564552653013074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xie9EHwFhU/TsrC4S47gFI/AAAAAAAADeU/xa6IvYgXX94/s400/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That night we went trick-or-treating to the aunts and uncles and grandparents. It was a lot of fun. Before we went I took pics of the kids outside with the pumpkins. It was actually a pretty warm night which made it really nice to be out and about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YctYKNYKVmk/TsrDEzsJx-I/AAAAAAAADfE/-BE8iToj4n8/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677564767616223202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YctYKNYKVmk/TsrDEzsJx-I/AAAAAAAADfE/-BE8iToj4n8/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit was supposed to be a cow, but he had a total meltdown when I put his costume on, so I put on his halloween shirt and called it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fp_ceFHr_4/TsrC5_65elI/AAAAAAAADe0/6DS2P_w4gcE/s1600/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677564581920733778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fp_ceFHr_4/TsrC5_65elI/AAAAAAAADe0/6DS2P_w4gcE/s400/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQ_FjSrsx9I/TsrC5nZzOGI/AAAAAAAADeo/2x_EDUQAqnA/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677564575339460706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQ_FjSrsx9I/TsrC5nZzOGI/AAAAAAAADeo/2x_EDUQAqnA/s400/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ljf35tZdwIo/TsrC44U_PvI/AAAAAAAADeg/4i0jhjS25wE/s1600/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677564562702810866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ljf35tZdwIo/TsrC44U_PvI/AAAAAAAADeg/4i0jhjS25wE/s400/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-607795543274054451?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/607795543274054451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=607795543274054451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/607795543274054451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/607795543274054451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-carving-and-trick-or-treat.html' title='Pumpkin Carving and Trick-or-Treat'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv9UFqt5E9Y/TsrC4EIT4BI/AAAAAAAADeI/e8jRFLvYmzw/s72-c/IMG_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-7532303242690771849</id><published>2011-10-29T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:50:04.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions and Tigers and Bears . . . Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Nevada Day us, my parents, Kade, Leah and Evan and Lynne and Derild, Reed and Carissa all went over the Sacramento for the day. We left Fallon at 8:00am and we were back in Reno by 6:30pm. We did a little shopping there before we headed back to Fallon, so we were home and in bed by about 9:30pm. We all met at Boom Town and then traveled on from there together. Lynne and Derild were so nice and let Evan and Kylan ride in their car with them and Reed and Carissa. I think the boys kept them pretty entertained as well as themselves! Our car was very quiet with only Mya and Emmit. They both slept pretty much the whole way to sacramento and the whole way back to Reno. Poor Emmit was pretty sick the whole time, but the trip allowed him plenty of sleep and relaxation, so he did really well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nbkvWRAHitI/TqyNsZ9ozKI/AAAAAAAADdI/R3OUURwvHyU/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669061824975785122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nbkvWRAHitI/TqyNsZ9ozKI/AAAAAAAADdI/R3OUURwvHyU/s400/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first stop was Leatherby's. If you have never been here you must go next time you are in Sacramento! They have the best crab sandwiches and the best homemade ice-cream! We did not plan for the boys to match it just happened! Aren't they all so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWbVsPMHwEc/TqyNsF85l4I/AAAAAAAADc8/a029POSybzo/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669061819603982210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWbVsPMHwEc/TqyNsF85l4I/AAAAAAAADc8/a029POSybzo/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After they ate their lunch they each got ice-cream. Mya has Strawberry because it is pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT7ZKNfBCC0/TqyNTcBTlQI/AAAAAAAADcw/VizLQDF7Sv4/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669061396031313154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT7ZKNfBCC0/TqyNTcBTlQI/AAAAAAAADcw/VizLQDF7Sv4/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evan had chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2fMkRGe_fI/TqyNTZ2PssI/AAAAAAAADcg/jqFMogd8Yrg/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669061395448050370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2fMkRGe_fI/TqyNTZ2PssI/AAAAAAAADcg/jqFMogd8Yrg/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Ky had vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKyWHvYRXgo/TqyNSmvMtCI/AAAAAAAADcY/zdl6PcS7m7A/s1600/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669061381728285730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKyWHvYRXgo/TqyNSmvMtCI/AAAAAAAADcY/zdl6PcS7m7A/s400/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmit loved walking around and he is into climbling on things, so he kept trying to climb back into his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ud_I85wToGo/TqyNSGIMDBI/AAAAAAAADcM/oB934JfTLKo/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669061372974730258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ud_I85wToGo/TqyNSGIMDBI/AAAAAAAADcM/oB934JfTLKo/s400/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leatherby's is seriously one of my absolute favorite places to eat. Plus it reminds me of when I was little and we would eat there. It's crazy to think that I am now taking my own kids there!&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669065105917363954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-40elBPWfHMc/TqyQrYbERvI/AAAAAAAADdU/a5uG1Vsw3sw/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PJAHbUgOeYw/TqyMoJNCKpI/AAAAAAAADbw/TLRhaDaEFZM/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669060652245854866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PJAHbUgOeYw/TqyMoJNCKpI/AAAAAAAADbw/TLRhaDaEFZM/s400/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nC6uQuiXkxY/TqyMnRnEdMI/AAAAAAAADbo/Wt7Jqyn3FcQ/s1600/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669060637322671298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nC6uQuiXkxY/TqyMnRnEdMI/AAAAAAAADbo/Wt7Jqyn3FcQ/s400/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZn-PTiE1i8/TqyMnUrk2qI/AAAAAAAADbY/_37fp9a_9YQ/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669060638146878114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZn-PTiE1i8/TqyMnUrk2qI/AAAAAAAADbY/_37fp9a_9YQ/s400/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The giraffs are Kylan and Grandma's favorite to see. Mya's favorite was the chimps who were swinging around and playing with the water from the hose that they were using to clean their cage while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gSqwWNEUCl4/TqyMm3INEWI/AAAAAAAADbQ/xQnS2LObrGA/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669060630213890402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gSqwWNEUCl4/TqyMm3INEWI/AAAAAAAADbQ/xQnS2LObrGA/s400/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit was pretty much not impressed with any of the animals, well except the ottors because they would come right up to the glass so he could see them. He didn't complain though. He just drank his bottle and ate some snacks and enjoyed riding in his stroller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XStf2la51oY/TqyMmoltzKI/AAAAAAAADbE/Z4Eh_Xka-Cc/s1600/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669060626311138466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XStf2la51oY/TqyMmoltzKI/AAAAAAAADbE/Z4Eh_Xka-Cc/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Mya and Kylan looking at either the lions or the tiger. They loved all the animals and since we went on a day that wasn't a holiday in California the zoo was pretty empty so it was nice for the kids and it didn't take long at all the get through it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a nice day and a nice trip! Thank you mom and dad for planning it for us! We loved it! And best of all everyone was so tired when we got home that everyone (including Emmit ) slept all night long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-7532303242690771849?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7532303242690771849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=7532303242690771849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7532303242690771849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7532303242690771849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/lions-and-tigers-and-bears-oh-my.html' title='Lions and Tigers and Bears . . . Oh My!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nbkvWRAHitI/TqyNsZ9ozKI/AAAAAAAADdI/R3OUURwvHyU/s72-c/IMG_0072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-1236440150641416588</id><published>2011-10-29T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:26:12.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were going to be in Sacramento the night of our ward Trunk or Treat so we went to my parent's ward Trunk or Treat earlier in the week. The kids had a ton of fun. Kylan really loved trunk or treating, Emmit hung out with grandpa and Mya sat in grandma's trunk and handed out candy (after putting candy in about 5 peoples baskets, she would then throw a handful in her own. I think we came home with half of grandma's candy). I didn't get any pics of the actually party, but here are some from before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669058116047852786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yeQO1olXXUU/TqyKUhIT1PI/AAAAAAAADaU/hmSPAoVr7_g/s400/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My pretty princess and handsome and tough superman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b2bFPOalxAQ/TqyKVlKtDII/AAAAAAAADa8/6tJ7vH3t2TM/s1600/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669058134311505026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b2bFPOalxAQ/TqyKVlKtDII/AAAAAAAADa8/6tJ7vH3t2TM/s400/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this costume, but it was still a little big on Emmit and was making him way off balance. He actually ended up going in the cow costume, but he looked cute as a giraff also while it lasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9Ricpbb5s8/TqyKVFwo9RI/AAAAAAAADas/80AaknbMaAo/s1600/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669058125880685842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9Ricpbb5s8/TqyKVFwo9RI/AAAAAAAADas/80AaknbMaAo/s400/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylan keeps wanting to jump in pictures. Everytime I take his picture at home lately he jumps at the last second. Kind of cute, but kind of annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxnVUhezq-A/TqyKU6ppUdI/AAAAAAAADac/5ONDpeGdGvc/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669058122898559442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxnVUhezq-A/TqyKU6ppUdI/AAAAAAAADac/5ONDpeGdGvc/s400/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-1236440150641416588?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1236440150641416588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=1236440150641416588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1236440150641416588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1236440150641416588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk or Treat'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yeQO1olXXUU/TqyKUhIT1PI/AAAAAAAADaU/hmSPAoVr7_g/s72-c/IMG_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-8524304571150055417</id><published>2011-10-24T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:22:33.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xowDTFi7K2s/TqXVu3zun_I/AAAAAAAADaE/zUha9iVfcl8/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667170707347251186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xowDTFi7K2s/TqXVu3zun_I/AAAAAAAADaE/zUha9iVfcl8/s400/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit has suddenly become more of a little boy and less of a baby in the last few weeks. He can now get into anything and everything and I can't leave any food or drink where he can reach it, or as soon as I turn my back he has it and it is all over him and the floor! He is already trying to run and has gotten pretty fast, he loves to wrestle with Kylan and follow him around everywhere! He is already becoming very good at playing tractors and loves to hug and kiss his brother and sister. He is learning new words all the time, but he still loves to walk around yelling "MYA!". He still gets shy when other people talk to him and loves his mom, but he is becoming more and more of a daddy's boy each day and he is starting to get that Grandma and Grandpa's are pretty fun too! He loved the few times he was able to ride with Tim in the dump truck this fall. And my favorite thing that he does right now is when he hugs me tight around my neck and just nestles his little head on my shoulder. We sure do love our Emmit boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-8524304571150055417?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8524304571150055417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=8524304571150055417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8524304571150055417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8524304571150055417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/emmit.html' title='Emmit'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xowDTFi7K2s/TqXVu3zun_I/AAAAAAAADaE/zUha9iVfcl8/s72-c/IMG_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-6013013968646407310</id><published>2011-10-24T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:13:19.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGFIuh-fM6I/TqXT34GYPSI/AAAAAAAADZ4/jkN4Kg1s_WQ/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667168663021042978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGFIuh-fM6I/TqXT34GYPSI/AAAAAAAADZ4/jkN4Kg1s_WQ/s400/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Sunday I attempted to get some cute pics of the kids in their church clothes (I love dressing my kids up for church), but unfortunately only Kylan was into it. Mya was grouchy and told me to stop taking her picture and Emmit was tired and ready for a nap (he is every sunday when we are leaving for church). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny Emmit story at church: I have stopped trying to get him to sleep at church because if we do, he sleeps for about 30 mins and then won't take a nap when we get home and is really cranky so it's better to deal with his crankiness for the last hour of church and then have him sleeps for 2-3 hours when we get home. Well, this sunday I was standing in the hall with him while he was whining and I was chatting with another mom that has a little guy about his age and all of a sudden Emmit faceplants into my shoulder and I look down and he was out. I guess if he gets tired enough he will fall asleep no matter what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a side note - only 5 more months and a week until he is in nursery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-6013013968646407310?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6013013968646407310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=6013013968646407310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6013013968646407310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6013013968646407310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-best.html' title='Sunday Best'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGFIuh-fM6I/TqXT34GYPSI/AAAAAAAADZ4/jkN4Kg1s_WQ/s72-c/IMG_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-5977322588095374616</id><published>2011-10-24T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:08:01.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mya at the Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ewBSwAjXbSc/TqXStcS9I9I/AAAAAAAADZs/eLTXpASEnro/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667167384247280594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ewBSwAjXbSc/TqXStcS9I9I/AAAAAAAADZs/eLTXpASEnro/s400/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A week after Ky went to the pumpkin patch with his class, Tristin Reagan and Greyson came to town and we went again while Ky was in preschool. It was a lot of fun! We looked at the animals, walked out the pumkin patch and then sat outside and ate cinnamon rolls. We then went to pick up Ky and Tristin and her kids came back to our house and played with us for most of the day. It was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3kh3ao3AAE/TqXStC3FzzI/AAAAAAAADZg/74kCLdCNb6s/s1600/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667167377419521842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3kh3ao3AAE/TqXStC3FzzI/AAAAAAAADZg/74kCLdCNb6s/s400/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mya took FOREVER to find a pumpkin. She kept finding "cute" ones but then would say they were too dirty to take home. Before Kylan went to the pumpkin patch, she was sure she was going to find a pink one, but then Kylan reported to her when he got home that there were only orange ones. Grandma Kenna said if she would've come with us she would have went and got one a few days ahead, painted it pink and then put it back so she could have found it! Wish we would have thought of that!&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/6527181440544727870-5977322588095374616?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5977322588095374616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=5977322588095374616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5977322588095374616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5977322588095374616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/mya-at-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Mya at the Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ewBSwAjXbSc/TqXStcS9I9I/AAAAAAAADZs/eLTXpASEnro/s72-c/IMG_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-2999026036903373012</id><published>2011-10-24T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:02:10.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylan's Pumpkin Patch Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kylan's preschool class had their first field trip this year. They went to Lattin's Farms to the pumpkin patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xef8EzaqisU/TqXQlKVUohI/AAAAAAAADZI/DRU5p03X9fQ/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667165042963161618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xef8EzaqisU/TqXQlKVUohI/AAAAAAAADZI/DRU5p03X9fQ/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the whole group - Megan, Hallie, Kate, Trevor, Braden and Ky with Mr. Keele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667165042070375778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L7QmX8jJEfE/TqXQlHAdzWI/AAAAAAAADZQ/5lqSZAwVqMI/s400/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Making silly faces. Notice only the boys made funny faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---g1V8R8uJ8/TqXQTpAzjFI/AAAAAAAADY8/OIRJwW0Al4o/s1600/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667164741960961106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---g1V8R8uJ8/TqXQTpAzjFI/AAAAAAAADY8/OIRJwW0Al4o/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ky's pumpkin which he said was too heavy so he made Kate carry it to the wagon. Such a gentle man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ5Amtllmm4/TqXQSnyUBhI/AAAAAAAADY0/WpjvFV0XfTc/s1600/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667164724451870226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ5Amtllmm4/TqXQSnyUBhI/AAAAAAAADY0/WpjvFV0XfTc/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The three boys - Ky, Braden and Trevor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zikKBFOpzCA/TqXQSFt9a2I/AAAAAAAADYk/VQLjHFqZcTY/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667164715306806114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zikKBFOpzCA/TqXQSFt9a2I/AAAAAAAADYk/VQLjHFqZcTY/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. Stark was taking their picture, but I loved how Ky had put his arm around Braden. These two love each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_gVau5S2yo/TqXQRm0ZjgI/AAAAAAAADYY/MW3isDd9X_8/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667164707012316674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_gVau5S2yo/TqXQRm0ZjgI/AAAAAAAADYY/MW3isDd9X_8/s400/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end they got to ride the cow train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mK9XlP-Dq8A/TqXQRRza_jI/AAAAAAAADYM/SJShLbomCVs/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667164701371072050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mK9XlP-Dq8A/TqXQRRza_jI/AAAAAAAADYM/SJShLbomCVs/s400/IMG_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Counting the eggs in the chicken coup with Mrs. Stark (who was my preschool teacher too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kylan is absolutely loving preschool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-2999026036903373012?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2999026036903373012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=2999026036903373012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2999026036903373012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2999026036903373012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/kylans-pumpkin-patch-field-trip.html' title='Kylan&apos;s Pumpkin Patch Field Trip'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xef8EzaqisU/TqXQlKVUohI/AAAAAAAADZI/DRU5p03X9fQ/s72-c/IMG_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-4388931523361934430</id><published>2011-10-24T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:50:11.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg8oWFksbaA/TqXO1CNAr_I/AAAAAAAADYA/T73DG5k49Ew/s1600/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667163116635467762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg8oWFksbaA/TqXO1CNAr_I/AAAAAAAADYA/T73DG5k49Ew/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry mom, you closed your eyes in every pic I took! My mom turned 50 this year, and even though she thinks she is near death she's so old, I don't think 50 is very old anymore because she looks too young! She kept saying she wanted to celebrate her last day of being 49, not turning 50, so that's why he cake says 49! We love you mom! Thanks for being such a great mom and grammy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0ekbdlU0m8/TqXOrOiE04I/AAAAAAAADXo/D-ezFtrNk2E/s1600/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667162948146353026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0ekbdlU0m8/TqXOrOiE04I/AAAAAAAADXo/D-ezFtrNk2E/s400/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's what Kade, Leah and us gave her for her birthday. They are Christmas ornaments - Leah did the pics and I made them. I think they turned out pretty cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-4388931523361934430?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4388931523361934430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=4388931523361934430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4388931523361934430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4388931523361934430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/moms-birthday.html' title='Mom&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg8oWFksbaA/TqXO1CNAr_I/AAAAAAAADYA/T73DG5k49Ew/s72-c/IMG_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-590497282768590600</id><published>2011-10-24T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:44:59.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Princesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qq5E1NIA1DE/TqXOA9dbHJI/AAAAAAAADXg/8CaU--ZEzrY/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667162222008933522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qq5E1NIA1DE/TqXOA9dbHJI/AAAAAAAADXg/8CaU--ZEzrY/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3SG9tjdQWxw/TqXOAwr6i2I/AAAAAAAADXQ/WermVB7UYMA/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667162218580052834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3SG9tjdQWxw/TqXOAwr6i2I/AAAAAAAADXQ/WermVB7UYMA/s400/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While the boys are at preschool, Leah and Mya like to get together and play at each others houses. Here they are one day playing dress up at our house. Such cute girls! And of course Emmit wanted in on the picture taking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-590497282768590600?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/590497282768590600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=590497282768590600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/590497282768590600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/590497282768590600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/pretty-princesses.html' title='Pretty Princesses'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qq5E1NIA1DE/TqXOA9dbHJI/AAAAAAAADXg/8CaU--ZEzrY/s72-c/IMG_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-2016418726001149884</id><published>2011-10-17T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:16:19.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Year Itch . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73pDol2s2VQ/TpzR-aJ2GuI/AAAAAAAADXA/TFXEiR6u0uE/s1600/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664633301427952354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73pDol2s2VQ/TpzR-aJ2GuI/AAAAAAAADXA/TFXEiR6u0uE/s400/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was our 7 year anniversary. And despite the title, there is no itch here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, between sick kids, sick husband and getting ready for church neither of us remembered our anniversary until my brother-in-law mouthed "Happy Anniversary" to me from down the row when I got to church. Oops! I figured if there was ever an appropriate time to text during sacrament meeting this would be it (yes, I texted happy anniversary to my sick hubby at home during sacrament meeting, but it was during the hymn, so that made it better)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, 3 apartments, two houses, 4 vehicles, 3 kids and 7 years later I could not be happier! I love you hubby! Thanks for 7 AMAZING years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-2016418726001149884?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2016418726001149884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=2016418726001149884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2016418726001149884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2016418726001149884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/7-year-itch.html' title='7 Year Itch . . .'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73pDol2s2VQ/TpzR-aJ2GuI/AAAAAAAADXA/TFXEiR6u0uE/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-790428349337765721</id><published>2011-10-06T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:03:13.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Funny Story . . .</title><content type='html'>I knew I was going to forget one! And I did, one of the best ones! This needs a little background. When I am cleaning the house I like to watch Hairspray. Singing along to the songs makes cleaning relaxing and fun. Since I turn it on at least once a week to clean to, the kids have come to really like it. Even my nephew Braden who happened to be here on a cleaning day a couple weeks ago was into it and was dancing along with my kids. Kylan calls it the Tracy movie (which is funny in itself) and both kids sing along to the songs and try to do the dance moves. Kylan and I were singing along to "Welcome to the '60's" one day this week and he turned to me and said, "Mom, when it gets dark today I'm going to sing this song to you and show you everything." Kind of have to know the movie/play to get it, but it was pretty cute! I love this boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-790428349337765721?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/790428349337765721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=790428349337765721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/790428349337765721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/790428349337765721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-more-funny-story.html' title='One More Funny Story . . .'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-8655410681411179835</id><published>2011-10-05T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T16:34:29.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660151904155009922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSCeC-NhJCI/TozmKwXpA4I/AAAAAAAADWg/nbrT3oV4YJ4/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eating cinnamon rolls is our family tradition for Sunday morning General Conference. Unfortunately for my taste buds, but great for my waist I only make cinnamon rolls now for General Conference. However, I may make it a Christmas tradition as well this year (twice a year is just not enough)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660151911869337106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zC_UNj1c5_w/TozmLNG4ThI/AAAAAAAADWo/rMZDDo5VmzY/s400/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a common sight at our house. For some reason this is a favorite place for our kids to play (especially for Kylan and Emmit). I'm not sure why, but it's pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660151913770433106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtGYzIdXtiI/TozmLUMIulI/AAAAAAAADWw/NAHP-e-Q9as/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0B-1i6W7NFY/TozmLQJDOAI/AAAAAAAADW4/WcMsXHxO8JA/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660151912683747330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0B-1i6W7NFY/TozmLQJDOAI/AAAAAAAADW4/WcMsXHxO8JA/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our kids have been saying some pretty funny things lately, so I thought I better blog a few before I forget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mya LOVES to watch He Man. It is her favorite cartoon and it's so funny because it was Tim's as well when he was her age. She will tell me about He Man for 15 minutes straight. The other day she was telling me that her arm is broken (another common thing for her to say) and she told me that He Man was going to fix it for her. I said "Oh that's great. Do you love He Man?" (meaning the cartoon as a whole) and she replied, "Yes. He my boyfriend mom!" Oh no, it's already starting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today Tim asked Mya if he looked like He Man. She said, "Yes, you look like He Man. Take your shirt off daddy!" Tim didn't, but we got a good chuckle out of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We forgot to take our trash can out and we heard the garbage truck coming, so Tim ran outside to catch it because it was full this week. Both kids ran to the play room and were watching him out of the window. They were both cheering him on saying "run fast dad" and then Mya added "Run fast dad, like He Man."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mya likes to put her own undies back on now when she goes to the bathroom. So, this means they are usually on backwards, inside out, or occationally she is wearing them up around her waiste because she has put both legs in the same hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I picked Ky up from preschool the other day he and Braden were talking on their way to their cars and Kylan said (very loudly) "Remember Bra-bra we aren't supposed to tell anyone that Trevor has a girlfriend." Then he preceeded to tell me the same thing. When I asked him who Trevor's girlfriend was he paused, then said "I don't know mom, he just has one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He told me the other day that he had something very important to tell me. He then asked me if I could come quail hunting with he and dad and bring the video camera and video them hunting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kylan told Grandma Teri last night that the coyotes howling at night scare him. Teri told him he could call Jeff (whitaker) and tell him to come shoot him. She said he told Jeff on the phone, "Jeff, you have you come shoot these coyotes. Bring your BIG gun!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves to think that he has scared/shocked Mrs. Stark, so when I picked hip up after he had brought his duck calls for show and tell the first thing he told me was, "Mom, I blowed my call and scared Mrs. Stark!" Poor Mrs. Stark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I'm sure there are more stories, but I can't think of any right now! These kids crack me up everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-8655410681411179835?