<?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-252291280117372445</id><updated>2012-01-30T17:29:21.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To Our World!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-2114842956454008119</id><published>2011-06-21T21:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:51:50.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's a Flyin'</title><content type='html'>We've had a LOT going on lately with a new baby in the house, the warmer weather, Trevor's new work schedule, Canadian visitors, etc.   Here's a brief overview of our last month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dV95_iKKFpU/TgFnXfn9X7I/AAAAAAAACi0/D1M6K9Z8_CE/s1600/DSC_0110a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dV95_iKKFpU/TgFnXfn9X7I/AAAAAAAACi0/D1M6K9Z8_CE/s400/DSC_0110a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620887463258841010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace had an incredibly cute Mother's Day program at school.  They sang and danced.  Here he is with one of his best school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXxOj-qkxOQ/TgFnXOUuU6I/AAAAAAAACis/6hts01RYCEU/s1600/DSC_0102a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXxOj-qkxOQ/TgFnXOUuU6I/AAAAAAAACis/6hts01RYCEU/s400/DSC_0102a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620887458614760354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace did so good with all of his parts.  His teacher does such a great job with the kids.  We're so excited for Sissy to start next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b4fwhXVYz6g/TgFnX1-hyxI/AAAAAAAACi8/_-da4cX1e5E/s1600/DSC_0122a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b4fwhXVYz6g/TgFnX1-hyxI/AAAAAAAACi8/_-da4cX1e5E/s400/DSC_0122a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620887469259082514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Jace.  This was about 6 days days after I had the baby.  I feel bad because the original date for the Mother's Day Program was on the day I was supposed to have Cole, so she moved it up a couple of days, but obviously that didn't all work out!  Luckily Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa came over to watch Cole so we didn't have to bring the babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZIx58KeTAk/TgFmr-4XizI/AAAAAAAACik/X_T356sdKo4/s1600/DSC_0204a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZIx58KeTAk/TgFmr-4XizI/AAAAAAAACik/X_T356sdKo4/s400/DSC_0204a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620886715734919986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole is still a BIG hit!  The kids want to hold him all the time!  They are so sweet and gentle with him.  Pay attention to Brooklyn's hair because she had her first major hair cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpeGg0Mhyk4/TgFmVwAyLhI/AAAAAAAACiE/9WXzPX9NXaE/s1600/DSC_0212a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpeGg0Mhyk4/TgFmVwAyLhI/AAAAAAAACiE/9WXzPX9NXaE/s400/DSC_0212a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620886333786566162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rylan came and stayed a couple of nights with us a couple of weeks ago and we LOVED it!  Trevor has been working late and I get lonely, so it was perfect to have him come and stay!  He is such a sweetheart and the kids LOVE playing with him!  I think he asked me how he could help out about 50 times while he was here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v_7BIZiOl9k/TgFmVk-KhdI/AAAAAAAACh8/SlVaj46BtSU/s1600/DSC_0208a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v_7BIZiOl9k/TgFmVk-KhdI/AAAAAAAACh8/SlVaj46BtSU/s400/DSC_0208a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620886330822788562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole and Logan are besties!  They're getting so big and are so much fun!  They especially like it when we dress them as twinners ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1vxQXVrs_c/TgFmWmRGdlI/AAAAAAAACiU/cj-98q2I3sU/s1600/DSC_0226a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1vxQXVrs_c/TgFmWmRGdlI/AAAAAAAACiU/cj-98q2I3sU/s400/DSC_0226a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620886348350518866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy and Papa came to visit us for a week the first part of June and Cole got spoiled with lots of loves and a beautiful quilt from Grammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_xfvuCiZGY/TgFl1PHFjFI/AAAAAAAAChc/gP3Dp2KM0Gk/s1600/Dsc_0270a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_xfvuCiZGY/TgFl1PHFjFI/AAAAAAAAChc/gP3Dp2KM0Gk/s400/Dsc_0270a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620885775198817362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa had the magic touch!  When Cole was fussy, Papa would pick him up and Cole would cuddle right into his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TywbkxRuDuA/TgFl2Sl-yiI/AAAAAAAACh0/Ek159XUHjA4/s1600/DSC_0240a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n45jSQfJQPY/TgFmWJoufhI/AAAAAAAACiM/aRUaAaQJQxk/s1600/DSC_0219a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n45jSQfJQPY/TgFmWJoufhI/AAAAAAAACiM/aRUaAaQJQxk/s400/DSC_0219a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620886340664983058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole is in his new elephant onesie Grammy and