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8655410681411179835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=8655410681411179835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8655410681411179835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8655410681411179835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/funny-kids.html' title='Funny Kids'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSCeC-NhJCI/TozmKwXpA4I/AAAAAAAADWg/nbrT3oV4YJ4/s72-c/IMG_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-7142629567489373971</id><published>2011-10-01T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T15:56:16.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Dairy Humor</title><content type='html'>You probably have to know Rick to really appreciate this story, but Mary said I should blog it or she is going to, so here is the story. Tim was treating a sick cow and Rick was helping him that morning with chores. The shot Tim was giving the cow had to be given in the vein, so to keep the cow from kicking you, you "tail" the cow - hold it's tail in the air so it won't kick. Rick has done this lots of times. Anyway, here's how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;Tim: Hey Rick, TAIL this cow while I give her this shot.&lt;br /&gt;Rick: Ok, what do you want me to TELL her.&lt;br /&gt;Tim: (laughs a little then says) Tell her a story about your life to distract her so she doesn't kick me.&lt;br /&gt;Rick: (Walks to the cows head) Hey, how are you doing? My name is Rick . . .&lt;br /&gt;I have laughed for two days now over this story. It's a classic Rick story now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-7142629567489373971?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7142629567489373971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=7142629567489373971&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7142629567489373971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7142629567489373971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-dairy-humor.html' title='A Little Dairy Humor'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-3908467446014157558</id><published>2011-10-01T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T15:38:01.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3HgT33K8OE/ToeU7PBKMaI/AAAAAAAADWA/NmqdwLEIMjg/s1600/IMG_5732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658655202178904482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3HgT33K8OE/ToeU7PBKMaI/AAAAAAAADWA/NmqdwLEIMjg/s400/IMG_5732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random picture of Emmit and I taken by Kylan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just a few things have happened since my last post. First of all my camera stopped working. I knew it was probably because the little watch battery thing in it was dead, but there was also the possibility that it had finally died. Luckily it was just the battery, but it took me a couple weeks to remember to bring it to walmart with me to get a new one. The guys spent the last couple weeks chopping corn and are finally finished. I am so glad they are done because maybe my hubby will get a day off before 4th crop, however it was nice to be able to bum a kid or two off on Tim throughout the day to ride in the dump truck. Even Emmit enjoyed his few rides. I also kind of caught a crafting bug which started with making the next 3 season/holiday blocks with Rayanne, then I made some yarn wreathes with my sister-in-laws and some cute little head bands for my neice Kinzie that will be born around Christmas time. And, in the midst of all of that Emmit learned to walk and sleep the night (finally), all three of the kids had the flu, Kylan had a sinus infection caused by his allergies and now Emmit had a mystery fever last night and this morning. Hopefully I will get back to my normal blogging schedule now that things have somewhat calmed down and I have my camera back.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658655209820912626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-scFMLxTNmQ8/ToeU7rfJ-_I/AAAAAAAADWY/0yzqa0X5A-w/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mya in the morning. Oh, she is in undies full time now, even at night! No more pullups for her! Whoohoo!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658655205815039122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H0BF9gns4aw/ToeU7ckFNJI/AAAAAAAADWQ/4G0ltc_dED4/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kylan pretending to be in a tent camping (I think). He and Mya are really into pretending lately. It's pretty cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658655200684472978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OndED2RVl-c/ToeU7Jc2-pI/AAAAAAAADWI/d2L-PkqtYLE/s400/IMGA0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One wreath I made. It turned out to be a little more halloweenish because I used only felt and those were the only fallish colors of felt at Walmart. I branched out to fleece for the ones I made with my sister-in-laws. I think I like the fleece flowers better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-3908467446014157558?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3908467446014157558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=3908467446014157558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3908467446014157558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3908467446014157558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/10/catch-up-post.html' title='Catch Up Post'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3HgT33K8OE/ToeU7PBKMaI/AAAAAAAADWA/NmqdwLEIMjg/s72-c/IMG_5732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-5081871243963761792</id><published>2011-09-15T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:19:00.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad had an archery elk tag this year, and since my brothers are all married and responsible now (so weird to think we are all that old), Tim went with him. They were gone for about 8 days (8 very looooooooooooong days), and unfortunately they didn't get anything. My dad did shoot one big elk, but it didn't kill it. Here are some pics from their adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn-yQR9YcBM/TnLL8CeRDSI/AAAAAAAADV4/owdX2l9yP6c/s1600/HPIM5169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652804714619800866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn-yQR9YcBM/TnLL8CeRDSI/AAAAAAAADV4/owdX2l9yP6c/s400/HPIM5169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy Larry and his wife went with them (they had tags for the same area, but different weapons and different hunting dates) and they brought their horses/mules, which was a lifesaver really, but Tim is not a huge fan of horses! The one above actually bucked my dad off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c4befkRMoUA/TnLL8G4dVgI/AAAAAAAADVw/a51z1KVNUrs/s1600/HPIM5168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652804715803399682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c4befkRMoUA/TnLL8G4dVgI/AAAAAAAADVw/a51z1KVNUrs/s400/HPIM5168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim is much more comfortable riding the quad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652804710588102290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Og76sFv-Ko/TnLL7zdCNpI/AAAAAAAADVg/32cq4RqQJBI/s400/HPIM5166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-AOuO4h2kw/TnLL75xl8rI/AAAAAAAADVo/T-zIpZkifBg/s1600/HPIM5167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652804712284943026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-AOuO4h2kw/TnLL75xl8rI/AAAAAAAADVo/T-zIpZkifBg/s400/HPIM5167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Behind my dad is the horse Tim rode. They claim they had a ton of fun. I don't get it, but I'm glad they had fun together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no pics of the kids and I here at home. I don't know why the kids think while dad is gone is a great time to get sick, but they do. Kylan's allergies got so bad that he ended up with a sinus infection, which meant a trip to the doctor and a day of being really sick. Emmit came down with the flu and was sick until today. Luckily Mya held it together! We wouldn't have made it without my moms help though. She spent every evening with us, whether at our house or hers and helped me bathe and get the kids ready for bed every night and made special trips to the store for us. Rayanne also saved me one day by taking Mya and Kylan pretty much all day which ended up being the day Emmit was the sickest and rental drama occured. Needless to say I am very happy to have my hubby home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-5081871243963761792?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5081871243963761792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=5081871243963761792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5081871243963761792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5081871243963761792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/09/hunting.html' title='Hunting'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn-yQR9YcBM/TnLL8CeRDSI/AAAAAAAADV4/owdX2l9yP6c/s72-c/HPIM5169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-6283493726283049485</id><published>2011-08-31T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:53:48.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnXn-JgCvhk/Tl50XZe1wkI/AAAAAAAADVQ/bl1cz47iMaI/s1600/IMG_5722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647078928095232578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnXn-JgCvhk/Tl50XZe1wkI/AAAAAAAADVQ/bl1cz47iMaI/s400/IMG_5722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylan met his preschool teacher today - Mrs. Stark. He was so excited! On the way over he was bouncing in the back seat and all of a sudden said "Mom, I'm just SOOOOO excited!" He is even more excited that next week he gets to stay the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8GScDHX9mI4/Tl50XDEP6_I/AAAAAAAADVI/mAy4ZI5NaSY/s1600/IMG_5723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647078922078120946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8GScDHX9mI4/Tl50XDEP6_I/AAAAAAAADVI/mAy4ZI5NaSY/s400/IMG_5723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit and Mya missed him. Mya told him that morning that he was her "Bwest Fwend" (best friend) and that she would miss him! But they had fun with Grandma Kenna while we went! I love Emmit's face in this pic - you can see how much he really does love his big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y6xLb-u_ZAk/Tl50WnE9eJI/AAAAAAAADVA/1N9oIIeme88/s1600/IMG_5725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647078914564913298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y6xLb-u_ZAk/Tl50WnE9eJI/AAAAAAAADVA/1N9oIIeme88/s400/IMG_5725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is is while Mrs. Stark goes over some of the class rules. They then made worms to put on the bulliten board and then she read a story to him. He loved every second of it! Afterwards he told me that he is going to be shy around the girls though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-6283493726283049485?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6283493726283049485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=6283493726283049485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6283493726283049485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6283493726283049485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/08/pre-school.html' title='Pre-School'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnXn-JgCvhk/Tl50XZe1wkI/AAAAAAAADVQ/bl1cz47iMaI/s72-c/IMG_5722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-3000949531276042055</id><published>2011-08-31T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:48:16.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset at the Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stayed late at the lake and ate a yummy dutch over dinner with Brett, Teri, Kyle, Carly and her mission companion Annie. It was a little thunderstormy that evening and because of all the clouds we were able to see a beautiful sunset! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uW9NVpHh7aY/Tl5wc5z0S0I/AAAAAAAADU4/YPO-xzB8L60/s1600/IMG_5719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647074624625986370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uW9NVpHh7aY/Tl5wc5z0S0I/AAAAAAAADU4/YPO-xzB8L60/s400/IMG_5719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brett and Teri - it had gotten a little too dark at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jZdpzPG9Y8/Tl5wcrXFq5I/AAAAAAAADUw/aoKumEHvnF0/s1600/IMG_5715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647074620747393938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jZdpzPG9Y8/Tl5wcrXFq5I/AAAAAAAADUw/aoKumEHvnF0/s400/IMG_5715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim and I. We are looking a little rough after being at the lake all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-l010vsQqU/Tl5wcTqrHLI/AAAAAAAADUo/pLsEzNR8480/s1600/IMG_5713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647074614387088562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-l010vsQqU/Tl5wcTqrHLI/AAAAAAAADUo/pLsEzNR8480/s400/IMG_5713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us. Once again, it had been a long day! We have been able to spend so much time at the lake this year. We are really going to miss it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-3000949531276042055?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3000949531276042055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=3000949531276042055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3000949531276042055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3000949531276042055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunset-at-lake.html' title='Sunset at the Lake'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uW9NVpHh7aY/Tl5wc5z0S0I/AAAAAAAADU4/YPO-xzB8L60/s72-c/IMG_5719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-6265040687745293242</id><published>2011-08-31T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:31:31.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The blue board I believe was my Grandpa Cyril's creation - a sled turned into something you can ride behind the boat. When I was little there was a skiing progression that we all followed - the blueboard, then the knee board, then two ski's, then one ski and eventually the one ski was replaced by the wake board. At one time I could ski on one ski, but as soon as the wake board replaced that I switched to it (the wake board hurts a lot less than one ski and is much easier). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, the next generation began this progression this last weekend. They were all so cute! Kylan and Evan were pretty serious the whole time, but Mya was pretty fearless! She totally skipped her knees and went straight from her belly to standing and grandpa wasn't quite ready, but she kept her balance well and even sat on it facing backwards at one point!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WevPcDaK_T4/Tl5uivWJDSI/AAAAAAAADUg/mRDv_03VwVk/s1600/IMG_5702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647072525873122594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WevPcDaK_T4/Tl5uivWJDSI/AAAAAAAADUg/mRDv_03VwVk/s400/IMG_5702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know if Evan or Ky would've gone without the other one. Sometimes peer pressure is a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McW5iAqiW-g/Tl5uiRJCgtI/AAAAAAAADUY/az98hD5DTT0/s1600/IMG_5697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647072517765104338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McW5iAqiW-g/Tl5uiRJCgtI/AAAAAAAADUY/az98hD5DTT0/s400/IMG_5697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is Kylan looking so proud of himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3tCoseKx8KA/Tl5uiP49ekI/AAAAAAAADUQ/axwFPwYCvuk/s1600/IMG_5691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647072517429230146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3tCoseKx8KA/Tl5uiP49ekI/AAAAAAAADUQ/axwFPwYCvuk/s400/IMG_5691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-6265040687745293242?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6265040687745293242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=6265040687745293242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6265040687745293242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6265040687745293242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/08/blue-board.html' title='The Blue Board'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WevPcDaK_T4/Tl5uivWJDSI/AAAAAAAADUg/mRDv_03VwVk/s72-c/IMG_5702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-6161942905955242500</id><published>2011-08-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T08:55:49.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>Because it's my birthday, and I like Justin Timberlake and I like all of these songs. Check it out, it's pretty good &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/NjMkSKNuVhQ"&gt;http://youtu.be/NjMkSKNuVhQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-6161942905955242500?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6161942905955242500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=6161942905955242500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6161942905955242500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6161942905955242500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-1208737722517000556</id><published>2011-08-24T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:33:22.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What We've Been Up To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had a crazy, busy and fun summer - thus very little posting! I have been terrible about taking pictures though, so I snapped a few this morning so I would have something to blog! Mya and Kylan have been busy playing outside with Abby, playing with cousins, going to the lake and hanging out in the house when it's took hot outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---WhEAOvi50/TlVbC8tR0iI/AAAAAAAADUI/Pm7YQhybdZM/s1600/IMG_5678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644517814192689698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---WhEAOvi50/TlVbC8tR0iI/AAAAAAAADUI/Pm7YQhybdZM/s400/IMG_5678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They really like to try to catch butterflies. Kylan has only been successful once (he was SOOOO excited), but they keep trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr6Z_jAA2-o/TlVbC5gFyrI/AAAAAAAADUA/_6JXUfi8Auo/s1600/IMG_5681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644517813332069042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr6Z_jAA2-o/TlVbC5gFyrI/AAAAAAAADUA/_6JXUfi8Auo/s400/IMG_5681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They've been very patient with their puppy Abby who is still very much a puppy even though she is getting so big! She and Mya especially have a love/hate relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Urys1EMCvOw/TlVanr9eTnI/AAAAAAAADT4/qQitvFWj2nU/s1600/IMG_5680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644517345840746098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Urys1EMCvOw/TlVanr9eTnI/AAAAAAAADT4/qQitvFWj2nU/s400/IMG_5680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylan is getting ready to start pre-school in a couple weeks. I told him yesterday that next week he gets to go meet Mrs. Stark and then the next week he officially starts. He had the funniest look on his face and I asked him what that face means, he told me he was making that face because he was "just so excited". I think he is really going to enjoy school! Braden and Kylan are finally old enough for sleepovers, so everytime they are together they are always trying to figure out how they can spend the night at each others houses! It's pretty funny! He is also counting down the days until it is September because that is when dove season opens and he can go dove hunting with his dad (no he doesn't shoot yet, but he pretends to and he loves to pick up his dads shells).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kr-mGLyUzr0/TlVanJBLP8I/AAAAAAAADTw/Zn1m5nyfwrs/s1600/IMG_5677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644517336461033410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kr-mGLyUzr0/TlVanJBLP8I/AAAAAAAADTw/Zn1m5nyfwrs/s400/IMG_5677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit is just busy turning into a little boy. He is working on walking. He would be a little better at it if he had more than one speed - he just tries to run and so he face plants pretty quickly, but the few times he has gone slow he has taken quite a few steps! He can point at what he wants now and he is trying to say more. He can also follow some directions which is nice! His favorite words right now are "hi" "ut-oh" "bye" (while waving) "mama" and of course "dada". He also loves to do patty cake and give fives and bump it (with sound effects). He is just such a sweet heart, except that he will only give dad kisses, no one else and only once-in-awhile with dad even! But he is the smiliest thing ever and is so happy most of the time (unless other people try to pick him up, I don't know why all my kids are like this, but they are)! He just follows his brother and sister every where and thinks he is as big as them!&lt;br /&gt;Kylan reading to Emmit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5ZCYrHn09g/TlVam8PmX_I/AAAAAAAADTo/z_uYuxXXp80/s1600/IMG_5672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644517333031870450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5ZCYrHn09g/TlVam8PmX_I/AAAAAAAADTo/z_uYuxXXp80/s400/IMG_5672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have also spent a lot of time working on our old house in town. Our renter moved out the end of June and so ever since then we have been working on and off here while looking for new renters. Luckily we finally found some new ones and they are moving in tomorrow! Along with having some electrical work done, we did some cosmetic work and then LOTS of cleaning! Here are some pics I took to put on craigslist. I like the one of the kitchen because Emmit is in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XSeG75w79I/TlVampH-4SI/AAAAAAAADTg/jAZSYSbJAUA/s1600/IMG_5663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644517327899648290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XSeG75w79I/TlVampH-4SI/AAAAAAAADTg/jAZSYSbJAUA/s400/IMG_5663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we painted the living room and dining room. They were the same green as the kitchen, but we decided to paint over it because (1) it needed to be painted and (2) a lot of people didn't really care for the green! Thanks to my dad and Tonya this went pretty quickly! Also, Laine helped us out with a lot of other things around the house, like removing a couple pine trees from the back yard and re-grouting around the sink in the kitchen. The kids were also very patient and good most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B4HQUtw8noU/TlVamdVXUvI/AAAAAAAADTY/lKaLfyZL8oY/s1600/IMG_5657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644517324734550770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B4HQUtw8noU/TlVamdVXUvI/AAAAAAAADTY/lKaLfyZL8oY/s400/IMG_5657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-1208737722517000556?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1208737722517000556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=1208737722517000556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1208737722517000556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1208737722517000556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What We&apos;ve Been Up To'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---WhEAOvi50/TlVbC8tR0iI/AAAAAAAADUI/Pm7YQhybdZM/s72-c/IMG_5678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-2746091008085927346</id><published>2011-08-17T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:52:52.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking!!!</title><content type='html'>While I was in Reno yesterday with my mom, Carissa and Leah Emmit took his first steps with his dad and Aunt Tonya. He can only take a couple before he falls mainly because he thinks he can run already! I'm so excited for him! Pics will be coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-2746091008085927346?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2746091008085927346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=2746091008085927346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2746091008085927346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2746091008085927346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/08/walking.html' title='Walking!!!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-7173622511351741925</id><published>2011-08-12T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:55:44.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Lake Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brett, Teri, Kyle, Carly, Bill and Cam spent another week out at the lake (well the first week for Kyle and Carly, but the second for the rest) and so we were able to go out one full day and then every night after work. It was a lot of fun! Here are pics from the day we were there all day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFjc1ytDcYA/TkVZhnTYSyI/AAAAAAAADTQ/HBctLhrgasU/s1600/IMG_5647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640012542372236066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFjc1ytDcYA/TkVZhnTYSyI/AAAAAAAADTQ/HBctLhrgasU/s400/IMG_5647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit just loves the beach more and more everytime we go out. He heads straight for the water now as soon as we get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-TWfOq4efk/TkVZWAY3UYI/AAAAAAAADTI/i0FDPbGAjag/s1600/IMG_5648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640012342947697026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-TWfOq4efk/TkVZWAY3UYI/AAAAAAAADTI/i0FDPbGAjag/s400/IMG_5648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Kyle was so great and fished with the two older kids. Mya didn't last long, but Kylan was glued to his side the whole time he fished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQWw9zQL26g/TkVZV2W7hPI/AAAAAAAADTA/gG4XKmWeo6k/s1600/IMG_5651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640012340255229170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQWw9zQL26g/TkVZV2W7hPI/AAAAAAAADTA/gG4XKmWeo6k/s400/IMG_5651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkgB13wXf2c/TkVZVuJjw7I/AAAAAAAADS4/ZugSOhBDInU/s1600/IMG_5652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640012338051662770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkgB13wXf2c/TkVZVuJjw7I/AAAAAAAADS4/ZugSOhBDInU/s400/IMG_5652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He even let Ky reel in his first fish. Kylan was so excited!!! He even touched the fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DA2SzENUmrU/TkVZVTtH-mI/AAAAAAAADSw/xQ-u-0pPShk/s1600/IMG_5653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640012330953079394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DA2SzENUmrU/TkVZVTtH-mI/AAAAAAAADSw/xQ-u-0pPShk/s400/IMG_5653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mya had fun taking rides in the Kayak with whoever would take her. She would sing "Row row row your boat" and "twinkle twinkle little star" the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCaF4dxp81o/TkVZVB2ZZWI/AAAAAAAADSo/hsfUc2bMZhU/s1600/IMG_5654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640012326160131426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCaF4dxp81o/TkVZVB2ZZWI/AAAAAAAADSo/hsfUc2bMZhU/s400/IMG_5654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And at the end of the day when I took Mya out on a jet ski ride she fell sound asleep. It was pretty funny, I kept noticing that her head was getting lower and lower until she was face down on the seat. Of course we all snapped a few pics before we got her off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-7173622511351741925?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7173622511351741925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=7173622511351741925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7173622511351741925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7173622511351741925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-lake-fun.html' title='More Lake Fun'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFjc1ytDcYA/TkVZhnTYSyI/AAAAAAAADTQ/HBctLhrgasU/s72-c/IMG_5647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-5029758184946064624</id><published>2011-08-08T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T11:07:23.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Emmit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's really hard for me to believe that this little guy is already 1!!! Where did the time go?? I know I've said that about both Mya and Kylan, but this time I am really wondering where the time has gone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lat1RzRIlt8/TkAe2sHVkvI/AAAAAAAADSg/pIdWekMZZIc/s1600/41311_10150232228940062_769890061_13993133_1945773_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638540658371564274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lat1RzRIlt8/TkAe2sHVkvI/AAAAAAAADSg/pIdWekMZZIc/s400/41311_10150232228940062_769890061_13993133_1945773_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boy who started out as my smallest yet, is definitly not the smallest anymore. I'm afraid he and Ky will be wearing the same size before I know it. He is just a big kid - tall, big and strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5idBXHaPXnY/TkAe2ZnoouI/AAAAAAAADSY/iUBhLsgbd4c/s1600/IMG_4907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638540653406757602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5idBXHaPXnY/TkAe2ZnoouI/AAAAAAAADSY/iUBhLsgbd4c/s400/IMG_4907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he is such a sweet baby - like his older brother in that way - and he loves to smile and laugh. He also gets shy very easily and I love when he makes his shy face when people talk to him. Melts my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yQTNtZK9twI/TkAe2XiYTnI/AAAAAAAADSQ/Wwg9btLDNYY/s1600/IMG_4938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638540652847844978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yQTNtZK9twI/TkAe2XiYTnI/AAAAAAAADSQ/Wwg9btLDNYY/s400/IMG_4938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's favorite people (other than mom) are his big brother, big sister and of course his dad. But he is definitly a momma's boy! Tim always jokes that he only uses him as a way to get to me. However, now that he is weaned, he is bonding with his dad a lot more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here are the customary messy first birthday pictures. He loved having everyone sing to him and was pretty clean compared to my other two eating his cupcake. Once he got started though he inhaled the whole cupcake in like 30 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEjKlPebEdE/TkAcc7xhAFI/AAAAAAAADRs/i5gLqKX1Zog/s1600/IMG_5635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638538016875151442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEjKlPebEdE/TkAcc7xhAFI/AAAAAAAADRs/i5gLqKX1Zog/s400/IMG_5635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iqsMiDwpi6w/TkAccoNp8QI/AAAAAAAADRk/gMDabwCA0WM/s1600/IMG_5636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638538011624468738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iqsMiDwpi6w/TkAccoNp8QI/AAAAAAAADRk/gMDabwCA0WM/s400/IMG_5636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhS6P7uRYkw/TkAccqoV4fI/AAAAAAAADRc/R5gJetcd8TA/s1600/IMG_5638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638538012273271282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhS6P7uRYkw/TkAccqoV4fI/AAAAAAAADRc/R5gJetcd8TA/s400/IMG_5638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpyFIUAShXQ/TkAccZyBMWI/AAAAAAAADRU/cobZtRYiwso/s1600/IMG_5639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638538007750455650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpyFIUAShXQ/TkAccZyBMWI/AAAAAAAADRU/cobZtRYiwso/s400/IMG_5639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIKJgAbssM8/TkAccGbKstI/AAAAAAAADRM/2JMSJ6mSRCA/s1600/IMG_5640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638538002554335954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIKJgAbssM8/TkAccGbKstI/AAAAAAAADRM/2JMSJ6mSRCA/s400/IMG_5640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some of the things Emmit can do or likes to do at 1 year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves steering wheels. He rides on my lap down to the barn or down to Grandma and Grandpas and he stands up holding onto the steering wheel the whole time we are driving. He also does it when he rides in the dump truck with Tim. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to play in the water at the beach. He loves to crawl into it, but he crawls with his bum in the air so his knees don't get in the sand. It's so cute!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;After weeks of trying to teach him, he figured out during his party last night how to crawl DOWN the stairs! He was so happy this morning because he loves to crawl up to the landing and play and now he can get down by himself!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to eat cold cereal for breakfast, frozen chicken nuggets or hot dogs for lunch and really anything for dinner (although I think that meat loaf and brocolli are probably his favorite).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to watch the kids and the puppy out of the windows when they are playing outside. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to open and close things - drawers, cupboards, doors, etc - but he rarely pulls things out which is awesome!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He already wants my soda whenever I have one, but he doesn't like the way it tastes and always spits it out! I guess he just wants to do what I am doing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He hardly ever sleeps in the car unless he is REALLY tired!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He says momma, dada, hi, ut oh, stop, done, and grammy (but grandma has only heard that)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can point to things that he wants or where he wants to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to wrestle and if you lay down he will come up and "tackle" you complete with sound effects!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This morning for his birthday he woke up with a cold:( poor baby!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He hasn't even tried to walk yet, but he is really good at cruising. I'm okay with him still crawling - at least he can't run from me yet!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We love you Emmit and are so happy that you are part of our family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6527181440544727870-5029758184946064624?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5029758184946064624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=5029758184946064624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5029758184946064624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5029758184946064624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-emmit.html' title='Happy Birthday Emmit'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lat1RzRIlt8/TkAe2sHVkvI/AAAAAAAADSg/pIdWekMZZIc/s72-c/41311_10150232228940062_769890061_13993133_1945773_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-5457484354612474619</id><published>2011-08-08T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T09:35:50.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins &amp; Our Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys in their matching outfits. I definitly didn't get my brothers good picture taking genes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmrrzcnjFlI/TkAPSFwDYtI/AAAAAAAADQ8/gMEPlB1F1gQ/s1600/IMG_5634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638523536923648722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmrrzcnjFlI/TkAPSFwDYtI/AAAAAAAADQ8/gMEPlB1F1gQ/s400/IMG_5634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIETzlxvXiw/TkAPSAwAKOI/AAAAAAAADQ0/qr5kFMO4D-8/s1600/IMG_5633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638523535581260002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIETzlxvXiw/TkAPSAwAKOI/AAAAAAAADQ0/qr5kFMO4D-8/s400/IMG_5633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylan took this picture of Evan. Evan said, "Kyky, take a picture of me up here." And then he made this pose! I was cracking up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3wlzp2J1Qs/TkAPRwxMSJI/AAAAAAAADQs/XWRryimUVPs/s1600/IMG_5631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638523531291281554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3wlzp2J1Qs/TkAPRwxMSJI/AAAAAAAADQs/XWRryimUVPs/s400/IMG_5631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was trying to take a pic of the kids with our puppy Abby, but Kylan was mad because he wanted to take the picture and Mya was more into watching the puppy than the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt5eHho6Ab4/TkAPR0jRoUI/AAAAAAAADQk/waET9fJcR4M/s1600/IMG_5624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638523532306653506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt5eHho6Ab4/TkAPR0jRoUI/AAAAAAAADQk/waET9fJcR4M/s400/IMG_5624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice that Stinky Bunny is in the picture. Yes she still carries it around and sleeps with it, Stinky bear and her Minnie Mouse every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-chUM0Iz9Oqw/TkAPRgNAZnI/AAAAAAAADQc/UiNUR9qlc5c/s1600/IMG_5623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638523526844540530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-chUM0Iz9Oqw/TkAPRgNAZnI/AAAAAAAADQc/UiNUR9qlc5c/s400/IMG_5623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These three sure have a lot of fun together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-5457484354612474619?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5457484354612474619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=5457484354612474619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5457484354612474619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5457484354612474619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/08/cousins-our-dog.html' title='Cousins &amp; Our Dog'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmrrzcnjFlI/TkAPSFwDYtI/AAAAAAAADQ8/gMEPlB1F1gQ/s72-c/IMG_5634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-8181402357513470075</id><published>2011-07-30T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:55:36.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout Camp Top 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTKp-PQizHk/TjSnn97PEfI/AAAAAAAADP0/zaIJcXNNePQ/s1600/IMG_5621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635313338827084274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTKp-PQizHk/TjSnn97PEfI/AAAAAAAADP0/zaIJcXNNePQ/s400/IMG_5621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim left LAST Saturday for Scout Camp and got home today at about 1pm. That is why there has been such a shocking lack of posts on here - we have been in survival mode at this house. And, although I took lots of pics on my phone to send to Tim, I never took any with my camera until he got home today. Here is a highlight list of what we did/happened while Tim was gone. There was really never a dull moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Not sleeping in past 6am at all this week. Even after the first few nights when kids kept getting up (Emmit was up for a whole hour one night), either Ky or Mya made sure I wasn't able to sleep past 6am. Couple that with not being able to fall asleep until after 11pm, and I pretty much had a dull headache everyday all day. Lots of diet Coke was consumed at my house this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Being taught patience this week, and I wasn't a very willing student for the first half or so, trust me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Somehow losing the remote to my car while at the park with the kids when the remote, attached to my keys, had been in my pocket the whole time. Awesomeness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Emmit playing in the pool at grandma's in the nudies. So stinkin' cute! I love nudie babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Going to lunch with my parents, Kort and Jess and Lacy. Carissa was so nice to stay home with the other three so that I could get a little break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Emmit sprouting a tooth. Although exciting in one sense, stressful in another since Tim was gone. I held him and walked around during pretty much all of church on Sunday and that night I discovered the tooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Tim telling me about their final camp fire thing where they retired an old flag (pretty cool) and then put their arms around each others shoulders and swayed back and forth to "I'm proud to be an American". I laughed so hard, and laughed several more times just thinking about it. I am about to laugh right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Locking Emmit in the house and Kylan, Mya and I out. It was about 9am. Only Kylan had shoes on. I walked into Brett and Teri's crying, makeup running down my face (I had just applied my mascara) and they were having a meeting with all the milkers. The lady giving the presentation I think thought I was crazy. Everything turned out fine, Laine was able to open a window before the locksmith got there and Emmit only cried the last few minutes and I had just put the gate up blocking the stairs, so I felt pretty confident that he would be okay. Brett and Teri now have a spare key so that will never happen again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The day Mya wore her swimsuite all day long. She played in a pool at playgroup, then didn't want to change and I didn't see a need to since she was going to play in the kiddie pools at grandma's house that night anyway. Plus she is so cute in her suite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. All of my wonderful family who did so much to help me this week! Grandma's and Grandpa's who fed us and let us come over at night so I could have some help before bed time, Gav &amp;amp; Rayanne for taking Ky for a few hours for me so I could have a little break, Laine for breaking into my house so I didn't have to pay an arm and a leg to have my door unlocked and I could get to my crying baby, Tonya, Rachel and Derild for calling and checking on me, Bill for taking Ky with him to do chores, Kort and Jessie for helping whenever I needed it, Lynne for Sonic drinks in the afternoon and Carissa for being the kids slave for 3 days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-8181402357513470075?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8181402357513470075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=8181402357513470075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8181402357513470075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8181402357513470075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/07/scout-camp-top-10.html' title='Scout Camp Top 10'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTKp-PQizHk/TjSnn97PEfI/AAAAAAAADP0/zaIJcXNNePQ/s72-c/IMG_5621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-6631968996712522266</id><published>2011-07-24T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T13:40:51.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tooth!</title><content type='html'>The mystery behind Emmit's crankiness for the last week or so has been solved - he has a tooth! Earlier yesterday he was chewing on my leg and I thought I felt something sharp, but didn't stop to investigate. Later that evening I finally did and surprise - HE HAS A TOOTH! This is new for us to have a child start teething before their first birthday, and although he is only a couple weeks from being 1 (how is that possible???) he still made it! And with how cranky he still is I'm sure more aren't far behind (did I mention Tim left for Scout Camp yesterday and won't be back until NEXT Saturday, ya wish me luck)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-6631968996712522266?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6631968996712522266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=6631968996712522266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6631968996712522266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6631968996712522266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/07/tooth.html' title='A Tooth!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-1499760419041554085</id><published>2011-07-08T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T19:11:05.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a lot of people in Northern Nevada, the term "The Lake" refers to Tahoe. For me and my family it's Lahontan Dam. Who needs ice cold Tahoe when warm Lahontan is nearby? Anyway, my family has always gone every Saturday for as long as I can remember, while Tim's family prefers the week days when it is less crowded and go for about a week camping there every year for probably as long as he can remember. Well, combine the two and the kids and I spent 6 of the last 7 days at the Lake and we had so much fun! Saturday and Monday were spent with my family and then Tuesday - Thursday were spent with the Sorensens. I of course forgot my camera every day except today, so that is what I have pics of. But, before we get to the lake pics, we were able to participate in the making of an educational video on dairys early this morning. One of the shots they wanted was all the kids with a calf in the field. Of course the cleanest calf was the craziest one, but the shots turned out great and the kids had a lot of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7m-ISqQZlI/ThexbZLiADI/AAAAAAAADOU/v9y2fJJ-It4/s1600/IMG_5593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627161343596560434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7m-ISqQZlI/ThexbZLiADI/AAAAAAAADOU/v9y2fJJ-It4/s400/IMG_5593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit became pretty comfortable with the water in the last week. We had to watch him because he would crawl out into it until it was up to his face! He loved to just hang out at the waters edge and splash and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jD6kAbOiCuw/ThexbPnmTUI/AAAAAAAADOM/XhcDHc4sWQY/s1600/IMG_5598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627161341029928258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jD6kAbOiCuw/ThexbPnmTUI/AAAAAAAADOM/XhcDHc4sWQY/s400/IMG_5598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of pics of him because he is facsinated by the camera right now and so he was the only one who would pause long enough for me to take a picture. I have a lot of shots of Kylan and Mya's backs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlAjhYPvDQs/Thexa9-dFeI/AAAAAAAADOE/cv64UAEz2vo/s1600/IMG_5600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627161336293955042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlAjhYPvDQs/Thexa9-dFeI/AAAAAAAADOE/cv64UAEz2vo/s400/IMG_5600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylan hanging out in the motor home (or airplane as he liked to pretend he was) and yes his cheeks are sun burnt and have blisters - he never leaves the water!!! So after so many days, no matter how much we reapplied (and trust me we did) his poor skin had had it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A1zYP061noM/ThexaWLz6xI/AAAAAAAADN8/zobqvm4aeLo/s1600/IMG_5602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627161325612559122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A1zYP061noM/ThexaWLz6xI/AAAAAAAADN8/zobqvm4aeLo/s400/IMG_5602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmit and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtYSSuyNd3U/ThewjmkMssI/AAAAAAAADN0/lwkkJ7YfiTs/s1600/IMG_5610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627160385117008578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtYSSuyNd3U/ThewjmkMssI/AAAAAAAADN0/lwkkJ7YfiTs/s400/IMG_5610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mya's back (see told you, she was too busy playing to ever look at the camera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc3vR0nTiSY/ThewjceDT7I/AAAAAAAADNs/zB2G-I8jtFs/s1600/IMG_5613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627160382406873010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc3vR0nTiSY/ThewjceDT7I/AAAAAAAADNs/zB2G-I8jtFs/s400/IMG_5613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmit on the jet ski. He is still too little for a ride, but he loved it when grandma sat him on it for a few minutes between riders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627169218199657682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dWU9eY8KXoE/The4lwXNnNI/AAAAAAAADOc/SUonUOSZt7E/s400/IMG_5616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa taking Braden and Kylan on a ride. Kylan would only ride with grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627160375808854386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQpb9seX1T4/ThewjD49iXI/AAAAAAAADNc/BAFXdmIsL4M/s400/IMG_5618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this picture really sums up how all of us are feeling right now! I had sat Emmit in the chair with a towel and a cracker and next thing we knew his head was bobbing and then he was out. Poor little guy had had it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CgrjPD6udi4/ThewizU0fOI/AAAAAAAADNU/hXBO05naRkE/s1600/IMG_5620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627160371362299106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CgrjPD6udi4/ThewizU0fOI/AAAAAAAADNU/hXBO05naRkE/s400/IMG_5620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Highlights of the week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Watching Kent wake board! Kylan loved his flips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I wake boarded for the first time in two years and I still could get up the first time! Kylan wouldn't watch me though, he said only boys wake board and was mad I had gone . . . little stinker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Having 4 out of my 5 siblings together at the lake. We missed you Kort and Jessie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Finding out I will be getting a neice around Christmas time - congrats Kort and Jessie (good excuse to not be there)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Brett wearing his tennis shoes at the lake - always kills me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The huge waves everyone played in when it got super windy on Wednesday . . . but not being covered in the tiny green bugs that suddenly appeared when the wind started (really gross).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Brett trying to figure out Rayanne's lounge chair . . . that was obviously made for little people like Rayanne!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Learning how to drive the jet ski. I finally did it and now I am addicted! Kylan wouldn't ride on it with me though (he would only ride with grandpa), but Mya and I took a ride together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The night Kylan slept from 6:30 at night until 6:00 the next morning. We tried to wake him up for dinner when we got home, but there was no waking the kid. He was exhausted! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-1499760419041554085?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1499760419041554085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=1499760419041554085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1499760419041554085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1499760419041554085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/07/lake.html' title='The Lake'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7m-ISqQZlI/ThexbZLiADI/AAAAAAAADOU/v9y2fJJ-It4/s72-c/IMG_5593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-2667481956542958003</id><published>2011-06-26T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T14:39:37.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 17: Something that means a lot to me . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these people right here . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622643704506850498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GwcAh2rM1ig/TgekqMG3nMI/AAAAAAAADMo/u7klo3o7EvM/s400/IMG_5583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but especially this handsome guy right here . . . (picture by Kylan before church today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622643719440120706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfO5H_NhMjE/TgekrDvPO4I/AAAAAAAADNA/yMMJdQ5prP4/s400/IMG_5580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that there isn't any such thing as a "soul mate", but I can't imagine myself happy with anyone other than Tim (I guess that's how it should be in a marriage). Our marriage is the most important thing to me and it means everything to me! And without him I wouldn't have my three beautiful children, that drive me crazy yet make me so happy at the same time. My family has always been very important to me also. I feel that if they are who I am going to be with for forever, then I better put a lot of work into developing good relationships with them! So, if I had a picture with all of my family (siblings, parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc) it would be on here too (and it would be a very large picture)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some more shots from our morning photo shoot. Mya kept just closing her eyes, not because of a flash (there was no flash), just because. Then Ky thought it would be funny to do also. Once I threatened to not brin snacks for sacrament meeting, they quit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zLjpR4xgIog/TgekrlBZGCI/AAAAAAAADNI/aHURkOEmyys/s1600/IMG_5582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622643728374634530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zLjpR4xgIog/TgekrlBZGCI/AAAAAAAADNI/aHURkOEmyys/s400/IMG_5582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylan wanted to take some pics, so here is one of the better ones he took of Mya, Emmit and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622643713595494498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXUoF6dKUR8/Tgekqt9xUGI/AAAAAAAADM4/3YcSwfmXrb4/s400/IMG_5574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And my two handsome boys. I love this picture (especially Ky's glasses that he only wears in the house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-niR3vdf3UUU/TgekqSyeGZI/AAAAAAAADMw/olrcsEU7JUo/s1600/IMG_5572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622643706300340626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-niR3vdf3UUU/TgekqSyeGZI/AAAAAAAADMw/olrcsEU7JUo/s400/IMG_5572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-2667481956542958003?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2667481956542958003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=2667481956542958003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2667481956542958003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2667481956542958003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-17.html' title='Day 17'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GwcAh2rM1ig/TgekqMG3nMI/AAAAAAAADMo/u7klo3o7EvM/s72-c/IMG_5583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-4784689825607082098</id><published>2011-06-16T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:29:57.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 16: What's in my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yK8lDLUCOR0/TfqBaxNsTAI/AAAAAAAADMY/Olztu1blPi0/s1600/IMG_5570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618945781985463298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yK8lDLUCOR0/TfqBaxNsTAI/AAAAAAAADMY/Olztu1blPi0/s400/IMG_5570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618945789646960770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-doIUy4LiHiA/TfqBbNwVeII/AAAAAAAADMg/cBYQCYjOsG4/s400/IMG_5571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The real question is, what's not in my purse! With three kids I try to be prepared for anything, and then there are those extra things that end up in there somehow. On this day I happen to have diapers, a pull up, a onsie, little snack things for Emmit, random toys for him also, my wallet, wipes, a pair of Emmit's shorts (which came in handy for Mya on this day) and Emmit's flip-flops that luckily I got for like $2 because he has yet to keep them on for more than a few minutes (I should know by now that it is a waste of money to buy shoes for my kids until they are walking because none of them will keep them on before then). I'm sure there is also a plethora of crumbs at the bottom of the bag. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny story, we (meaning my brothers and I) used to make so much fun of my mom for the contents of her purse. It was always filled with Klinex (used, unused, freely floating around) and she could never chew a whole stick of gum because it made her gag (yep, I inherited that also probably because of the teasing), so there would always be a pack of half-sticks of gum in her purse with fuz from her Klinex's stuck to the ripped part. We had many laughs over this!!! On a more appetizing note, she also liked to keep tic-tac's in her purse, and not the mint ones but the good orange ones and she would pull them out during church and pass them around. As a result, I never have Klinex or gum in my purse, but I do try to keep some kind of candy or fruit snack in my purse for emergency's with the kids (or me:).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My grandma Adams always had junior mints in her purse, and a little coin purse that weighed about 20lbs! And I know that my kids will always remember that Grandma Teri always has life-saver mints in her purse during church just for them. Trust me, those mints have saved many lives during church!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-4784689825607082098?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4784689825607082098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=4784689825607082098&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4784689825607082098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4784689825607082098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-16.html' title='Day 16'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yK8lDLUCOR0/TfqBaxNsTAI/AAAAAAAADMY/Olztu1blPi0/s72-c/IMG_5570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-3597400569603673088</id><published>2011-06-13T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T14:00:05.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ta4oYHKBja4/TfZ6D97jhaI/AAAAAAAADMQ/u9TcjbvQX6E/s1600/IMG_5556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617811793773823394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ta4oYHKBja4/TfZ6D97jhaI/AAAAAAAADMQ/u9TcjbvQX6E/s400/IMG_5556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617811786769472498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMUw2tZyXVA/TfZ6Dj1lm_I/AAAAAAAADMI/XfgwhC7Z1w8/s400/IMG_5554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 15: Something I crave a lot . . . Wow, where to begin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* When I was pregnant with Kylan I craved those little cutie oranges. I think I could eat a whole 5lb bag in one day. I also craved Sonic diet Vanilla Cokes a lot because I was really good and never drank diet while pregnant with him, and rarely drank caffeine. After gaining A LOT of weight with him and having him be over 8lbs (caffeine is supposed to lower birthweight) I didn't follow those rules with the other two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*With Mya I craved BLT's. We had them at least twice a week for dinner and then I probably ate them 3+ times for lunch each week. They have never tasted as good as they did that summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*With Emmit it was sweets. Espeically my Great Aunt Janette's bunt cake. I could eat the whole thing myself (and almost did several times). I also craved Cinnabears, but could never find them anywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*With every pregnancy I craved nachos. Not the kind you make at home, but the kind you get at a gas station or basketball game with jalepenos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Things I crave on a normal basis: my mom's cupcakes, pickles, peach cobbler, Sonic diet Vanilla Coke, just plain ice cold diet Coke in a can, steak and potatoes, orange julius, anything from Maddox's (I try to plan trips just so I can go here, and I haven't been able to go in a very long time), spicy food, homemade bread, and a million other thing! &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/6527181440544727870-3597400569603673088?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3597400569603673088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=3597400569603673088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3597400569603673088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3597400569603673088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-15.html' title='Day 15'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ta4oYHKBja4/TfZ6D97jhaI/AAAAAAAADMQ/u9TcjbvQX6E/s72-c/IMG_5556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-2556690961470452058</id><published>2011-06-12T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T17:59:26.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 14: A photo of something that makes me happy. Well, I have three pictures of things that make me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homemade Bread. I love it. I really love all bread, even plain old white bread from the store (it's my favorite snack), but the homemade kind is the best. Since I had to stay home from church again this week because Emmit is sick, or teething - either way he is misserable - I decided to make my favorite homemade bread that I haven't made in a long time. Not only was I excited, but Ky and Tim were pretty happy about it also! Here are Ky and Mya enjoying their cinnamon twist bread - or frosting bread as Ky calls it. There were 4 loaves of bread, notice that there are only 2 1/2 left in this pic. That's why I don't make it often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTxN8oIs_F0/TfVd2YCkBzI/AAAAAAAADLw/18ufA1j8DIA/s1600/IMG_5563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617499298962081586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTxN8oIs_F0/TfVd2YCkBzI/AAAAAAAADLw/18ufA1j8DIA/s400/IMG_5563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is what happened when I sat down to blog this. We have 4 couches, a recliner, playroom, large yard and plenty of other square footage, and this is where we all are (except Emmit who is napping, but trust me he would want to be here also). It makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617499302756115362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GK0sNdBnAE/TfVd2mLIY6I/AAAAAAAADL4/9dPDVGakPv8/s400/IMG_5566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And the last one, my kids ready to go to the lake. We went for the first time this summer yesterday. Going to the lake makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617499304886008978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KN_rnthJOd0/TfVd2uG7_JI/AAAAAAAADMA/wF_MV_cTIG4/s400/IMG_5552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was really a miracle that we even made it out yesterday, but we were determined and we weren't there long, but we made it and we had fun. As mentioned before, Emmit is sick or teething (I'm hoping/leaning towards teething). He is very fussy and by that I mean that he is happy for about 10-15 min after waking up, and then cries the rest of the time. I was hoping that going to the lake would make him happy (being outside usually helps), so I continued to get everyone ready through his continual crying and refusal to take a nap. My parents called and said we would be leaving soon, then called a few minutes later to let me know that mice had gotten into the boat during the winter so they had to clean out everything. If you know my dad and how nicely he keeps his things, especially his boat you know what a tragedy this is. They have never gotten into the boat. They get it all cleaned up, then my dad checks things to make sure everything is okay since it's been winterized and he finds that the people who did had left the key on, meaning the battery is dead. We eventually make it out at about 11am and while there my dad discovers there are still mice in the boat (thank goodness I never saw them) so he will be setting traps in there. It was fun, except that Emmit cried pretty much the whole time. I'm hoping next week is a little better!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-2556690961470452058?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2556690961470452058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=2556690961470452058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2556690961470452058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2556690961470452058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTxN8oIs_F0/TfVd2YCkBzI/AAAAAAAADLw/18ufA1j8DIA/s72-c/IMG_5563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-6669926474624639122</id><published>2011-06-08T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T13:45:49.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13/Conversations with Rob and Aaron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 13: Something you never leave the house without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jrPP53KYmMk/Te_dI-3CUZI/AAAAAAAADLo/0nMnM7FbI34/s1600/IMG_5531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615950406736826770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jrPP53KYmMk/Te_dI-3CUZI/AAAAAAAADLo/0nMnM7FbI34/s400/IMG_5531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one has been hard for me. I have thought about it for a couple days now and all I can come up with is my wallet. I always have it with me when I go anywhere. I may forget my diaper bag, my cell phone (although I am getting much better about keeping it by me, and charged), my sun glasses (which are lost right now, drats!) or a child (funny story, Tim and I almost left to church one day without Emmit when he was just a few weeks old) but I always have my wallet. I guess it's some kind of security thing. You never know when you might need to buy something, or have an ID!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny Kylan story time now. He is ALWAYS at work - even when he is home, he is always working. We have several play/old cellphones, and he always has one in his pocket. Guess who he always calls on it . . . not grandpa, or Uncle Gav or Dad . . . Rob and Aaron. This is an example of a typical conversation he has with Rob or Aaron:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ky: Mom, there's a cow out at the big dairy (after hanging up with someone who has called). I need to call Rob to see if he can get it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ky: Hey, Rob, there's a cow out at the big dairy. Can you get it in? (he pauses) Oh, you are, okay then I'll do it. Bye. Mom, Rob can't get the cow in, he's at Candy Lane, I've got to go. I'll be right back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning I saw the "little chopper" start coming down from the dairy through the dining room windows, so I told Ky it was coming. He was waiting at the front room windows to see it, but it must have stopped for something at the shed. After waiting awhile this is what he did:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ky: (talking on phone) Hey, Aaron, are we choppin' yet. (pause) Oh, okay you had to gas up the big guy. Ok, Bye. Mom, Aaron said he had to gas it up, but we are going to start chopping soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cracks me up all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-6669926474624639122?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6669926474624639122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=6669926474624639122&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6669926474624639122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6669926474624639122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-13conversations-with-rob-and-aaron.html' title='Day 13/Conversations with Rob and Aaron'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jrPP53KYmMk/Te_dI-3CUZI/AAAAAAAADLo/0nMnM7FbI34/s72-c/IMG_5531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-3730052047045092709</id><published>2011-06-06T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T19:57:15.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 12: A show I am addicted to right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am addicted to many shows on TV, but here are the top 8:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Modern Family&lt;/span&gt; - this is I think the funniest show on television right now. And no one can bag on it until they have seen it. It's great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;. No explanation needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Community&lt;/span&gt; - a study group at a community college with Chevy Chase and the host of "The Soup" - what more can you ask for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Outsourced&lt;/span&gt; - an American in India - who knew it could be so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr. Sunshine&lt;/span&gt; - apparently not too many other people liked this one because it was cancelled, but if it gets a second chance, you have to watch it. It's pretty funny! (Besides, we are die hard Friends fans, so we have to support Mathew Perry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Real Housewives of . . . .&lt;/span&gt; series on Bravo. Currently I am watching New York, New Jersey and the OC (which just had it's season finale last night).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pawn Stars&lt;/span&gt;. I love all the historical stuff they get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All My Children&lt;/span&gt; - My mom has been watching this since it started and I remember watching it with her growing up. As an adult I just watched it every now and then because it was on during Tim's lunch and of course he didn't want to watch it, but once we got DVR I started watching it everyday. Now they are cancelling it in September and I am VERY upset (words can't even express how upset I am), so I am savoring every last moment that I have to watch the show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cameron graduated from highschool this past weekend and Carly, Kyle, Rachel, Coralee and Carson all surprised him and came. It was so much fun to be able to hang out with everyone, and we had a couple good days of hanging out before everyone came down with the flu Saturday night/Sunday. Since we have CC Comm tv, we got graduation on tv, so us, Gav and Rayanne, Laine (Tonya had the flu) and the kids all watched it at our house after we had dinner with everyone. Afterwards everyone came back to our house for some home made ice-cream. Saturday we had Cam's grad party which was a lot of fun too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5UX6l8kukE/Te2PA9J5pXI/AAAAAAAADLY/QJ5MCfNQh54/s1600/IMG_5526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615301556979737970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5UX6l8kukE/Te2PA9J5pXI/AAAAAAAADLY/QJ5MCfNQh54/s400/IMG_5526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since graduation wasn't until 7:30 it was a late night for all the grandkids. Here are the older ones watching cartoons in Tim and my bed (Coralee, Leah, Braden, Kylan and Mya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HzSAPcWwjhg/Te2PAT_4JUI/AAAAAAAADLQ/SR3fHdl5WMw/s1600/IMG_5527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615301545931842882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HzSAPcWwjhg/Te2PAT_4JUI/AAAAAAAADLQ/SR3fHdl5WMw/s400/IMG_5527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson just hanging out. He was so good the whole time Rachel was at graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDta5NykeBI/Te2O_xBSIPI/AAAAAAAADLI/dqEG6gSy62E/s1600/IMG_5529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615301536542499058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDta5NykeBI/Te2O_xBSIPI/AAAAAAAADLI/dqEG6gSy62E/s400/IMG_5529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jocelyn kept climbing into Emmit's exersaucer. She was pretty funny!!&lt;br /&gt;And in more exciting news . . . EMMIT IS CRAWLING!!! It finally clicked about a week and a half ago. He is once again a happy baby (except when he has the flu). He is loving exploring everywhere, and is already learning not to go down the stairs (he has already been caught between the back of the couch and the stairs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zilQD4QUJA/Te2Orf1kFFI/AAAAAAAADLA/Bksn5b5gQYg/s1600/IMG_5536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615301188332557394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zilQD4QUJA/Te2Orf1kFFI/AAAAAAAADLA/Bksn5b5gQYg/s400/IMG_5536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-3730052047045092709?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3730052047045092709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=3730052047045092709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3730052047045092709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3730052047045092709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5UX6l8kukE/Te2PA9J5pXI/AAAAAAAADLY/QJ5MCfNQh54/s72-c/IMG_5526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-5930710530191675046</id><published>2011-06-02T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:45:14.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 11: A picture of the town you live in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've sort of changed this to pictures of the town I grew up in, since I get to live in that town now! I had grand plans for this post. I was going to drive around town with the kids one day and take pictures of them in front of each school Tim and I attended and other significant places in our lives. That never happened, I guess that's what happens when you have three kids and a life. Anyway, last night my wonderful hubby took Mya and Kylan to mutual with him so that I could go to the store with just Emmit and so before going to the store, he and I drove around and took pics from the car before it got to late and between grocery stores. AND, incase anyone saw me with Emmit at the store and noticed he had not pants on and thought I was a terrible mom, he pooped right down the leg of his pj's on the way to the first store, so don't judge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, without further ado, here is the town I live in and grew up in!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7idy-66CEg/TefC8kBIYpI/AAAAAAAADJo/IpB9usbdGV8/s1600/IMG_5515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613669806256972434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7idy-66CEg/TefC8kBIYpI/AAAAAAAADJo/IpB9usbdGV8/s400/IMG_5515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Cottage Schools, which is where both Tim and I attended kindergarten. Each building had two classrooms. I attended the middle building in the afternoons, and I believe Tim attended the building on the left in the mornings. I think that my dad even attended kindergarten here. I just remember him taking me to the school a few days before school started and him telling me that when the bell rang I was to run to get in line outside my classroom and then us practicing. I also remember him telling me that he always felt sad when he was in school because he had asthma so he couldn't run to get into line. It was later where they held pre school and now is offices. I believe this is considered a historical sight in the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-71gDZWb19K0/TefC8cBlcrI/AAAAAAAADJg/cK-1Suox1pk/s1600/IMG_5520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613669804111393458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-71gDZWb19K0/TefC8cBlcrI/AAAAAAAADJg/cK-1Suox1pk/s400/IMG_5520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For 1-3 grades we had "grade level schools" so Northside was first and second grade. Tim and I both went here as well. I took a picture of this part of the school because the wooden play equipment was there when I was in school there and I believe it's the only piece of original equipment. Also, My grandma Adams taught here and her classroom windows can be seen in this picture. I loved being able to go help her set up her room each year and take it down. It's also where I realized that I wanted to be a teacher someday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOpZA0G-e9o/TefC8Bp54cI/AAAAAAAADJY/mHwz1UzCR4k/s1600/IMG_5518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613669797032747458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOpZA0G-e9o/TefC8Bp54cI/AAAAAAAADJY/mHwz1UzCR4k/s400/IMG_5518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Tim and I were in 3rd grade Westend was 3rd and 4th, so this is where both of us went again. After 3rd grade all the schools were changed to K-6 schools, so Tim stayed here and I went back to Northside for the rest of elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_e9015JVQQ/TefC71C5cPI/AAAAAAAADJQ/qQp4RCGxFAA/s1600/IMG_5512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613669793647915250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_e9015JVQQ/TefC71C5cPI/AAAAAAAADJQ/qQp4RCGxFAA/s400/IMG_5512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In 7th grade we attended what is now named The Old High School (not Fallon's best naming moment). This is where my parents went to high school and my grandma and grandpa Schank and where my Grandpa Adams taught for many years. It was a ton of fun to go to school here. The building was so old and had so many cool things in it. I guess they are going to redo the whole interior and are even going to take out "the pit" which is the central part of the building where the stage is, many high school proms and dances have been held, and even was the basketball court when my grandparents attended. Very sad I think that they are going to do that. The Pit was the location of Tim and my first official date - Junior Prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-bhMPL3iFg/TefCZ5St1uI/AAAAAAAADJI/_BOiwwrMkOE/s1600/IMG_5513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613669210672453346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-bhMPL3iFg/TefCZ5St1uI/AAAAAAAADJI/_BOiwwrMkOE/s400/IMG_5513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we were in 7th grade they built a whole new junior high right next to and semi-attached to the old one. This is where we attended 8th grade. It was a very nice, brand new building, but definitly not as cool as the old one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPPGfLkHeJE/TefCZo0yRFI/AAAAAAAADJA/HwOw6kFU22I/s1600/IMG_5510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613669206251947090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPPGfLkHeJE/TefCZo0yRFI/AAAAAAAADJA/HwOw6kFU22I/s400/IMG_5510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the high school. Not the greatest picture, I know, but you get the point. This is also where I student taught and the room I did that in is just through the door on the far left of the picture. I did that with Kelly Frost who was also my high school government teacher and was so wonderful to student teach with. I'm sure I drove her crazy, but she was so patient with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjguEOPlHsI/TefCZY_r6dI/AAAAAAAADI4/hmVaQnK2QpI/s1600/IMG_5511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613669202002700754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjguEOPlHsI/TefCZY_r6dI/AAAAAAAADI4/hmVaQnK2QpI/s400/IMG_5511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another terrible picture, but in the distance you can see the football field, which is where I attended almost every single one of Tim's football games and every one of his games his senior year (I even made it to most of his away games) not matter how cold and misserable it was. I had a couple blankets that I would just take with me and wrap up in. Afterwards I would go sit in my car in the parking lot above and wait for him to come out of the locker room - and of course he was always the last one out. It was worth it though! We would then go to Jack-in-the-Box, get him soem food and then head to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERoN7h5b-w4/TefCZEEpFoI/AAAAAAAADIw/bJMx5sx4RIY/s1600/IMG_5517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613669196386342530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERoN7h5b-w4/TefCZEEpFoI/AAAAAAAADIw/bJMx5sx4RIY/s400/IMG_5517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our first home in town. We now rent it out (speaking of, it's going to be available for rent again on July 1st). It was a good house and we enjoyed living in it. It just got too small really fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WODE0LBWNB8/TefCY2egxXI/AAAAAAAADIo/zrYXjGa0bpU/s1600/IMG_5524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613669192736753010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WODE0LBWNB8/TefCY2egxXI/AAAAAAAADIo/zrYXjGa0bpU/s400/IMG_5524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some more musings on the place I live and grew up in. For those of you not from Fallon, the Louies shopping center used to be many other things. First it was Raleys, Sprouse Ritzs and Pizza Barn, then Raley's built a new store and they connected the three stores above and it became "The Stage" (a clothing store where Raley's was and Louies is currently), the new JC Penny (it was on Maine street and then was where the Dollar Store and Payless are), Maurices (where total fitness and whatever is next to it was) and of course Pizza Barn. See, once upon a time we did have semi-decent clothes shopping here in Fallon. Then all three clothing stores slowly closed and Louies sold their store to CC Comm (which tore it down and built a whole new building) and moved in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another change I remember, is that Safeway used to be where CVS was, and Fallon Industries used to be a grocery story called "Kents". I remember going there with my grandpa Schank when I was little. And one more, the area that Super Walmart is built used to be fields where someone kept horses. Crazy how things have changed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-5930710530191675046?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5930710530191675046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=5930710530191675046&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5930710530191675046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5930710530191675046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-11.html' title='Day 11'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7idy-66CEg/TefC8kBIYpI/AAAAAAAADJo/IpB9usbdGV8/s72-c/IMG_5515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-1626000506680309743</id><published>2011-05-27T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T08:55:55.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 10: A picture of my makeup bag and a description of its contents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611535429941413026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AJurC0K4y8/TeAtvgotRKI/AAAAAAAADH4/0hjV3DnAmEg/s400/IMG_5505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_y7w9OZj13c/TeAtvcS9kaI/AAAAAAAADHw/YR19RD92LWU/s1600/IMG_5506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611535428776464802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_y7w9OZj13c/TeAtvcS9kaI/AAAAAAAADHw/YR19RD92LWU/s400/IMG_5506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My makeup bag is very important to me - probably too important. If I were to go on vacation and forget it, it would be close to the end of the world, and no matter the cost I would have to go out immediately and replace everything in it. Ya, I'm that bad. I don't leave the house without make up on. It just doesn't happen. Even if I haven't had time to shower, am in labor, whatever, I always throw some make up on. I blame it on my mom, she is the same way. I have gotten a little bit better, in that if I'm not going anywhere I won't put it on (I used to put it on whether I was going somewhere or not). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, here's the description:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Anti-wrinkle moisturizer (just the walmart brand, I'm worried, but not worried enough to pay a lot of money for the stuff)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Mary Kay foundation - I just recently switched from Clinique (it's in there too) and am very happy with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*concealer - whatever was cheapest at Walmart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*blush - once again, something from Walmart. I may switch to MaryKay when it's out - the older I get the more I need it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Mary Kay eye shadows - these are new as well and I love them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Mascara - I have some cheap stuff right now that I don't like. I need to get some good stuff from Clinique (they have my favorite)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Lancome charcoal eye shadow that I use for eye liner under my eyes (great trick that I love)&lt;br /&gt;*Eye liner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Mango lip balm from Bath and Body Works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Some brushes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Whats not in there is tweezers. One of those things I keep forgetting to replace at Walmart. I got them out to get a sliver out of one of the kids foot, and they didn't get back in. So if you've noticed how ungroomed my eye brows have been lately, now you know why! &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/6527181440544727870-1626000506680309743?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1626000506680309743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=1626000506680309743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1626000506680309743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1626000506680309743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AJurC0K4y8/TeAtvgotRKI/AAAAAAAADH4/0hjV3DnAmEg/s72-c/IMG_5505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-9186114397535479783</id><published>2011-05-27T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:58:59.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 9: The last thing you purchased&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swzPCtOAJqY/TeArrIB4kaI/AAAAAAAADHo/5AcG4qBPN70/s1600/75_mcdonalds_mcnuggets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611533155593392546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swzPCtOAJqY/TeArrIB4kaI/AAAAAAAADHo/5AcG4qBPN70/s400/75_mcdonalds_mcnuggets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A 20 piece chicken nugget and large french fries for lunch for my kids (and Tim and I) for being good during visiting teaching (well, one of them was good, the other is officially a terrible two, but girl style, which means she cries constantly for no reason). I ate half the fries on the way home, and definitly paid for it during my workout, but it was worth it. I LOVE McDonalds french fries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-9186114397535479783?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9186114397535479783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=9186114397535479783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/9186114397535479783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/9186114397535479783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swzPCtOAJqY/TeArrIB4kaI/AAAAAAAADHo/5AcG4qBPN70/s72-c/75_mcdonalds_mcnuggets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-989846584513419913</id><published>2011-05-26T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:22:22.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 8: A Recipe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dt0tpRNf994/Td7BSVjUQxI/AAAAAAAADHc/zMUJcyZGzc8/s1600/IMG_5501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611134706517295890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dt0tpRNf994/Td7BSVjUQxI/AAAAAAAADHc/zMUJcyZGzc8/s400/IMG_5501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our family's latest favorite recipe. In fact, I think that no one eats the banana's anymore just so they will go bad and I will have to make this! This is the most moist banana bread I have ever had and the crust of cinnamon-sugar that it gets when it bakes is to die for!!! Now, I'm not a huge chocolate person, so I don't put the chocolate chips in, but I am sure that for all you chocolate lovers out there they are really good in it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moist Chocolate Chip Banana Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 T sour cream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tsp baking soda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 c butter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 c sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 C flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 ripe bananas, smashed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/4 t salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 c. semi-sweet chocolate chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2-4 T cinnamon-sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mix sour cream and baking soda. Add the butter and sugar and mix into a cream. Add eggs, vanilla, flour, banana's and salt. Add chocolate chips and mix. Grease a loaf pan, then sprinkle with 1-2 T cinnamon-sugar to coat. Pour in dough, the sprinkle with another 1-2 T cinnamon-sugar. Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. The afternoon is turning out to be much better than our morning was! So glad!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-989846584513419913?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/989846584513419913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=989846584513419913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/989846584513419913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/989846584513419913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dt0tpRNf994/Td7BSVjUQxI/AAAAAAAADHc/zMUJcyZGzc8/s72-c/IMG_5501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-3260199010977136687</id><published>2011-05-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T10:00:36.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Complaining</title><content type='html'>WARNING: This post is just going to be me complaining about the last 12 hours, so if you don't want to hear it, don't read it. I have to complain somewhere and since my husband has had an equally hellish 12 hours, I'm complaining here and not to him.&lt;br /&gt;10:40pm last night - take my contacts out, go to get my glasses from my side table only to find they are gone. Can't see, so Tim is trying to help me. We can't find them anywhere. Oh, my lovely children!&lt;br /&gt;10:50pm - Tim gets a call that a canal or ditch (I'm not really sure) is full of sand from the lovely wind storm we had last night and the water is coming soon and so the ditch needs to be dug out, so he leaves to go do that (poor guy, and poor Aaron and Brian also). I put my contacts back in to continue looking for my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;11:20pm - Still no glasses, I go to bed WITH contacts in (which means itchy eyes today)&lt;br /&gt;11:45pm - Tim gets back. I don't really remember it except he says it feels like he just did Insanity for a second time today. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;1:20am - Emmit wakes up. WHY????&lt;br /&gt;3:00am - Tim gets a call about changing water in a couple hours. He is so asleep that the phone call goes on FOREVER because he keeps falling asleep while talking to his dad, so I have to keep hitting him to wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;4:30am - Tim's alarm goes off, so he gets up to go change the water.&lt;br /&gt;5:20am - Emmit awake AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;5:40am - Back in bed and Tim is finally back.&lt;br /&gt;5:45am - Ky gets in bed with us and falls back to sleep. I think "Good, I will get another couple hours of sleep before Mya wakes up" . . . WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;6:00am - Mya comes down the stairs yelling, so I crawl out of bed and am up for the day with her. We eat breakfast, I ask her about my glasses - of course she doesn't know!&lt;br /&gt;A Couple Hours Later - Tim and Ky get up. I attempt to start my workout and Emmit wakes up. Feed him, then get everyone happy in the toy room, inform the kids until my glasses are found they are not allowed in my bedroom (which means no morning cartoons).&lt;br /&gt;8:30-9amish - Finally start workout, then Mya proceeds to hit Emmit over the head with a random toy. Send her to her room. Continue workout, let her down and her and Ky fight until 30 mintues into the workout I send them both to their rooms for the remaining 5 mins of it.&lt;br /&gt;9:15-9:30ish - clean playroom. Then go to give the kids a bath, Mya says "ew, yuckie" about the toilet. I think Ky forgot to flush, but oh no, he did, he just clogged the toilet again (and I've already flushed it again). Start bailing out water before it overflows onto my recently cleaned floor. Try to unclogg it, but can't . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;So that is where I am now. I am tired, cranky, I still haven't found my glasses and I have a bucket of sewage water in my bathroom and a toilet I can't unclog. Ky is in his room until said toilet is unclogged for not telling me it was clogged in the first place (he does this daily). Oh and now Mya is playing in said bucket. Wonderful. This is going to be a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-3260199010977136687?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3260199010977136687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=3260199010977136687&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3260199010977136687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3260199010977136687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-complaining.html' title='All Complaining'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-6987073196370246341</id><published>2011-05-25T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T12:00:45.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwNFBafOZe4/Td1RmVHSliI/AAAAAAAADHU/obTmFUevEy8/s1600/IMG_5437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610730429718107682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwNFBafOZe4/Td1RmVHSliI/AAAAAAAADHU/obTmFUevEy8/s400/IMG_5437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 7: A song to match my mood and why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ps9yeFTBdU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Steal My Sunshine &lt;/a&gt;by Len&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was just the first song that popped into my head, not really sure why. Could have to do with the fact that it is supposed to be cloudy and rainy for the next couple days again (boo), and for some reason this is one of the songs that reminds me of school getting out and summer starting when I was in high school (it came out in March of 1999, which means it was probably played on the radio here in May). I remember listening to this on the radio while driving home from high school. I'm sure none of this has to do with the "real" meaning of the song (I'm sure it has something to do with drugs or whatever like most songs), but that's what it reminds me of and why it's in my head today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-6987073196370246341?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6987073196370246341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=6987073196370246341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6987073196370246341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6987073196370246341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwNFBafOZe4/Td1RmVHSliI/AAAAAAAADHU/obTmFUevEy8/s72-c/IMG_5437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-1270871375280626128</id><published>2011-05-24T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T08:27:47.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>A photo of an animal I would like to keep as a pet. I like animals, but I don't like them as pets or want to touch them or want them too close. We have a whole dairy of cows in our backyard, and that's all the pets I want. However, we do have a cat and a dog, both of which I was not too excited to get. I have to say the cat (to my surprise) has been pretty nice to have around. You kind of have to have one out here to keep the mice out of your house, plus he also eats the annoying birds in the trees (it sounds like a bird orchestra outside our windows every morning). The dog still hasn't grown on me. He is a bird hunting dog, so the kids and I don't play with him. All I know is that he jumps out of his kennel, which is annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-1270871375280626128?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1270871375280626128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=1270871375280626128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1270871375280626128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1270871375280626128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-5843863175923342372</id><published>2011-05-23T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:30:46.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a very fun weekend full of birthday parties and the kids have one more to attend this afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First was Uncle Gav's 30th birthday party. It was fiesta themed (as mentioned in a previous post) and since I am not a costume person, the kids costumes weren't too creative. Kylan was more of a cowboy (he wanted to dress like dad, once again, see the previous post), Mya was a Spanish rose kind of - her rose wouldn't stay in. The party was tons of fun though and the food was excellent!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609999424759280754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDqwDBd0XlM/Tdq4wPbsNHI/AAAAAAAADG8/S8xO6wze52A/s400/IMG_5457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the cousins. Mya was more worried about when we were eating than playing with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9No3lZbpxn0/Tdq4w4sVLDI/AAAAAAAADHM/_poXgMC65wQ/s1600/IMG_5461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609999435834928178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9No3lZbpxn0/Tdq4w4sVLDI/AAAAAAAADHM/_poXgMC65wQ/s400/IMG_5461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had a pinata and Mya LOVED it! In between every person, she would say "me turn" and then was a little disappointed when it wasn't. Luckily the pinata was a really hard one, so she got plenty of turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ids2PBcld5Y/Tdq4wRp5itI/AAAAAAAADHE/X7EmwQ4J7yE/s1600/IMG_5475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609999425355746002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ids2PBcld5Y/Tdq4wRp5itI/AAAAAAAADHE/X7EmwQ4J7yE/s400/IMG_5475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylan really liked it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_WNR3Sgla0/Tdq4vR7nmHI/AAAAAAAADG0/WN9DvwSkC7s/s1600/IMG_5465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609999408250198130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_WNR3Sgla0/Tdq4vR7nmHI/AAAAAAAADG0/WN9DvwSkC7s/s400/IMG_5465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNU0bSOSUEU/Tdq4uy4cbBI/AAAAAAAADGs/Ti8wCeeDOaA/s1600/IMG_5482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609999399915383826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNU0bSOSUEU/Tdq4uy4cbBI/AAAAAAAADGs/Ti8wCeeDOaA/s400/IMG_5482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday was Leah's third birthday. I didn't get any pics there, but it was a fun party too with more good cake and ice-cream. Today we have their friends Ava and Dillon's party to attend. It is Phantom of the Opera themed and should be fun. Ky was excited, until he found out I didn't know if I was staying or not (this is their first real "kids" party and I'm not sure if parents stay or not), so I told him I would. Wish me luck since Emmit just had shots this afternoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-5843863175923342372?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5843863175923342372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=5843863175923342372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5843863175923342372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5843863175923342372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-had-very-fun-weekend-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDqwDBd0XlM/Tdq4wPbsNHI/AAAAAAAADG8/S8xO6wze52A/s72-c/IMG_5457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-1195072438740170816</id><published>2011-05-23T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T07:29:49.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyfuxmMgDDI/TdptXnR5wsI/AAAAAAAADGk/vECupeMXXmo/s1600/IMG_3626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609916538291864258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyfuxmMgDDI/TdptXnR5wsI/AAAAAAAADGk/vECupeMXXmo/s400/IMG_3626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9QsUSncC84/TdptXYCobxI/AAAAAAAADGc/W8YxtSKIAXU/s1600/IMG_3624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609916534201282322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9QsUSncC84/TdptXYCobxI/AAAAAAAADGc/W8YxtSKIAXU/s400/IMG_3624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 5: A picture of me two years ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still remember taking these pictures one morning before church. It was spring 2009 and Tim was still doing chores, and Mya was having a Mya moment (no surprise during this time of her life), but she was facsinated by the camera, so I took it out and started snapping. I'm glad I did otherwise I would have no pics of me two years ago. That is one thing I have learned from this 30 day challenge - I have no pics of myself! Need to do better with that! And look at that red hair on her! I still can't believe it was so red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little post-script to this post: Emmit slept without waking up from 9:00 until 5:45 this morning! Whoohoo!! I have no problem getting up early if I get a solid 8 hours of sleep!&lt;/em&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/6527181440544727870-1195072438740170816?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1195072438740170816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=1195072438740170816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1195072438740170816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1195072438740170816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyfuxmMgDDI/TdptXnR5wsI/AAAAAAAADGk/vECupeMXXmo/s72-c/IMG_3626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-7583494058257974263</id><published>2011-05-22T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T14:59:19.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFI4Eic4UZU/Tdl_N6-rwiI/AAAAAAAADGU/WGUVqxYdXz4/s1600/IMG_5454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609654688013861410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFI4Eic4UZU/Tdl_N6-rwiI/AAAAAAAADGU/WGUVqxYdXz4/s400/IMG_5454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tim's costume for Gavin's Fiesta themed 30th Birthday party last night. He was trying to dress like their older workers do for going out on the weekends, but ended up looking just like his grandpa Avon, who was half Mexican, so it worked either way. He ended up winning for the best costume.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 of my favorite things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Summer time. I love everything about it - the heat, the smells, the sounds, being able to go to the lake with family, my kids being able to play outside, watching the crops grow in the fields, the smell of freshly cut grass and alfalfa, summer clothes, it being light out until 9pm. I love everything about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. The feeling I get when I hold my babies for the first time - first the relief and sense of accomplishment, and then the love I feel for this new little person. That is what gets me through pregnancy, being sick, fat, uncomfortable and then of course labor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Kisses from Kylan. He is 4 and still will give me kisses whenever I want one, but there are certain times that he HAS to kiss me or he gets upset - first thing in the morning, before going to primary, and before bed. If we forget he gets very upset. In fact the first thing he said when he got home from his sleepover with Braden was, "Mom, we didn't do our good morning kiss."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Snuggling with Mya. She wasn't a very cuddly baby, but she is now when she wants to be. Sometimes she will come snuggle up to me on the couch and she just snuggles right up to me and is still (unlike her older brother) and likes me to play with her hair, and most of the time I end up dozing off. That's the kind of snuggling I like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Newborn baby breathe. People may think this is weird, but I love the way newborn baby breathe smells especially right after they nurse (but before they spit up of course). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Babies first kisses. Emmit is in this stage, the open mouth, tongue out first kisses that my babies give are so fun! Emmit's are especially great because he grabs either side of my face and pulls me towards him. So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Spending time with my husband. I just love it when we can get away just the two of us, or at least the two of us and whoever is the baby at the time. Whether it's for a few hours or all day it really recharges me, lets me get things back in perspective and reminds me of how in love I am with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Spending the day at my Grandpa and Grandma Adams' house. I haven't done this in a long time, but even now if the kids and I go to visit them during the day, grandma will send grandpa to McDonald's for lunch and we can order whatever we want, and we just get to hang out and relax like I did when I was little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Sunday dinner at Grandpa and Grandma Schank's house. Once again, I haven't experienced this since I was little, but I loved it when they invited us over for Sunday dinner. The food was always extra good (because it was grandpa and grandma's), grandpa always put a can of Mountain Dew in the punch, and we always had Jello with fruit cocktail mixed in and little marshmellows on top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Spending time with either my whole family or Tim's whole family. I get so excited when we are able to have all of our siblings together. It's so fun to remember when we were little and just hang out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Watching Tim's family's home videos from when they were little. Tim's parents always had a video camera and they were good about using it AND kept good track of all their videos. They have had them all put on DVD now and I love being able to see what their family was like when everyone was little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12.Food. I love to eat it, cook it, think about it, plan it out, try new kinds. I just love food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. Eating at Maddox's in Brigham City. While Tim and I were in Logan I think we ate there at least twice a month (sometimes more). Not only is it good food, but it reminds me of Adams family reunions. If you ever go, get the prime rib and make sure you go during peach season so you can get the fresh peach pie with a scoop as big as an ice-cream scoop of real whipped cream on top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. Diet Coke. If you know me, it needs no explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. When all the kids are in bed and we aren't so tired that we just go right to bed too, but Tim and I get to stay up and watch TV together and just hang out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. New things - clothes, sheets, towels, furniture, dishes, toys, etc. I just love new things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. Having a clean house - and having the whole thing clean all at the same time. Doesn't happen too often anymore, I usually clean in stages, but when I do have the energy and time to do it all at one time, it's awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. Fresh flowers. Someday when I can afford it, I will always have fresh flowers in a vase on my island. For now, I have to settle for having them when my Iris's are in bloom, or my lilacs or for special occasions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. This is a recent favorite - Reeces Whips candy bars. I am obsessed with them at the moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. Living out in the country. I grew up living out of town, but I didn't truely appreciate it until Tim and I lived in town. I am so grateful to be living out of town again. I love the openness, the quiet, the space, and the privacy. I also love that we live right on the dairy, so we get to see Tim during the day when he pops in and we can go visit him easily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-7583494058257974263?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7583494058257974263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=7583494058257974263&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7583494058257974263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7583494058257974263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFI4Eic4UZU/Tdl_N6-rwiI/AAAAAAAADGU/WGUVqxYdXz4/s72-c/IMG_5454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-7166812276161134698</id><published>2011-05-21T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:34:26.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 3: A photo of my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpopaBtj9jo/TdguUEJJq5I/AAAAAAAADGM/kYVacsd3iXU/s1600/IMG_5449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609284258134338450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpopaBtj9jo/TdguUEJJq5I/AAAAAAAADGM/kYVacsd3iXU/s400/IMG_5449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No it's not the little one in front (although if you asked him, I'm sure I'm his best friend), but the handsome one in the back. Tim is definitly my best friend, and has been for a very, very, very long time. That was the worst part about him being on his mission was that it wasn't just a "boyfriend" that I was without, but my best friend! I officially met him for the first time when I started playing basketball between my 7th and 8th grade years while we were both doing "Jam On It" and we hit it off as friends immediately and stayed that way for the next 4 years before we started dating. He has always been so patient with me and just seems to understand me (however if you ask him, he will say he doesn't understand me, but he does). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He puts up with all my craziness, but never tells me I am crazy (until I am able to admit it to myself afterwards, and then he laughs with me about it). He is also the best helper with the kids. He never makes me feel like it is just my responsibility to raise them and is always willing to do anything with them (except nurse, although he assures me if it were possible he would do that too:). What can I say, he is the best best friend ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-7166812276161134698?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7166812276161134698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=7166812276161134698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7166812276161134698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7166812276161134698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpopaBtj9jo/TdguUEJJq5I/AAAAAAAADGM/kYVacsd3iXU/s72-c/IMG_5449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-4857175611151938216</id><published>2011-05-21T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:23:43.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zDsf3UuxR-M/TdgrWtHLzhI/AAAAAAAADGE/Z9FqUU4nKFU/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609281004956798482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zDsf3UuxR-M/TdgrWtHLzhI/AAAAAAAADGE/Z9FqUU4nKFU/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Day 2: Photo of me and how my day went.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it just so happened that yesterday was Tim's day off, so we had a very fun (very full) day. Started off by making "those roll up things with frosting in them" aka crepes with cinnamon and sugar in them (Ky's description). Got Emmit down for a nap, worked out while Tim and Ky and Mya mowed the lawn (thank goodness it was the recovery day), then started the yard work. Tim and I have found that we enjoy yard work more than we used to think we did, and so have been trying to get our yard looking better since it had been a little neglected the last few years before we moved in. We pulled out some over-grown-gone-wild-with-some-kind-of-vine-thingy-mixed-in roses that were outside our bedroom window first. We are going to spray them and then get the rest out later, but at least they are gone and won't be scratching at our window anymore (this is the after picture - they were taller than the bottom of the windows and were the whole length of this area).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwkWVALJktY/TdgpwOJ6Z2I/AAAAAAAADF8/aOSasjHMs_M/s1600/IMG_5439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609279244300085090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwkWVALJktY/TdgpwOJ6Z2I/AAAAAAAADF8/aOSasjHMs_M/s400/IMG_5439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loaded the branches we had cut off of trees the last couple months into the loader and hauled them off along with the roses, and then while I got Mya lunch (she was STARVING), Tim and Ky pulled out the stump with the loader of the tree that was in the middle of the lawn that we cut down this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3Qq50j1qQE/TdgpvkyqZII/AAAAAAAADF0/usUsJSvK9rM/s1600/IMG_5440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609279233196713090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3Qq50j1qQE/TdgpvkyqZII/AAAAAAAADF0/usUsJSvK9rM/s400/IMG_5440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then went shopping for Tim's costume for Gavin's 30th birthday party tonight (he banned me from putting up a picture until after the party), came home and ate dinner, then went out to my parents house to visit the golden retriever puppies. The kids loved them and Mya was holding hers like a baby by the end of the night (and choking it a little, so we had to keep a close eye on her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36NPEevyW0M/TdgpvDZSt8I/AAAAAAAADFs/YNDZvbX2C70/s1600/IMG_5446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609279224231933890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36NPEevyW0M/TdgpvDZSt8I/AAAAAAAADFs/YNDZvbX2C70/s400/IMG_5446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Needless to say, it was a pretty good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-4857175611151938216?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4857175611151938216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=4857175611151938216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4857175611151938216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4857175611151938216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zDsf3UuxR-M/TdgrWtHLzhI/AAAAAAAADGE/Z9FqUU4nKFU/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-2145317751736982169</id><published>2011-05-19T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T10:41:21.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Facts About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMzmX07K6CM/TdVQKJGJePI/AAAAAAAADFk/hdNT2O29XFU/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608477046130440434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMzmX07K6CM/TdVQKJGJePI/AAAAAAAADFk/hdNT2O29XFU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to try to do the 30 day challenge, so here is day one. 15 Facts About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I LOVE Fallon. It took me moving to Reno for four years in college to realize that, but I love living here. I love how good it smells in the spring and summer. I love that when I tell people my name they usually know who my parents and my in-laws are. I love that my kids have a possibility of having some of the same teachers I did growing up. I love that people at church tell me that they remember when I was my kids age. I just love Fallon.&lt;br /&gt;2. I think it is important for kids to be raised around their grandparents and aunts and uncles. I think it just ups the posibility that much more that they will turn out good if they have lots of good examples and love around them.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not very social and it's because I'm lazy. I hate to admit this, but sometimes I think it's too much work to have too many friends outside of my family. That doesn't mean that I don't have friends outside of my family, it just means that I'm not a very good friend (I need to work on that).&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm a home body. It has taken having 3 kids for me to become this way, but I am now. I like people to come to me (once again, a lazy thing). It's just a lot easier to keep my kids in their normal environment, where I don't have to worry about them breaking, destroying, staining, etc. other people's things!&lt;br /&gt;5. Growing up, I was always super skinny. So skinny that I didn't really like it and I didn't have to work to be that way. Then I went to college, gained a few, then lost it, then gained it, then started having kids. The worst part is that in my head I still picture myself as a skinny person . . . Then I look in the mirror. Anyway, I am working on that now and I am trying to be patient about it.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm not a good budgeter. I am trying to be get better at it, but it's been a LONG process!&lt;br /&gt;7. I think I'm pretty good at keeping my house somewhat cleaned and organized. I do have my moments, but for the most part I try to make sure the dishes are all done and everything is cleaned up before I go to bed and throughtout the day and that I mop, vacumm and clean the bathrooms at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;8. If my house isn't clean I am stressed out, cranky and not fun to live with (ask Tim).&lt;br /&gt;9. I would have more kids then we are planning on having if I didn't get sick at the beginning. I think I can only handle the 4-5 months of being sick one more time. It it kind of funny, because before getting pregnant with Mya I had forgotten how it felt being sick with Kylan, then I hadn't totally forgotten when I got pregnant with Emmit, but enough to be okay, but now I can't remember many things, but I can vividly remember how it feels those first few months and I don't know if I can go through that more than one more time!&lt;br /&gt;10. One of my pet-peeves is people who just make up random middle names for their kids. Sorry if I am offending anyone, but I think a middle name should mean something, not just be a random name.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have to have sleep. When my babies are newborn I am a bit of a crazy woman because I don't do well without sleep. I never have. I didn't really like sleepovers when I was younger for this reason. Going along with this, I am not a night or morning person. I would be so happy going to bed at 9pm every night and not waking up until 8 or 9 every morning. Maybe someday . . .&lt;br /&gt;12. I LOVE to read. Absolutely and completely love it, but like many things I don't have much time to do it anymore. This makes me a little sad sometimes:(&lt;br /&gt;13. Another pet peeve - my 4 year old biting his toe nails (I think I have told him about 5 times just while typing this to stop)! DRIVES ME CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;14. I loved being the only girl in my family growing up. I didn't have to share many things, got to do lots of fun things with my mom, and if you never have something you don't know what you are missing . . . so no, I don't think I missed out on anything by not having a sister!&lt;br /&gt;15. I don't do many crafty type projects, because if I do I HAVE to work on it until it is done. I can't do anything else. I totally ignore my kids, house, husband, etc until it is done. So, it's better that I just don't even start or only do really easy fast things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-2145317751736982169?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2145317751736982169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=2145317751736982169&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2145317751736982169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2145317751736982169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/15-facts-about-me.html' title='15 Facts About Me'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMzmX07K6CM/TdVQKJGJePI/AAAAAAAADFk/hdNT2O29XFU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-5911895705539717973</id><published>2011-05-18T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:25:52.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pPOpCRra1IU/TdSaqlNBRmI/AAAAAAAADFc/ZcbbphSXqdk/s1600/IMG_5431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608277492315014754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pPOpCRra1IU/TdSaqlNBRmI/AAAAAAAADFc/ZcbbphSXqdk/s400/IMG_5431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mya coloring - her favorite thing to do. After she was done here, she found her Mickey Mouse Club House coloring book (one of her favorite cartoons), her princess lap desk and wanted to watch Tangled (her favorite movie) while coloring. She's a pretty funny girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tDK3Mv4mLLA/TdSaqe86StI/AAAAAAAADFU/QbE9gN4BXZQ/s1600/IMG_5426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608277490636835538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tDK3Mv4mLLA/TdSaqe86StI/AAAAAAAADFU/QbE9gN4BXZQ/s400/IMG_5426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Emmit playing in the kitchen. He loves opening and closing cupboards, and so he scooted over to the play kitchen while Ky and I were cleaning the playroom and was so happy! He kept opening the doors, putting stuff in, closing them then opening them again and pulling the stuff out. He also loves to do this in the kichen in my tupperware cupboard:) He has also started getting into crawling position all the time and then sitting back up, so shortly after taking this pic I was able to coax him into CRAWLING a very little bit, but still he was doing it (though screaming the whole time), so there may be hope for him crawling yet! He is also trying really hard to pull himself up by the coaches and stuff, but hasn't been successful yet! I can't believe he is a month and a half from being 1! Crazy!!!&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/6527181440544727870-5911895705539717973?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5911895705539717973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=5911895705539717973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5911895705539717973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5911895705539717973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/playing.html' title='Playing'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pPOpCRra1IU/TdSaqlNBRmI/AAAAAAAADFc/ZcbbphSXqdk/s72-c/IMG_5431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-8427531341562149990</id><published>2011-05-17T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T16:09:16.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestling with Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot3vqhZUCyY/TdL9zgYqfkI/AAAAAAAADFE/5C6cXX3icx0/s1600/IMG_5421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607823547338227266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot3vqhZUCyY/TdL9zgYqfkI/AAAAAAAADFE/5C6cXX3icx0/s400/IMG_5421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit wanted to so badly to participate in the lunch time wrestling match that when it started he bounced up and down on his bum until he was close enough . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNYLxZeUdYY/TdL9zYugBaI/AAAAAAAADE8/xXNCq8X3r_k/s1600/IMG_5422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607823545282332066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNYLxZeUdYY/TdL9zYugBaI/AAAAAAAADE8/xXNCq8X3r_k/s400/IMG_5422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to protect his brother and sister from his dad! It was so cute and he was so excited! As soon as Tim would start getting Kylan and Mya Emmit would attack . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fr26CHtTxGI/TdL9y-BpRaI/AAAAAAAADE0/qi6AdEQcQeI/s1600/IMG_5423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607823538114872738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fr26CHtTxGI/TdL9y-BpRaI/AAAAAAAADE0/qi6AdEQcQeI/s400/IMG_5423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and he has some claws! I also figured out that he purposely says hi. He has been saying it for awhile, but I didn't think he knew what he was saying, but when Tim brought him downstairs from his nap, when I looked up at him he said "Hi", and then when Tim answered his phone and said hello, he said "hi" again. It's pretty cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARsZU8oRJJc/TdL9yudnBbI/AAAAAAAADEs/_2Bo-zx5YB0/s1600/IMG_5424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607823533937198514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARsZU8oRJJc/TdL9yudnBbI/AAAAAAAADEs/_2Bo-zx5YB0/s400/IMG_5424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even though it has been cooler it hasn't been cold enough to freeze my beautiful Iris's. These starting budding in the warm weather of last week, and thank goodness they are still blooming despite the weather here. Our last cold spell froze one of my just-starting-to-bloom lilac bushes. The other one has help off on blooming, so I will hopefully get one bush full of lilacs in a few weeks! I can't wait for this crazy weather to finally decide it is spring/summer and just stay warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXsLDpiWIyU/TdL9yVCctUI/AAAAAAAADEk/JT2ac0NsRWw/s1600/IMG_5420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607823527112389954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXsLDpiWIyU/TdL9yVCctUI/AAAAAAAADEk/JT2ac0NsRWw/s400/IMG_5420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is our cat. What we thought was a she is actually a he, which is fine with me because that means no kittens and no vet bill to keep that from happening. However, we do have to chase off other male cats a lot to protect ours. He has started taking naps in the funniest places lately, this was where he was this afternoon. He has a house, but will sleep in the garbage can full of weeds, bushes, the tree (this scares the kids), inside cinder blocks, etc. He doesn't have a name (the kids don't get the whole naming thing yet) but we like him. He isn't annoying, doesn't try to get in the house, is nice to the kids, and eats mice and birds all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-8427531341562149990?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8427531341562149990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=8427531341562149990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8427531341562149990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8427531341562149990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/wrestling-with-dad.html' title='Wrestling with Dad'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot3vqhZUCyY/TdL9zgYqfkI/AAAAAAAADFE/5C6cXX3icx0/s72-c/IMG_5421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-634996178907306010</id><published>2011-05-13T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T10:53:02.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy and His Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mya wanted dad to cuddle with her after he got back from running this morning. She has her dad wrapped around her little finger (lets be honest, she has every male member of the family wrapped around her little finger, her big brother included, we're in trouble).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Cmn9wC2huY/Tc1vDTmTztI/AAAAAAAADEU/9IP5Xa-0i_Y/s1600/IMG_5409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606259213737381586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Cmn9wC2huY/Tc1vDTmTztI/AAAAAAAADEU/9IP5Xa-0i_Y/s400/IMG_5409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And since Emmit gets SOOOO excited whenever I start snapping pictures, we had to get one with him in it too. He seriously LOVES the camera! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606259217650434290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRWYgrmCVIQ/Tc1vDiLQQPI/AAAAAAAADEc/xvluCloXBWg/s400/IMG_5411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kylan had his first REAL sleep over last night with Braden at Gavin and Rayannes (they have slept over at grandma Teri's many times together), and he did great! I wasn't worried about him, just those taking care of him, but I have been told he slept great and they are having a ton of fun this morning. I can't believe he is this big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-634996178907306010?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/634996178907306010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=634996178907306010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/634996178907306010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/634996178907306010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/daddy-and-his-girl.html' title='Daddy and His Girl'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Cmn9wC2huY/Tc1vDTmTztI/AAAAAAAADEU/9IP5Xa-0i_Y/s72-c/IMG_5409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-6841479818133219643</id><published>2011-05-08T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T11:58:07.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who brings us presents on Mothers Day?"</title><content type='html'>Me: Hey Ky, guess what today is . . . It's Mothers Day!&lt;br /&gt;Ky: Yipee (and yes that is what he said)! But mom, who brings US presents on Mothers Day?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No one brings YOU presents, you bring ME presents!&lt;br /&gt;Ky: Ah, Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY EVERYONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-6841479818133219643?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6841479818133219643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=6841479818133219643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6841479818133219643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6841479818133219643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-brings-us-presents-on-mothers-day.html' title='&quot;Who brings us presents on Mothers Day?&quot;'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-6260844541697743486</id><published>2011-05-06T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:25:03.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sicko" De Mayo Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyQ-pxT6oMw/TcRkK3baC8I/AAAAAAAADEM/qIZxMF811io/s1600/IMG_5404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603713974196112322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyQ-pxT6oMw/TcRkK3baC8I/AAAAAAAADEM/qIZxMF811io/s400/IMG_5404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KyktLUApmhQ/TcRkKhgmkzI/AAAAAAAADEE/Up_11mgJkQM/s1600/IMG_5405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603713968312324914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KyktLUApmhQ/TcRkKhgmkzI/AAAAAAAADEE/Up_11mgJkQM/s400/IMG_5405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim and I (and Mya a little bit) celebrated Cinco De Mayo last night. Tim changed it to "Sicko" in honor of our sick kids. I had made Ham Hocks and Beans, which Tim's family likes to eat on tortillas like a taco or burrito (very yummy) and while at the store yesterday to buy things for Kylan to drink while waiting to get Emmit's antibiotc, I bought limes for Brazilian Lemonade, and avocado's for guacomoli and then since jalepeno's were on sale I bought some and then found a yummy recipe for bacon wrapped jalepeno thingies that you cook in the over (a big hit). So, inbetween holding crying sick kids, cleaning up messes and just taking care of sick kids, we ate yummy food and made the best of it. Just some highlights of the last couple days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Mya is the least sick of the three, so she is kind of being neglected, so she likes to walk around and say "me sick too!" Yesterday she walked around with nothing on her bottom half most of the day because while she can take her undies off to go to the bathroom, she can't put them back on and mom was too busy to keep putting them on for her (thus the reason there is no pic of her on this post). She is missing her big brother though and seems very lost without him to play with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603713971346426594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zk8ndPhxhQM/TcRkKsz_SuI/AAAAAAAADD8/zeyhrCgcAfk/s400/IMG_5406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Emmit HATES taking medicine. The other two always (and still do) loved taking it. They loved the flavoring and thought it was like candy. Since Emmit is not a small boy and has stubborn ear infections, he has to take the FULL dropper (3ml) THREE times a day. I'm just glad his fever has gone so I don't have to also fight him to take tylenol every 4 hours on top of the antibiotic. He is also back to crying if I am not holding him, and if he does happen to let me set him down, crying if I go out of his sight. Fun Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603713965066030146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7NhIJCwK30/TcRkKVaoDEI/AAAAAAAADD0/Z5asfw6hzQ0/s400/IMG_5407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Kylan is one sick sick little boy. By last night he couldn't even take a sip of anything without throwing up, and yet he was thirsty that he would grap a cup and guzzle what was in it before we could stop him (and the end up in the bathroom a few minutes later). He is doing MUCH better today, in that he can drink and eat a very little bit without getting sick. He has just been sleeping all day though, waking up just to eat and drink a little here and there. Tim told him last night how everyone was asking why he wasn't in the dump truck, so this morning Kylan told me Rob and Aaron and Gavin are missing me at work, so I have to get better so I can ride with dad tomorrow. That is how sick he is, he doesn't even want to go in the truck today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Dad and Mom are hanging in there. Of course it just so happens that they are chopping rye at the dairy, so no day off this week, working late and short or no lunch breaks for Tim. Teri came today and let me nap (I lost count of how many times we were up last night), but poor Tim just has to tough it out in the truck. He is so great though, and after dinner last night told me to go get us a treat because if he had been home with three sick kids all day he would need a break (I didn't even have to ask him, he just knew). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-6260844541697743486?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6260844541697743486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=6260844541697743486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6260844541697743486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6260844541697743486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/sicko-de-mayo-party.html' title='&quot;Sicko&quot; De Mayo Party!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyQ-pxT6oMw/TcRkK3baC8I/AAAAAAAADEM/qIZxMF811io/s72-c/IMG_5404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-5011164494338181810</id><published>2011-05-05T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:45:49.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick . . . Again!</title><content type='html'>So everyone told me that the more kids you have the more they are sick, and it is so true! Kylan was never sick as a little baby, then he would get the flu once-in-awhile, but he didn't have to have antibiotics until he was 2 1/2. Mya did have to be on antibiotic before she was one, but it wasn't for anything too bad. Poor Emmit is now on his second time of being on antibiotic in his short 9 months of life. Kylan had the cold first, then Emmit got it and Mya. Well Kylan got over it in a couple days, Mya is just about over it and Emmit was getting worse. Luckily his doctor was able to squeeze him in today and he is now on medicine for another ear infection. I hope this doesn't mean that everytime he gets a cold it's going to turn into an ear infection!&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that Kylan has the flu today so I'm sure it's just a matter of time until the other two get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yluYvnHYFnQ/TcMKHtdZKFI/AAAAAAAADDs/j4cdjOxccWQ/s1600/IMG_5403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603333488957270098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yluYvnHYFnQ/TcMKHtdZKFI/AAAAAAAADDs/j4cdjOxccWQ/s400/IMG_5403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My happy baby BEFORE he was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffXJNWBZ3-s/TcMKHYlkOKI/AAAAAAAADDk/IIxnd2MstjE/s1600/IMG_5400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603333483354405026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffXJNWBZ3-s/TcMKHYlkOKI/AAAAAAAADDk/IIxnd2MstjE/s400/IMG_5400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylan making himself chicken and noodle soup out of playdough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0e-x2o4CWk/TcMKHMXsRiI/AAAAAAAADDc/30SeKF0BZ_c/s1600/IMG_5399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603333480074987042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0e-x2o4CWk/TcMKHMXsRiI/AAAAAAAADDc/30SeKF0BZ_c/s400/IMG_5399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the three in the tub before being sick. I may have already blogged this, but I can't remember (did I mention that Emmit was up from 12:30am-4am and then again at 5:30 and the night before he was up almost every hour). &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/6527181440544727870-5011164494338181810?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5011164494338181810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=5011164494338181810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5011164494338181810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5011164494338181810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/05/sick-again.html' title='Sick . . . Again!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yluYvnHYFnQ/TcMKHtdZKFI/AAAAAAAADDs/j4cdjOxccWQ/s72-c/IMG_5403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-9122301459500804443</id><published>2011-04-28T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:09:32.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Post</title><content type='html'>I realized that I have lots of pictures that I have wanted to post, not to mention our Easter happenings, so here are a ton of pics and an update on each of the kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ffT1OWFOqOM/TboYENZrgFI/AAAAAAAADDQ/HOjEbXE_XOg/s1600/IMG_5367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600815547184545874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ffT1OWFOqOM/TboYENZrgFI/AAAAAAAADDQ/HOjEbXE_XOg/s400/IMG_5367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mya loves to color (definitly a girl thing, because Ky doesn't care for it). She colored this one day and then brought it to me and told me it was for Carissa. Since we weren't going to see her anytime soon, I took a picture of her with it and posted it on Facebook. She liked that (and I'm amazed that she understood what I was doing, but she did). Mya's vocabulary is growing daily. Some of her new favorite phrases are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's/it's amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me did it (she doesn't get "I" yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drink your soda, please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretty, pretty, please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She can now get her own water from the fridge and she drinks TONS everyday (she always has)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After lots of practice and work she can now pedal her tricycle and loves riding bikes with Kylan on the carport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves the dog and really loves yelling at him when he barks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She still loves to take naps, especially on my bed which she has been doing a lot lately because Kylan is usually working with Tim in the afternoons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves to help me do everything, and it always carrying a stool here and there in the kitchen to help me cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves to go gopher trapping with Tim, and Tim tells me that she is fearless and is climbing in and out of the ditches, holes, anything she can climb in and out of while they are gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Easter was fun this year. Kylan understood things a little more, so we made sure we talked a lot about the true meaning of Easter and really seemed to get it (as much as a 4 year old can anyway). My mom had us all over to color eggs, which I really appreciated because I don't do well with messy things like this and was kind of dreading having to do it. Good thing Grandma Kenna loves it! Both the kids loved it and did a good job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3n5_N2PVJho/TboYD-z6XDI/AAAAAAAADDI/Z2SZHSDx6jg/s1600/IMG_5374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600815543268039730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3n5_N2PVJho/TboYD-z6XDI/AAAAAAAADDI/Z2SZHSDx6jg/s400/IMG_5374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwRZnNriSfA/TboXs31hTfI/AAAAAAAADDA/D5rXJIuDEns/s1600/IMG_5375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600815146258746866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwRZnNriSfA/TboXs31hTfI/AAAAAAAADDA/D5rXJIuDEns/s400/IMG_5375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ctjrSywqpo/TboXsVP94XI/AAAAAAAADC4/S383ozwP6ZE/s1600/IMG_5376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600815136974430578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ctjrSywqpo/TboXsVP94XI/AAAAAAAADC4/S383ozwP6ZE/s400/IMG_5376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wewNpHIwlRs/TboXrX2IZsI/AAAAAAAADCw/2GcXBvnF5yI/s1600/IMG_5377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600815120491505346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wewNpHIwlRs/TboXrX2IZsI/AAAAAAAADCw/2GcXBvnF5yI/s400/IMG_5377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reed and Carissa also colored eggs with us (Aunt Lynne hates the mess too). Mya was pretty funny, she was plop an egg in, take it out 1 second later, put in back in the holder (tap it a few times with her spoon just for good measure, usually cracking it), push the cup of dye out of the way and say "next".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqwbyGCiDPU/TboXrQcvi6I/AAAAAAAADCo/yRlvkMmkXr4/s1600/IMG_5378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600815118505970594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqwbyGCiDPU/TboXrQcvi6I/AAAAAAAADCo/yRlvkMmkXr4/s400/IMG_5378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit loved helping me take pictures of the egg dying and really loved it when I took his picture. He is getting so old all of a sudden. Although he is still not crawling, he is getting more and more creative about getting around. His preferred way is scooting around on his bum. If he does get on his stomach (or when mean mom makes him play on his stomach), he pushes himself into push up position and crawling position, making him go backwards. Yesterday though, he figured out if he kept his cheek to the ground and pushed his legs he would go forward. He loves to play with paper and rip it up into pieces, he loves the remote control and he just loves to be in the play room with his brother and sister. He also puts himself to sleep at nap time and bedtime and doesn't even cry when he does it. He has also FINALLY started sleeping 8+ hours in a row each night!!! It's been amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3eh-9GF4FWo/TboXrNF0KbI/AAAAAAAADCg/GtCAIag0nsw/s1600/IMG_5381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600815117604497842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3eh-9GF4FWo/TboXrNF0KbI/AAAAAAAADCg/GtCAIag0nsw/s400/IMG_5381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday was a little hectic. The kids hunted eggs at our house, then we had church from 10 to 1, then ate at Sorensen's at 2:30, followed by dinner at Schanks at 5:30. We were all asleep by 9:00 that night! But we sure did have a lot of fun. The kids had three easter egg hunts (one at each house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3BXFGWt2vo/TboXI9jKIqI/AAAAAAAADCY/V76dyty5Grg/s1600/IMG_5386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600814529317053090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3BXFGWt2vo/TboXI9jKIqI/AAAAAAAADCY/V76dyty5Grg/s400/IMG_5386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mya hunting eggs at Sorensen's in her Easter outfit from Gma and Gpa Schank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4uB0tAS6RyE/TboXITkxzoI/AAAAAAAADCQ/i3ed2SL2VPQ/s1600/IMG_5387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600814518049558146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4uB0tAS6RyE/TboXITkxzoI/AAAAAAAADCQ/i3ed2SL2VPQ/s400/IMG_5387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ky in blue hunting eggs at Sorensen's in his new outfit from Schanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haUmsqe1sH4/TboXIPTwDnI/AAAAAAAADCI/1D-xtjgaDJc/s1600/IMG_5388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600814516904398450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haUmsqe1sH4/TboXIPTwDnI/AAAAAAAADCI/1D-xtjgaDJc/s400/IMG_5388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The day after Easter in their new outfits from Gpa and Gma Sorensen. Mya loves everything Princess right now so she couldn't wait to wear this and Grandma told Ky his outfit was for working with his dad, so he wouldn't put his on until Tim called and said he was picking him up to ride in the tractor. They wouldn't stand any closer becuase they kept fighting and pushing each other! (Still tired from Easter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HiDacKMF8kE/TboXH94M68I/AAAAAAAADCA/RLYDCgiI3hc/s1600/IMG_5390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600814512225446850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HiDacKMF8kE/TboXH94M68I/AAAAAAAADCA/RLYDCgiI3hc/s400/IMG_5390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VnAjU_WA19w/TboXHni_sNI/AAAAAAAADB4/E-3V-X4V9GQ/s1600/IMG_5391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600814506230919378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VnAjU_WA19w/TboXHni_sNI/AAAAAAAADB4/E-3V-X4V9GQ/s400/IMG_5391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylan is at a very fun age. He is so excited for pre-school next year and is always asking me when he can go. He loves gopher trapping and can actually find and dig up the holes with Tim. He asks a million questions about everything and remembers everything you tell him. He even picks up on every conversation Tim and I have (sometimes good, sometimes not so good). He also loves to help me in the kitchen and is good at dumping things in, helping me count and "just watching" (how he helps when there is nothing he can do). He has had a bad cold the last couple days, and so had to stay home with me yesterday afternoon rather than go with his dad. He told me it was his day off for the week (he picks up on everything). He still likes to get up early, but has gotten very good at just getting into bed with me and snuggling and usually falling back to sleep with me (if he doesn't, he doesn't bug me). I like this because Tim goes to play basketball every morning at 6am, so it's nice to have someone to snuggle with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's about it for my long post!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-9122301459500804443?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9122301459500804443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=9122301459500804443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/9122301459500804443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/9122301459500804443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/04/picture-post.html' title='Picture Post'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ffT1OWFOqOM/TboYENZrgFI/AAAAAAAADDQ/HOjEbXE_XOg/s72-c/IMG_5367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-6665069068162476056</id><published>2011-04-22T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:18:46.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second New Couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9Ok6kb1aUs/TbILirgOw8I/AAAAAAAADBw/I-fVZ5og4mM/s1600/IMG_5368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598549977196315586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9Ok6kb1aUs/TbILirgOw8I/AAAAAAAADBw/I-fVZ5og4mM/s400/IMG_5368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_RNGZyppM8/TbILiQSe8xI/AAAAAAAADBo/uo6ipq72d4c/s1600/IMG_5369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598549969890898706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_RNGZyppM8/TbILiQSe8xI/AAAAAAAADBo/uo6ipq72d4c/s400/IMG_5369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only bad thing about new furniture is that it makes your other furniture look old! That doesn't put a damper on how excited I am about these couches! Thank you Tim for spoiling me! I don't know if I deserve it, but I sure do love them!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-6665069068162476056?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6665069068162476056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=6665069068162476056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6665069068162476056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/6665069068162476056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/04/second-new-couch.html' title='Second New Couch'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9Ok6kb1aUs/TbILirgOw8I/AAAAAAAADBw/I-fVZ5og4mM/s72-c/IMG_5368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-1806437535810869703</id><published>2011-04-17T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T16:40:11.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Clothes (a little early)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I love buying clothes for my kids and dressing them up - I take after my mom in this - I would rather buy my kids clothes than myself! So, any excuse to get them new clothes I take, so every Easter they get the customary new Sunday clothes. Funny story, Tim asked me today how long we had to buy our kids Easter outfits and I just smiled and he said, until they are married, right? And he was! I think I did really well this year, both in look and price, so even though it isn't technically Easter Sunday, it was so nice outside (and I haven't done laundry since last Sunday), I put them in their new stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp36RcWshoI/Tat37x35rKI/AAAAAAAADBg/dVu_faHeMpk/s1600/IMG_5362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596698830821764258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp36RcWshoI/Tat37x35rKI/AAAAAAAADBg/dVu_faHeMpk/s400/IMG_5362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Kylan looks way too grown up! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kY77eDFatbg/Tat37jmS5iI/AAAAAAAADBY/Wl4m_gG6Ip4/s1600/IMG_5355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596698826989823522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kY77eDFatbg/Tat37jmS5iI/AAAAAAAADBY/Wl4m_gG6Ip4/s400/IMG_5355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best friends! They really are and I'm pretty lucky to have them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFlLmUEKB3I/Tat37I7LyXI/AAAAAAAADBQ/XzM4wGBY_zY/s1600/IMG_5353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596698819829680498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFlLmUEKB3I/Tat37I7LyXI/AAAAAAAADBQ/XzM4wGBY_zY/s400/IMG_5353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best pic of all three of them I got. Kylan and Emmit were loving having their picture taken, but Mya was more into her cartoons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi5ZA_d4KGI/Tat37Hvg2gI/AAAAAAAADBI/qQAvCsLt7_c/s1600/IMG_5364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596698819512293890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi5ZA_d4KGI/Tat37Hvg2gI/AAAAAAAADBI/qQAvCsLt7_c/s400/IMG_5364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My handsome boys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eweieJ8J8jc/Tat366wHsKI/AAAAAAAADBA/T4HksmvCuMU/s1600/IMG_5366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596698816025178274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eweieJ8J8jc/Tat366wHsKI/AAAAAAAADBA/T4HksmvCuMU/s400/IMG_5366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my beautiful little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a tear jerker story that I have to put on here so I won't forget it. Tim told me that one day he and Ky were walking back from checking gopher traps and he was thinking to himself how Kylan is already his best little buddy and how he is so excited to have him as his friend and son as he grows up because they already have so much fun together. He said that then Kylan looked up at him and said, "Dad, your my best bud." Ya, I cried when he told me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to do more one on one things with Mya lately since Kylan gets to do so many with his dad and because of it she has been giving me lots of kisses (which as you know are hard to get from her), but I am so glad we have been able to do some fun little things together because she is such a sweet fun little girl. The other day we watched Tangled together in the afternoon while Kylan was in the tractor and Emmit was napping. She is a good movie watcher and so fun to snuggle with. We also all went to Reno to get her dress and so Tim and the boys went to Scheels and she and I shopped. She is already a good shopper. She found everything that was pink and told me if things were pretty or not. She also found every sparkly shoe and showed them to me. She too is taking ater her grandma and mom! At this age Kylan would have just been running from me, but not her, she is a true shopper! I can't wait to see Emmit's personality grow and develop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-1806437535810869703?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1806437535810869703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=1806437535810869703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1806437535810869703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1806437535810869703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-clothes-little-early.html' title='Easter Clothes (a little early)'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp36RcWshoI/Tat37x35rKI/AAAAAAAADBg/dVu_faHeMpk/s72-c/IMG_5362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-2649327849002052191</id><published>2011-04-12T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:28:11.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, a miracle with our kids - they slept in until 7:45, which means I slept in until 7:45. This never happens in our house. Someone is usually up by 7:00 or earlier!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki6aOo6CyC0/TaRrultt60I/AAAAAAAAC_c/AVvmKNk9I6Y/s1600/IMG_5351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594715085243018050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki6aOo6CyC0/TaRrultt60I/AAAAAAAAC_c/AVvmKNk9I6Y/s400/IMG_5351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loved Emmit and Ky's smiles in this one and that Ky is making the peace sign and Mya is doing spirit fingers (not sure why). &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGhVcjhEnGU/TaRruNwwvjI/AAAAAAAAC_U/psfm5I4LXjQ/s1600/IMG_5350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594715078813335090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGhVcjhEnGU/TaRruNwwvjI/AAAAAAAAC_U/psfm5I4LXjQ/s400/IMG_5350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liked Mya in this one. I love how we can't get a good pic of all three at the same time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAiuULpZgOQ/TaRrtsKxMmI/AAAAAAAAC_M/ZUZwoN_tOb8/s1600/IMG_5345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594715069795611234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAiuULpZgOQ/TaRrtsKxMmI/AAAAAAAAC_M/ZUZwoN_tOb8/s400/IMG_5345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the second miracle is my new furniture (don't know if that is really a miracle, but I am so happy)! We decided to go in and just look and see what they had at the price we wanted (we have been saving), and they had exactly what we wanted for the exact amount we wanted to spend! We only have this one right now because we wanted two sofa's rather than a sofa and love seat, so the other one will be in in a couple weeks. I got my leather and the color I wanted and Tim got his recliners (both ends recline). I kind of felt bad spending the money, but then I came home and saw my couches again and didn't feel bad anymore! This is the first furniture we have ever bought, we have just always gone the hand-me-down route and I have been very patiently awaiting this day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCU8YwkMO5Y/TaRrs3q4wmI/AAAAAAAAC_E/vzIpTQdxono/s1600/IMG_5347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594715055703245410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCU8YwkMO5Y/TaRrs3q4wmI/AAAAAAAAC_E/vzIpTQdxono/s400/IMG_5347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is just a bonus pic. Last night we had the family over because Kort and Jessie are in town and my dad kept wrapping Mya up in this blanket like a baby and she loved it! What a silly girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-2649327849002052191?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2649327849002052191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=2649327849002052191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2649327849002052191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2649327849002052191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/04/miracles.html' title='Miracles!!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki6aOo6CyC0/TaRrultt60I/AAAAAAAAC_c/AVvmKNk9I6Y/s72-c/IMG_5351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-3943258128081940007</id><published>2011-04-09T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T10:29:39.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love My Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xBG_9KZL-ec/TaCWQPFcFEI/AAAAAAAAC-8/2jAp3jNL688/s1600/IMG_5344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593635942865572930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xBG_9KZL-ec/TaCWQPFcFEI/AAAAAAAAC-8/2jAp3jNL688/s400/IMG_5344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Turning the page, his favorite thing to do! I guess it makes him feel like he is really following along! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J8mteGrj4Y/TaCWP1Q9xDI/AAAAAAAAC-0/5ObUjvHlb0w/s1600/IMG_5343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593635935934596146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J8mteGrj4Y/TaCWP1Q9xDI/AAAAAAAAC-0/5ObUjvHlb0w/s400/IMG_5343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to take a picture of him while we read scriptures for primary, so these are the pics I took this morning. I love this little big boy so much! He is such a great helper to both his dad and I. Every morning (unless by some miracle he is still asleep) he goes to the barn with Tim before breakfast to feed the bull calves that Tim and Gav are raising and then to check gopher traps with his dad. He has overcome his fear of the calves to be able to do this because he loves his dad so much! I guess there has only been one crying incident, and it involved Tim having to "tackle" a calf to get it to eat out of the bucket (Kylan was afraid he was hurting the calf). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves to help me with Emmit and Mya. He is so great at keeping an eye on them while I shower or put away laundry or whatever else I need to do. He also loves to help me put away his and Mya's laundry and does a pretty good job of it! I'm just so blessed to have him as my boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and even though he is a big 4 year old now, he still gives me plenty of kisses, hugs and cuddles everyday!&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/6527181440544727870-3943258128081940007?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3943258128081940007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=3943258128081940007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3943258128081940007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3943258128081940007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-my-boy.html' title='Love My Boy'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xBG_9KZL-ec/TaCWQPFcFEI/AAAAAAAAC-8/2jAp3jNL688/s72-c/IMG_5344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-441633648646354747</id><published>2011-04-06T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:56:16.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was Tim's day off and I had every intention of taking pictures of everything we did today (those are some of my favorite posts to look at in my blog books), but having 3 kids has really cut down on my picture taking time and has ruined my memory, so I got the beginning of the day and some video of the end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4Q5cpZTNDo/TZ0sw-o4mHI/AAAAAAAAC-s/5psfGGGBeQI/s1600/IMG_5333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592675532223846514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4Q5cpZTNDo/TZ0sw-o4mHI/AAAAAAAAC-s/5psfGGGBeQI/s400/IMG_5333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit and I loaded into the Acadia to go take pics of Tim and the kids checking and resetting gopher (or grover as Ky calls them) traps, but we were too late, so here we are stopped on Corkill Ln talking to each other. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DakwnmpKZsE/TZ0swjaE6FI/AAAAAAAAC-k/9h54kryV4B0/s1600/IMG_5335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592675524913981522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DakwnmpKZsE/TZ0swjaE6FI/AAAAAAAAC-k/9h54kryV4B0/s400/IMG_5335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riding bikes on the car port. Mya is too busy trying to pedal in her work boots to look at the camera. Kylan is wearing a hat that didn't fit Tim, and that he thinks is the best thing ever! While Tim and I worked on our garden spot, Grandma Teri came and got the kids and them along with Braden and Leah pulled weeds at grandmas (again, intended on taking a picture, but didn't make it in time), ate lunch and then were treated to some ice-cream at "Old Mac Donald's" (another Kylanism for McDonalds). While Mya napped, Tim and Ky checked traps again, then we watched "Grownups" (not worth it) and then ate dinner. The kids then played with the dog with Tim. It was great day! Here is video of the latest thing that I taught the kids. 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I have used the same cinnamon roll recipe for the last 6 1/2 years of our marriage, and although its not bad it hasn't really been my favorite. This time I looked for a new one and found it in my favorite cook book (don't know why I didn't look there before). I always make them the night before and then put them in the fridge overnight for the final rising (My sis-in-law Rachel taught me that little trick). I then pull them out while the oven preheats so that they have time to warm up a little before I put them in the oven. Melt-In-Your-Mouth Cinnamon Rolls 2 2/3 c milk 1 c sugar 1/2 c butter 1/2 tsp salt 2 eggs 7 c flour 1T (1pkg) yeast Butter Brown sugar Cinnamon Glaze: 2 c powdered sugar 1/2 c butter, melted 1 tsp vanilla Milk In a large microwave safe bowl mix milk, sugar, butter and salt. Heat in microwave until butter is melted. While mixture is hot add eggs, 3 1/2 cups flour, and yeast and mix then add remaining flour. Let rise for 1 hour. Roll dough out to 1/4-1/2 inch thickness and spread butter. Sprinkle with brown sugar and cinnamon. Roll into a log and cut rolls then place in 2 9x13 pans (I just used one roasting pan). Let rise one more hour. Bake at 350 for 20-25 minutes. Combine all ingredients for the glaze and drizzle over hot cinnamon rolls. These were also good with cream cheese frosting instead of the glaze!!! Enjoy! We sure did!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-4918337158721815276?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4918337158721815276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=4918337158721815276&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4918337158721815276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4918337158721815276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/04/cinnamon-rolls.html' title='Cinnamon Rolls'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-5257005270308629038</id><published>2011-04-02T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:43:18.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Kylan has said some funny things lately that I want to get written down before I forget. He has been kind of obsessed with getting married since Kent and Stacey's wedding:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One day he told me that when he got bigger like dad then he was going to marry me in the temple. I asked him what dad would do without me and he said, don't worry mom, he'll marry My-My girl! Now he says he is going to marry Stacey, but a different Stacey, not Kent's!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He asked me awhile ago when he could have a girlfriend and I told him after his mission. He then asked if he could marry his girlfriend after his mission and I told him yes, but only if she likes me. Now he always tells me, "I have to ask my girlfriend if she likes you and if she doesn't then I won't marry her, but if she does then I can marry her." (we have this conversation daily, and it gets longer each time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday this same conversation happened, then I added that when he is married he can have his own kids (which he was very excited about), and then I get to be the grandma (he added that I would be a fun grandma, so I must not be as mean of a mom as I think I am), and then he asked if he gets to live in his own house and I told him yes. He was so excited, but then he said "But mom, won't you miss me?" and I said of course! Melts my heart!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kylan asked me the other day if he will wear his black clothes (suite) when he gets married. Made me laugh since technically he will be wearing white!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kylan's new favorite song is Time of my Life by Black Eyed Peas and he can sing the entire thing! He even sang if for Aunt Leah when she came and got him yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One day Tim came out in a sweater that I said was out of style. We were arguing over this half jokinly but Kylan thought I was being mean. He followed his dad back into the closet and asked him why I didn't like his brown sweater. Tim told him to ask me so he came out with his hands on his hips and asked me and I told him then he told me I was mean to his dad and not to talk to him like that and to stop doing things I know I shouldn't do. We were cracking up because it was all stuff I tell Kylan!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mya is talking more and more all the time! The things she says are so funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She LOVES toy story and Teri and Brett got her little Woody, Jessie and Buzz toys for Christmas that she plays with daily. They talk and her favorite thing that Jessie says is "Yee Haw Cow Boy" which is Mya talk is "He Haw Dough Boy" and is so cute!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She says Emmit "Memmit" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She LOVES Kylan and Evan. The other day while Evan was here playing I put her down for a nap and then while she was asleep my mom came and took the two boys. While she was coming down the stairs when she woke up she asked "Mom, where are the boys?" Needless to say she was not happy when they were at grandma's without her! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When shopping in Reno one day we ran into Kade and Evan in JC Penny. She jumped out of the stoller, ran to him and nearly knocked him over hugging him! When we left she cried for about 5 minutes for Evan!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves everything princess and noticed the one pic from Tim and my wedding that we have up. She was so excited and kept saying "Momma a princess!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is starting to learn the lyrics to songs, so mid song she will all of a sudden belt out one or two words from the back seat - makes me laugh everytime!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She yells at Max everytime he barks when she is outside and she calls him "Maxi Boy"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Emmit:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still HATES belly time and rolling over, but mean mom is making him do it anyway, so now he actually handles it pretty good and is really good at going backwards, so then he gets upset when he realizes he is getting further away from his toys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is trying to pull himself up on things and he can walk his exersaucer now - maybe he will skip crawling and go right to walking!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He blew raspberries on his dad's belly today and was so proud of himself!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He had me all to himself yesterday afternoon and he loved it! he just kept hugging me and kissing me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He still smiles constantly and at everyone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves his brother and sister so much! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to be upside down!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-5257005270308629038?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5257005270308629038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=5257005270308629038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5257005270308629038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5257005270308629038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/04/funny-kids.html' title='Funny Kids!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-1465994452521215904</id><published>2011-04-02T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:10:54.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smith's Case Sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cp9qqEhS5HQ/TZc8KXdZiOI/AAAAAAAAC-c/66V9L6IgQ_8/s1600/IMG_5332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591003611197442274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cp9qqEhS5HQ/TZc8KXdZiOI/AAAAAAAAC-c/66V9L6IgQ_8/s400/IMG_5332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our latest Smith's run! So happy once again! This time I kept better track of what we did and didn't use so that we got enough of everything this time around! We didn't make it up the first day of the sale, but the only thing we wanted that they were out of was creamy peanut butter (they had crunchy, but my kids don't like it). So here is the rundown this time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;80 lbs of flour ($1.20 per 4lb bag)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;48 cans of green beans (.$0.48 per can)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 cans of cream of mushroom soup ($0.55 per can)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 cans of chicken broth ($0.50 per can)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 cans of stewed italian style tomatoes ($0.50 per can)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 cans of chili ($0.88 per can)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;80 lbs of sugar ($1.89 per 4lb bag)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 - 24oz bottles of ketchup ($0.79 per bottle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 - 48 oz bottles of oil ($2.49 a bottle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total: $175.00!!! Love that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part was Kade and Leah watched Mya and Kylan for us, so our grocery trip also turned into a date night for Tim (Emmit) and I! Thank you guys!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-1465994452521215904?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1465994452521215904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=1465994452521215904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1465994452521215904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1465994452521215904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/04/smiths-case-sale.html' title='Smith&apos;s Case Sale!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cp9qqEhS5HQ/TZc8KXdZiOI/AAAAAAAAC-c/66V9L6IgQ_8/s72-c/IMG_5332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-8313175167468874693</id><published>2011-03-30T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:13:12.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is Here (at least for a couple days)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It finally feels like Spring today and the kids and I are taking full advantage. As I am typing this is what the kids are doing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7bM5cRQC1k/TZOb1OVl3LI/AAAAAAAAC-E/ZDOiA7B16F8/s1600/IMG_5325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589982901180947634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7bM5cRQC1k/TZOb1OVl3LI/AAAAAAAAC-E/ZDOiA7B16F8/s400/IMG_5325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mya was too busy playing with the gate to look at the camera while taking a picture! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OkVxDL7SYK0/TZOb0q1Iz3I/AAAAAAAAC98/EIryAOe8tik/s1600/IMG_5326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589982891649585010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OkVxDL7SYK0/TZOb0q1Iz3I/AAAAAAAAC98/EIryAOe8tik/s400/IMG_5326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit wearing shorts for the first time since he was new born! He is definitly taller than his brother was because these shorts always went to Ky's ankles and they are actually the right length on him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u5-SpoqKuLY/TZOb0UfEwZI/AAAAAAAAC90/TM5QS3B4sdk/s1600/IMG_5324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589982885651464594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u5-SpoqKuLY/TZOb0UfEwZI/AAAAAAAAC90/TM5QS3B4sdk/s400/IMG_5324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylan riding his new bike. He made us back out our vehicles so that he would have plenty of room to ride! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-8313175167468874693?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8313175167468874693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=8313175167468874693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8313175167468874693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8313175167468874693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-is-here-at-least-for-couple-days.html' title='Spring is Here (at least for a couple days)!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7bM5cRQC1k/TZOb1OVl3LI/AAAAAAAAC-E/ZDOiA7B16F8/s72-c/IMG_5325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-8976040202650670719</id><published>2011-03-30T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:06:34.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylan's 4th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things have finally settled down enough that I can catch up on my blogging! First is Ky's 4th birthday! I can't believe I have a big 4 year old and every chance he gets he reminds me that he will be 5 on his next birthday and then he gets to go to kindergarden, which nearly makes me cry, but maybe if he reminds me for a whole year I won't cry when it actually happens! Here on some pics from his special day!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589980885113547378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KToDh0llBzk/TZOZ_35qqnI/AAAAAAAAC9M/qornnix1z-A/s400/IMG_5312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kylan requested chocolate cupcakes for his birthday, and I made these yummy white ones too that my mom makes with raspberry frosting (they are my favorite, and since I did all the work to bring him into the world, I figure it's okay if I also make what I want). Mya snuck into the raspberry ones when no one was looking and helped herself to the tops of 4 of them before the party started! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6rPtK9Xzaw/TZOaBTEKN9I/AAAAAAAAC9k/Lwz98YuXQyA/s1600/IMG_5318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589980909585184722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6rPtK9Xzaw/TZOaBTEKN9I/AAAAAAAAC9k/Lwz98YuXQyA/s400/IMG_5318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUcToeL9mAA/TZOaA0yxp3I/AAAAAAAAC9c/ArR8jafh-Rk/s1600/IMG_5315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589980901459208050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUcToeL9mAA/TZOaA0yxp3I/AAAAAAAAC9c/ArR8jafh-Rk/s400/IMG_5315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Present time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGKeQgJkpwE/TZOaAee7L7I/AAAAAAAAC9U/tmQoXj0BJas/s1600/IMG_5314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589980895470366642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGKeQgJkpwE/TZOaAee7L7I/AAAAAAAAC9U/tmQoXj0BJas/s400/IMG_5314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589980916622929218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13d9C3Q5_4I/TZOaBtSFrUI/AAAAAAAAC9s/d6rQv26Ne-A/s400/IMG_5321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And here are my three cuties playing with one of Ky's presents the day after his birthday. I love how happy Emmit is in this pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-8976040202650670719?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8976040202650670719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=8976040202650670719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8976040202650670719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8976040202650670719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/03/kylans-4th-birthday.html' title='Kylan&apos;s 4th Birthday'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KToDh0llBzk/TZOZ_35qqnI/AAAAAAAAC9M/qornnix1z-A/s72-c/IMG_5312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-8429929990837688023</id><published>2011-03-23T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:30:11.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics by Kade from the Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rPZ8PFBVTk/TYpmFO240-I/AAAAAAAAC9E/_ZugCLtQlqw/s1600/200148_10150426518095062_769890061_17319008_6990249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587390527780213730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rPZ8PFBVTk/TYpmFO240-I/AAAAAAAAC9E/_ZugCLtQlqw/s400/200148_10150426518095062_769890061_17319008_6990249_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cy (3 yrs), Evan (3 yrs), Taye (8 yrs), Kylan (4yrs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FO5CF0jkihY/TYpmE6b4YwI/AAAAAAAAC88/B-kN1tT5ON8/s1600/198211_10150426517665062_769890061_17319000_4567157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587390522298229506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FO5CF0jkihY/TYpmE6b4YwI/AAAAAAAAC88/B-kN1tT5ON8/s400/198211_10150426517665062_769890061_17319000_4567157_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6527181440544727870-8429929990837688023?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8429929990837688023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=8429929990837688023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8429929990837688023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8429929990837688023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-pics-by-kade-from-wedding.html' title='More Pics by Kade from the Wedding'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rPZ8PFBVTk/TYpmFO240-I/AAAAAAAAC9E/_ZugCLtQlqw/s72-c/200148_10150426518095062_769890061_17319008_6990249_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-8452540228435206052</id><published>2011-03-21T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:45:50.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kent &amp; Stacy's Wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's official Kent and Stacy are married! We left last Thursday for the wedding and came home yesterday (Sunday) and boy were we glad to be home! We had a lot of fun, but we also learned a very important lesson - unless absolutely necessary (like for a wedding), never stay in a hotel with a 7 month old (or for that matter any child under the age of 2), unless you like getting absolutely no sleep! I also learned that it is best to put your camera in your diaper bag/purse rather than in your video camera bag if you ever want to take pictures with it because I never remembered to take my video camera bag out of the car and the car was always parked far away (usually somewhere in a parking garage that I would never find my way to or back from by myself). I blame the lack of sleep mentioned earlier! Thankfully other family members did take pictures and so I stole theirs! Some are Kade's and some are my dad's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uT0BdcsVfQ/TYgKM-8JgKI/AAAAAAAAC80/Q2Nz4AHjkGE/s1600/199972_10150424012175062_769890061_17290304_836825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586726555923087522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uT0BdcsVfQ/TYgKM-8JgKI/AAAAAAAAC80/Q2Nz4AHjkGE/s400/199972_10150424012175062_769890061_17290304_836825_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjvdvvuR3nE/TYgKMtROxBI/AAAAAAAAC8s/EumHnnPLf5s/s1600/199110_185329074844986_100001036859078_470661_6398883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586726551179674642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjvdvvuR3nE/TYgKMtROxBI/AAAAAAAAC8s/EumHnnPLf5s/s400/199110_185329074844986_100001036859078_470661_6398883_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--e1XJ_Cy3Ec/TYgKDIuku3I/AAAAAAAAC8k/JWQKEeNqxt4/s1600/198904_185331148178112_100001036859078_470675_7753918_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586726386751814514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--e1XJ_Cy3Ec/TYgKDIuku3I/AAAAAAAAC8k/JWQKEeNqxt4/s400/198904_185331148178112_100001036859078_470675_7753918_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our side of the fam that attended the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hit-pCgileI/TYgKC9QtI9I/AAAAAAAAC8c/h7jHI0yrF7Y/s1600/198285_185329321511628_100001036859078_470664_2460271_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586726383673746386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hit-pCgileI/TYgKC9QtI9I/AAAAAAAAC8c/h7jHI0yrF7Y/s400/198285_185329321511628_100001036859078_470664_2460271_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our whole family. Not the best pic, but kind of funny! Jessie, Kort, Kade, Leah, Evan, Dad, Stacy, Kent, Mom, Me, Emmit, Tim, Lacy, Kal, Mya and Kylan. The wedding was delayed so we were in the temple for over two hours. We were fine, but the poor people outside watching all the kids were dying! Luckily everyone made it out alive, but the kids had had it at this point. Mya by this time refused to wear her shoes (everytime we put them on her she flung them off). Yep, I was that mom that everyone was saying "where is that girls mom. Doesn't she know it's too cold our here for that poor girl to have no shoes on." Yep, I know, but if you can get her to keep them on then go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j47aflwUJbI/TYgKCoS-RqI/AAAAAAAAC8U/GsbUSxyJxK8/s1600/198258_185328904845003_100001036859078_470660_7603136_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586726378046113442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j47aflwUJbI/TYgKCoS-RqI/AAAAAAAAC8U/GsbUSxyJxK8/s400/198258_185328904845003_100001036859078_470660_7603136_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mya and grandma enjoying a beverage after the sealing and pictures at a place called "The Blue Lemon". I highly recommend it to anyone visiting temple square, it's right across the street and very yummy! Make sure you order the sweet potato fries! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oH7JH1K1zvI/TYgKCW4tlSI/AAAAAAAAC8M/wioKGV6UioA/s1600/198146_185329748178252_100001036859078_470665_5004401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586726373372564770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oH7JH1K1zvI/TYgKCW4tlSI/AAAAAAAAC8M/wioKGV6UioA/s400/198146_185329748178252_100001036859078_470665_5004401_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another group shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PhmQJ17hOaQ/TYgKCKZPHjI/AAAAAAAAC8E/vcA51Jlu1F4/s1600/196464_10150424011350062_769890061_17290294_2049253_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586726370019319346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PhmQJ17hOaQ/TYgKCKZPHjI/AAAAAAAAC8E/vcA51Jlu1F4/s400/196464_10150424011350062_769890061_17290294_2049253_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another picture of Mya at lunch. She actually asked my mom to let her go to sleep on her while we were eating. That's how tired my kids were during the trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did have fun, it was great to see so much family and to be at the sealing and meet Stacy's fam! We also got to hang out with Kyle and Carly and they watched our kids during the sealing and then let us stay with them Saturday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's back to getting my 7 month old to stop sleeping like a new born because this mom can't take many more nights of being up every two hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-8452540228435206052?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8452540228435206052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=8452540228435206052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8452540228435206052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/8452540228435206052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/03/kent-stacys-wedding.html' title='Kent &amp; Stacy&apos;s Wedding!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uT0BdcsVfQ/TYgKM-8JgKI/AAAAAAAAC80/Q2Nz4AHjkGE/s72-c/199972_10150424012175062_769890061_17290304_836825_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-2787849188085913980</id><published>2011-03-14T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:19:43.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with Kylan</title><content type='html'>Kylan and I were talking while I put him to bed tonight and his missing teeth came up. For those of you who don't know, missing teeth runs in the Sorensen family. Kylan is missing the same two teeth that Tim is and I told him this the other day and he can't get over it. He has a new theory everytime it comes up of why they are missing, so this is how it went tonight:&lt;br /&gt;Kylan: Dad and I are missing two teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes you are.&lt;br /&gt;Ky: I think someone took them&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really&lt;br /&gt;Ky: Yep, someone in the family&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, I don't think anyone in the family took them&lt;br /&gt;Ky: I know, there were baby teeth there and they came out and the tooth fairy left money under my pillow&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, they were never there. Someday when you are older we will get you fake ones like dad's.&lt;br /&gt;Ky: When I'm six&lt;br /&gt;Me: Probably more like when you are 12.&lt;br /&gt;Ky: Oh, I guess that will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;The kid's obsessed. I wonder what theory he will have tomorrow night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-2787849188085913980?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2787849188085913980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=2787849188085913980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2787849188085913980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2787849188085913980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/03/conversation-with-kylan.html' title='Conversation with Kylan'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-5923654388984535652</id><published>2011-03-12T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T11:46:21.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding Emmit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLXTUZQH6Nk/TXvMfdX519I/AAAAAAAAC78/nWGOzzFKyrc/s1600/IMG_5305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583281003888760786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLXTUZQH6Nk/TXvMfdX519I/AAAAAAAAC78/nWGOzzFKyrc/s400/IMG_5305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ac9ALxdY15c/TXvMfP5fm8I/AAAAAAAAC70/aVbgPLXcS2s/s1600/IMG_5304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583281000271551426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ac9ALxdY15c/TXvMfP5fm8I/AAAAAAAAC70/aVbgPLXcS2s/s400/IMG_5304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RjVk7G2LO-s/TXvMe4n-CVI/AAAAAAAAC7s/n4Td2MPgb2k/s1600/IMG_5308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583280994024032594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RjVk7G2LO-s/TXvMe4n-CVI/AAAAAAAAC7s/n4Td2MPgb2k/s400/IMG_5308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylan has been BEGGING me to let him feed Emmit since he started eating food the end of January. I told him that when Emmit started eating a little better than I would let him. Well, Emmit sits in his bumbo on the island in our kitchen a lot while I am cooking and doing dishes, so one day I turned around and Ky was feeding Emmit and he was doing a great job and Emmit loved that his big brother was feeding him, so until the new-ness wears off (and it will) I am taking full advantage of Kylan liking to feed Emmit! When I took this pic, Kylan actually had his own spoon too, so he would do one bite for Emmit and one bite for him (it's peach yogurt). And just a side note, Emmit is a bottomless pit when it comes to eating food - and not just yogurt, but his vegies too! He also loves to drink water, which comes in very handy when he wants to nurse and Tim has him!&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/6527181440544727870-5923654388984535652?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5923654388984535652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=5923654388984535652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5923654388984535652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/5923654388984535652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeding-emmit.html' title='Feeding Emmit'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLXTUZQH6Nk/TXvMfdX519I/AAAAAAAAC78/nWGOzzFKyrc/s72-c/IMG_5305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-4056460004604010448</id><published>2011-03-04T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:28:05.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cute Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aXHSaJyHyP4/TXG4aJbIYkI/AAAAAAAAC7k/PYBw45nFSBk/s1600/IMG_5302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580444172634579522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aXHSaJyHyP4/TXG4aJbIYkI/AAAAAAAAC7k/PYBw45nFSBk/s400/IMG_5302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylan and Mya all ready for bed tonight. Kylan has been setting traps with Kent out by the dairy and he loves it. Kent says he asks a million questions while they are doing it, and then when he gets back he tells Tim and I everything that he learns. He caught a rabbit in the trap he set yesterday (it was meant for a coyote, but he was happy to have caught something). Some funny things he has said lately: when I tell him I'm sorry for doing something, he usually says "you don't have to be sorry mom, it was an accident." Since they have been spreading manure at the dairy, he hauls "poop" all day at home whether it's outside, or in the house and he gets after Mya and I if we step in it! He sings and dances with Emmit when he is in his exersaucer and if he lets go of Emmit's hands, Emmit keeps reaching for him - he is definitly his little brothers favorite person to play with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGxy47XkXWY/TXG4Z6w8ICI/AAAAAAAAC7c/OJSQrJLR190/s1600/IMG_5300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580444168699519010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGxy47XkXWY/TXG4Z6w8ICI/AAAAAAAAC7c/OJSQrJLR190/s400/IMG_5300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Mya with Uncle Cam tonight. He came over for dinner and then hung out and after her bath she sat by him forever on the couch and was so happy! She too has been checking traps with Uncle Kent and she loves to touch the animals (not sure if I like that, but I think it's funny that she is so much braver than Ky). She has been potty training again, but this time I let her pick out a barbi doll and she is filling up a chart to earn it and she is doing much better, especially the last couple days! She is talking up a storm now and she talks in full sentences! She has a love/hate relationship with Emmit - she doesn't get that he is a baby and that when he pulls her hair or hits her I can't get after him because he doesn't understand, but for the most part she loves him. She is learning her numbers and tries to count everything. She also sings all the time. Her favorites are "Old MacDonald", "Three Little Monkeys Swinging in the Trees" and "Itsy Bitsy Spider."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucewVNeIONc/TXG4Zl-X8XI/AAAAAAAAC7U/nYqnojBqXnE/s1600/IMG_5299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580444163118723442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucewVNeIONc/TXG4Zl-X8XI/AAAAAAAAC7U/nYqnojBqXnE/s400/IMG_5299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmit, dad, Mya and Cam watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViuD4U9oAkY/TXG4ZTzzYlI/AAAAAAAAC7M/Ky6jS0WyBB8/s1600/IMG_5298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580444158242546258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViuD4U9oAkY/TXG4ZTzzYlI/AAAAAAAAC7M/Ky6jS0WyBB8/s400/IMG_5298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit zonked out on dad tonight. He fell asleep while eating, but it was too early for bed and too late for a nap so I gave him to Tim to hold. He woke up for a short time and then fell right back to sleep on him - pretty cute! Now that he is better he is pretty much back to his normal self. He is now at the stage where he gets upset if he can't see anyone and he is much more of a mama's boy than the other two kids were - it seemed like Mya and Ky would've much rather had dad than me! He FINALLY started blowing raspberries and saying "Dada" this week, but he still refuses to roll and he really needs to start doing it because he isn't as happy with being immobile as he used to be, so I am letting him cry things out a lot more lately hoping it will motivate him to move. He is a good baby food eater and eats a lot most days! He is still a very smiley boy and will smile for anyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-4056460004604010448?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4056460004604010448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=4056460004604010448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4056460004604010448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4056460004604010448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-cute-kids.html' title='My Cute Kids'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aXHSaJyHyP4/TXG4aJbIYkI/AAAAAAAAC7k/PYBw45nFSBk/s72-c/IMG_5302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-2336361185678747850</id><published>2011-02-25T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T14:54:37.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; For Christmas Mya got some play/dress up clothes and on Christmas day she didn't really seem to like them, but as time has gone by she plays with them more and more. While I was at the store today Tim said Ky came out and said that he had made Mya all pretty and this was how she came out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXHWMTpp_vY/TWgx9tfVSKI/AAAAAAAAC68/ZTXjJ9lXVGU/s1600/IMG_5291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577763074751154338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXHWMTpp_vY/TWgx9tfVSKI/AAAAAAAAC68/ZTXjJ9lXVGU/s400/IMG_5291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then while Tim was showing me the picture he took of Mya Ky decided to dress up too. This will be going on his 16th birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577763077462944498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCHnmTahV9c/TWgx93l36vI/AAAAAAAAC7E/e7AN6lD-wi4/s400/IMG_5292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Both he and Mya love wearing the high heals and running around on the hard floor. Is it sad that my 2 and 3 year old walk in heels better than I do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjiSFdC_9aA/TWgx9U18klI/AAAAAAAAC60/hc51t03d8Ks/s1600/IMG_5289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577763068135117394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjiSFdC_9aA/TWgx9U18klI/AAAAAAAAC60/hc51t03d8Ks/s400/IMG_5289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is Emmit's new trick - sitting up by himself. He will still fall over some (notice the pillow behind him), but he gets better and better at it everyday (especially if his brother and sister leave him alone while he is sitting)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--1xwL_AJoZI/TWgx9AdxriI/AAAAAAAAC6s/mM5x922iY6k/s1600/IMG_5288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577763062665031202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--1xwL_AJoZI/TWgx9AdxriI/AAAAAAAAC6s/mM5x922iY6k/s400/IMG_5288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-2336361185678747850?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2336361185678747850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=2336361185678747850&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2336361185678747850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2336361185678747850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/02/fun-pictures.html' title='Fun Pictures'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXHWMTpp_vY/TWgx9tfVSKI/AAAAAAAAC68/ZTXjJ9lXVGU/s72-c/IMG_5291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-1417979874611871714</id><published>2011-02-20T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T20:28:33.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Sunday Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cbp1H_QIzd0/TWHorO1yFlI/AAAAAAAAC6k/uCCKbK42Hbc/s1600/IMG_5283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575993643077080658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cbp1H_QIzd0/TWHorO1yFlI/AAAAAAAAC6k/uCCKbK42Hbc/s400/IMG_5283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim enjoying some cake with our delicious homemade pizza in the back ground. Sunday's are our eat-whatever-we-want days, so we like to have all of our favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gO9PClRZ8BI/TWHorPb-ILI/AAAAAAAAC6c/QlxEB6fbD-4/s1600/IMG_5284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575993643237253298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gO9PClRZ8BI/TWHorPb-ILI/AAAAAAAAC6c/QlxEB6fbD-4/s400/IMG_5284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim, Mya and Kylan. Love Mya's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb1Wac9JzIs/TWHoqwAeRXI/AAAAAAAAC6U/8DMb0fbj1ro/s1600/IMG_5285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575993634800420210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb1Wac9JzIs/TWHoqwAeRXI/AAAAAAAAC6U/8DMb0fbj1ro/s400/IMG_5285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit hanging out and NOT crying! I think it had been a whole hour since he had cried when I took this picture. That has to be some kind of record this week (unless he is sleeping). I have a new appreciation for those of you who have had collic babies! I have about gone crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-etF67_evCOo/TWHoqoeYqWI/AAAAAAAAC6M/vVyB4SdoOW8/s1600/IMG_5286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575993632778398050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-etF67_evCOo/TWHoqoeYqWI/AAAAAAAAC6M/vVyB4SdoOW8/s400/IMG_5286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching Funniest Home Videos with dad. Not my favorite show, but Tim and the kids love it. In fact Tim's whole family loves it and Tim informed me that it has been on the air for 22 years now, so apparently a lot of people out there enjoy watching it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-1417979874611871714?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1417979874611871714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=1417979874611871714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1417979874611871714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1417979874611871714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-sunday-pictures.html' title='Some Sunday Pictures'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cbp1H_QIzd0/TWHorO1yFlI/AAAAAAAAC6k/uCCKbK42Hbc/s72-c/IMG_5283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-2901069217885053895</id><published>2011-02-20T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:16:27.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roseola</title><content type='html'>. . . just add it to the list of things Emmit had this week. The doctor mentioned that he may have this and we would know for sure if he broke out in a rash all over his body once his fever was gone. Well, sure enough today he started a rash at the back of his neck and top of his back and it has spread down his back and chest, to his extremities and even a little on his face. It starts with an upper respitory infection, and only affects 6 months-2yr olds. Add the ear infection, and I think Emmit shouldn't get sick again for awhile! Poor baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-2901069217885053895?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2901069217885053895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=2901069217885053895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2901069217885053895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/2901069217885053895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/02/roseola.html' title='Roseola'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-3871335756452113253</id><published>2011-02-18T15:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:58:50.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day and Emmit Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We woke up to all of this today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Var8Mhg5LW0/TV8EzeLY7ZI/AAAAAAAAC58/4NPmZuKlurk/s1600/IMG_5277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575180146028637586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Var8Mhg5LW0/TV8EzeLY7ZI/AAAAAAAAC58/4NPmZuKlurk/s400/IMG_5277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04xXyumzvvo/TV8EzSssPYI/AAAAAAAAC50/GI3xYEgNe_8/s1600/IMG_5276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575180142947089794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04xXyumzvvo/TV8EzSssPYI/AAAAAAAAC50/GI3xYEgNe_8/s400/IMG_5276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylan and Mya couldn't wait to get out in it. They begged me to get them dressed from the moment they got up. In fact, Kylan has gotten really good at being able to dress himself, so when I got all their warm stuff out and ready and Emmit got upset so I had to hold him, Kylan had dressed himself by the time I got back to getting them ready! I never knew how nice it would be when he could dress himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575180147901173618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tnU07SfNmoA/TV8EzlJ1j3I/AAAAAAAAC6E/63ODJgqErY8/s400/IMG_5278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And there they go, looking for the "deep snow". They actually played for about 30 minutes, then came in for hot chocolate and I dried their clothes for them and then they went out again for about an hour! Good thing too because it is already gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onto the Emmit update. The walk-in clinic doctor told me on Wednesday that if he still had a fever Friday morning to bring him back in. Last night before bed his fever finally broke, for the first time since Saturday night. We were so happy! He only woke up once last night, and then when he got up this morning his fever still hadn't come back! Other than throwing up a bunch of flem, he was feeling so much better! He went down for a hap around 9am and slept for almost three hours. When he woke up he felt warm, but I thought it was just from sleeping, so I gave him Tylenol (for the pain in his ear since his ear drum ended up rupturing Wed. afternoon), then fed him and changed him. I then took his temp and it was 103.5 and this was about 30 min after he had been given Tylenol! I called Tim who came home immediately. Emmit threw-up again by the time he got home (mostly flem again), so we bathed him and I ran him in. His temp was still at about 102 in the doctors office (now over an hour since he had medicine) and so they put him on a stronger antibiotic + antibiotic drops for his ear. If he still has a fever on Monday I have to take him back, and if it gets above 104 we are to take him to the ER over the weekend (she told me Narag is on duty this weekend which is good). I just want my baby to be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-3871335756452113253?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3871335756452113253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=3871335756452113253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3871335756452113253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3871335756452113253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-day-and-emmit-update.html' title='Snow Day and Emmit Update'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Var8Mhg5LW0/TV8EzeLY7ZI/AAAAAAAAC58/4NPmZuKlurk/s72-c/IMG_5277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-3397271126280535756</id><published>2011-02-16T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:08:10.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>I finally took Emmit to the walk-in clinic today (I tried to get into his doctor, but there was no way they could get him in, but they said he HAD to be seen today, so to go to the walk-in clinic) and he has an ear infection. They asked me if the ER even looked in his ears, which they did but for only a second. Tim and I just don't have good luck in the ER here. We have been miss-diagnosed all three times that we have been there since we have been married: When Tim's appendix burst, they said he had a bad flu and gave him antibiotics "just in case" which we found out actually made things worse, when I had a miscarriage they said I had had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tabular&lt;/span&gt; pregnancy (when I saw my doctor the next day they said there was absolutely nothing that indicated I had had that), and now they told us Emmit's infection was viral and that antibiotic would do no good. Well, unless one of us is actually dieing and can't make it to Reno I don't think we will be going there again anytime soon! Can't wait to see the bill for this one . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-3397271126280535756?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3397271126280535756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=3397271126280535756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3397271126280535756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/3397271126280535756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-7812667540796246688</id><published>2011-02-15T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T11:10:58.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tim and were able to go out Saturday night for dinner (thank you Gav and Rayanne), and it was that night that the sickness started for Emmit and Kylan. Needless to say, we have had a long couple of days. Kylan is better, Emmit is getting there after a trip to the ER and call to the doctor. Admist all of this, I didn't get our kids anything for valentines day. I had planned on stopping on our way to pick the kids up after our date night, but since that was when they became sick I wasn't able to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I really wanted to do in this post was to thank the grandparent's and great-grandparent's for the wonderful gifts they brought to our kids yesterday. I was feeling pretty terrible that I hadn't gotten the kids anything for Valentine's day, but everyone else more than made up for that. Also, Tim and Ky went on a medicine run and got me a very nice card and some candy. Tim told Kylan they were going to surprise me and Kylan asked him if he could hide under the table (he didn't quite get that the card and candy were my surprise). So here they are this morning with some of their loot (dad hid some of it so well that even I can't find it - we all basically survived on candy yesterday, in fact at about 6pm last night I realized I hadn't eaten anything but candy and diet coke and water all day because I was so tired and busy with Emmit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573991472878153362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m5f0OP_0NA/TVrLtln1bpI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/vVL_tE0NIoM/s400/IMG_5262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The roses were from my grandparent's because my kids have all been sick a lot lately. Love my grandparents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kCayxMdBlhI/TVrLuR36lDI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/hIiy-7t0nW0/s1600/IMG_5263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573991484756759602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kCayxMdBlhI/TVrLuR36lDI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/hIiy-7t0nW0/s400/IMG_5263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmit woke up, so we had him get in one really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573991497478207650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CusOfbn7gCM/TVrLvBQ8eKI/AAAAAAAAC5g/ai_pC7u3KLs/s400/IMG_5268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here he is with his dog that Grandma and Grandpa Adams got him. He really does love it, this is one of the few almost smiles that we've gotten from him in the last couple days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573991507324952738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0uYN5-N62S0/TVrLvl8l4KI/AAAAAAAAC5o/ETCIb-4IsS4/s400/IMG_5269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then that smile turned to this! And this is where he began crying for about an hour, until I got him to sleep and then rocked him for another half hour before laying him back down. The cute thing that he has started doing while being sick is holding his arms out to Tim or I (mostly me, he has turned into a mama's boy the last few weeks) because he wants one or the other of us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-7812667540796246688?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7812667540796246688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=7812667540796246688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7812667540796246688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7812667540796246688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-2011.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day 2011'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m5f0OP_0NA/TVrLtln1bpI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/vVL_tE0NIoM/s72-c/IMG_5262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-4973960145486614406</id><published>2011-02-09T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:19:02.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Fun Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom has been helping my grandma go through some stuff that she boxed up while their house was being repainted and carpeted and she has been bringing over pics of Wade for me to post on facebook. Today she brought over a bunch of us when we were little and I thought it would be fun to post them here! So here they are, in no kind of order!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMe821L7EI/AAAAAAAAC5I/1ybfyu3qLlo/s1600/scan0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571831194847013954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMe821L7EI/AAAAAAAAC5I/1ybfyu3qLlo/s400/scan0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween I would guess around 1990 (Kort looks about 2 or 3). And no my mom isn't dressed up (Tim asked if she was)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMe8_nyUXI/AAAAAAAAC5A/HBGDhqWhgxY/s1600/scan0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571831197206729074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMe8_nyUXI/AAAAAAAAC5A/HBGDhqWhgxY/s400/scan0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce and Kort with Carissa and Reed on Halloween 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMegPBCBHI/AAAAAAAAC44/Ors0rREy9S8/s1600/scan0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571830703122941042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMegPBCBHI/AAAAAAAAC44/Ors0rREy9S8/s400/scan0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being silly. I think it was someone's birthday, maybe dad's. Sorry Kal that you were cut out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMefru_2hI/AAAAAAAAC4w/eJpe8eSl8CY/s1600/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571830693652060690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMefru_2hI/AAAAAAAAC4w/eJpe8eSl8CY/s400/scan0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Schank Family party (once again, probably a party). Brandon (cut off a little), Drew, Mom, Jared, Grandpa Cyril, Grandma Delva and dad. Grandpa Adams is standing by the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMefPMkxVI/AAAAAAAAC4o/sHZL3S13_jY/s1600/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571830685991486802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMefPMkxVI/AAAAAAAAC4o/sHZL3S13_jY/s400/scan0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this was probably the summer between 5th and 6th grade (1994/95is). This is Jessie (Kroshus) Isbister, Me, Kent and Kort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMeewLyLJI/AAAAAAAAC4g/BLqz2HOpDZY/s1600/scan0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571830677666671762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMeewLyLJI/AAAAAAAAC4g/BLqz2HOpDZY/s400/scan0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kort and Grandpa Adams. Kort was always with Grandpa. My mom started working at the office when Kort started kindergarten and so my grandpa would pick him up from school a lot for her (my grandma was still teaching).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMeeppwo7I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/7OIlQlFnJ7A/s1600/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571830675913352114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMeeppwo7I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/7OIlQlFnJ7A/s400/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom on the phone in high school (or maybe junior high). There was a whole series of these that my grandma had probably taken for her photography class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-4973960145486614406?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4973960145486614406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=4973960145486614406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4973960145486614406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/4973960145486614406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-fun-pictures.html' title='Some Fun Pictures'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TVMe821L7EI/AAAAAAAAC5I/1ybfyu3qLlo/s72-c/scan0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-240433724820860951</id><published>2011-02-05T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:26:32.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TU3bJBXMXCI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/74M66YB2Afs/s1600/IMG_5250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570349262158191650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TU3bJBXMXCI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/74M66YB2Afs/s400/IMG_5250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've been busy, but not with anything too exciting. Mainly we've been busy with Tim and I trying to squeeze in work outs where ever we can, which is a challenge with three kids and not much daylight! Our goal for the last few months has to been to become healthier, not just to lose weight through dieting, but to make a life style change that will get us eating healthier and exercising more. I have to say, I feel pretty great and have so much more energy. So while I would like to drop lots of weight really quickly, I know that this is the best route for the long run, so I am trying to be patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, on to the important stuff . . . the kids! They are doing great. Mya is potty training so much easier than Kylan did. The only time she has trouble is when friends are over to play. We haven't really ventured out yet with the big girl undies on, but at home she does really well! It's the time of year that they start fertilizing the fields here on the dairy, so Kylan is so happy to be hauling "poop" with dad in the afternoons. And Emmit is just being the great baby he is! Nap time is sacred in our house, but I needed to wake him up to go to a babyshower today, so since I had to wake him up anyway, I decided it would be a great chance to get a good picture of my cute baby sleeping. Isn't he just perfect!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-240433724820860951?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/240433724820860951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=240433724820860951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/240433724820860951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/240433724820860951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TU3bJBXMXCI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/74M66YB2Afs/s72-c/IMG_5250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-7627356972113403385</id><published>2011-01-29T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:57:42.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Reason . . .</title><content type='html'>Cats sprayed my stroller. Not happy. Didn't figure it out until AFTER Emmit had been it it. I guess it could have been worse, I could have put it in my car. I did put Emmit in his exersaucer while I went to investigate the familiar, yet couldn't-put-my-finger-on-it smell (it's how my parents first rentals always smelt). That stuff really transfers to EVERYTHING it touches. I almost threw up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-7627356972113403385?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7627356972113403385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=7627356972113403385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7627356972113403385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7627356972113403385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/01/yet-another-reason.html' title='Yet Another Reason . . .'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-7109591030799142884</id><published>2011-01-28T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:31:26.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reason I Don't Like Pets . . .</title><content type='html'>Kylan just came in from feeding the cat and said that he and Mya ate the cat food. I ran out to get Mya right as she shoved a whole handful in her mouth. I almost threw up. I'm gagging right now just thinking about it again. I knew this day would come, I just wasn't prepared for how much it really grossed me out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-7109591030799142884?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7109591030799142884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=7109591030799142884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7109591030799142884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/7109591030799142884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-reason-i-dont-like-pets.html' title='Another Reason I Don&apos;t Like Pets . . .'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-318312638375767703</id><published>2011-01-28T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:13:49.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ky's Treehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We have (well, had) this weird tree in the middle of our lawn right in front of our front porch that we have been wanting to cut down since we moved in. When it came time to re-roof the house, it came down to make room for the dump truck. So, for the last month the tree has been laying in our front yard and Kylan has been calling it his tree house. He works on it everyday - fixing the roof, building a garage, etc. So, while it is in the way and kind of ugly, it is keeping my kids very happy, so I'm okay with it sticking around until we have to start mowing our lawn again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUMDJBROdaI/AAAAAAAAC38/JmO7Pr5Kl5c/s1600/IMG_5240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567297017854457250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUMDJBROdaI/AAAAAAAAC38/JmO7Pr5Kl5c/s400/IMG_5240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ignore the interesting clothes - it's laundry day and Mya is really good at finding and getting into any little speck of mud she can find outside, and getting food all over her so she isn't in good clothes unless we are going somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567297014235873906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUMDIzyfQnI/AAAAAAAAC30/WB5ewqg-s9g/s400/IMG_5239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylan working on the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567297023196392562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUMDJVK17HI/AAAAAAAAC4E/a7nTLKtM2HM/s400/IMG_5241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I had to include a picture of Emmit because I think he is so cute all the time! He is getting close to 6 months old (which I can't believe) and yet is still totally content to just lay on the ground or stand in his exersaucer and watch his brother and sister play! He can roll from his stomach to his back and I think he could go the other way if he really wanted to, but he doesn't seem to mind not being able to mover around more. He can scoot himself around a little and he is getting closer to being able to sit by himself, but he is way behind his brother and sister in these areas. However, he is so much happier than they were that I am just fine with it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some cute things that have happened recently:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last night Emmit was screaming for about 30 min or longer straight and nothing I was doing was making him happy (so not like him), so I finally went and put him back on my bed because that is where he takes naps and I thought maybe he was just tired. Well, Kylan was very concerned, so I told him he could go try to make him happy if he wanted. Within just a couple minutes I could hear Emmit laughing! He just loves Kylan so much and it sure does make me happy!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids got a little play blender for Christmas and Tim and I have been trying to be healthier, so we have been working out and we usually drink a protein shake for breakfast in the morning after Tim gets home from playing basketball and I get done with my work out video. Well, the other morning Kylan told me that he had just gotten done playing basketball and that he was making a protein shake in his blender and wanted to know if I wanted some! Kylan also will do my work outs with me, but only if there is a guy on the video doing the exercises. If there isn't, then he says he can't do them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mya has been talking a lot more all of a sudden. We had some of her birthday cake left over and so the other night after dinner she pushed her plate away and then said "Chocate cake peeze". She is really good at saying "peeze" and it makes it hard to say no to anything she asks for!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I recently showed Ky how to push play on the remote for the dvd player in their room. A few days later he (all by himself) knew how to pause, rewind, and open and change the cd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-318312638375767703?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/318312638375767703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=318312638375767703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/318312638375767703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/318312638375767703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/01/kys-treehouse.html' title='Ky&apos;s Treehouse'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUMDJBROdaI/AAAAAAAAC38/JmO7Pr5Kl5c/s72-c/IMG_5240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527181440544727870.post-1240047365549805762</id><published>2011-01-26T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:40:49.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We remembered to get the video camera out, but not our regular camera. Luckily Kade had his and was snapping away (he's practicing using his indoor flash and lense stuff) and his turned out way better than mine would have anyway. So, here is Mya's party in pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC81jHizyI/AAAAAAAAC3s/gU_BnbIRhhE/s1600/163667_10150363783225062_769890061_16507637_8329667_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566656767575904034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC81jHizyI/AAAAAAAAC3s/gU_BnbIRhhE/s400/163667_10150363783225062_769890061_16507637_8329667_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake was Skor cake and it was very yummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566656756007921330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC804BhZrI/AAAAAAAAC3c/ywFyRUVcndU/s400/164129_10150363783035062_769890061_16507632_8117634_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mya and her princess ballon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566655766300958962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC77RE_oPI/AAAAAAAAC18/pWnUWv8RIcs/s400/180617_10150363783390062_769890061_16507641_7578973_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pointing to her cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566655782918319602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC78O-4bfI/AAAAAAAAC2U/w4ZJwZR27KA/s400/180299_10150363783485062_769890061_16507643_5953672_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was the second time I lit the candle. The first time she blew it out before we could sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566656269441261778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC8Yja_YNI/AAAAAAAAC28/B7mBVW8Awlk/s400/179349_10150363783710062_769890061_16507648_4834720_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening to everyone sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566656276270290354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC8Y83KFbI/AAAAAAAAC3E/39wdTJoswqM/s400/168959_10150363783780062_769890061_16507649_341013_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566656750556509746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC80jtzdjI/AAAAAAAAC3U/nzWwqdMGyAM/s400/166829_10150363784010062_769890061_16507653_7392117_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leah and Evan waiting for cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566656255763745058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC8XweBCSI/AAAAAAAAC2k/Colzwh_5IWw/s400/179835_10150363783850062_769890061_16507651_1313712_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The birthday girl waiting for cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC80ZTzo9I/AAAAAAAAC3M/lNPCzPAUrmg/s1600/167703_10150363784970062_769890061_16507673_7836249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566656747763114962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC80ZTzo9I/AAAAAAAAC3M/lNPCzPAUrmg/s400/167703_10150363784970062_769890061_16507673_7836249_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Braden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566656262222699026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC8YIh82hI/AAAAAAAAC2s/ZAjGkDmYIJk/s400/179421_10150363784700062_769890061_16507668_7003804_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566655772960342802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC77p4twxI/AAAAAAAAC2E/dv8GJwRgSNk/s400/180603_10150363784595062_769890061_16507666_7391335_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC8YBMochI/AAAAAAAAC20/1FsdF6YY8rM/s1600/179416_10150363785545062_769890061_16507686_1134750_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566656260254233106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC8YBMochI/AAAAAAAAC20/1FsdF6YY8rM/s400/179416_10150363785545062_769890061_16507686_1134750_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening present. She was very spoiled by everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566656758928223506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC81C5xrRI/AAAAAAAAC3k/gZt10IzqRqA/s400/163739_10150363785840062_769890061_16507692_1600344_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC770IyfOI/AAAAAAAAC2M/XHZQqg05TdI/s1600/180385_10150363785465062_769890061_16507685_1884594_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566655775712115938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC770IyfOI/AAAAAAAAC2M/XHZQqg05TdI/s400/180385_10150363785465062_769890061_16507685_1884594_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to include a pic of Jocelyn because she is just so stinkin' cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527181440544727870-1240047365549805762?l=wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1240047365549805762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527181440544727870&amp;postID=1240047365549805762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1240047365549805762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527181440544727870/posts/default/1240047365549805762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2011/01/party.html' title='The Party'/><author><name>Kassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156527225459972126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/Sfkt5MhNPoI/AAAAAAAABo4/0cWYlZZvadI/S220/Kassi,+Tim,+Kylan,+Mya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPrih-QVmfM/TUC81jHizyI/AAAAAAAAC3s/gU_BnbIRhhE/s72-c/163667_10150363783225062_769890061_16507637_8329667_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
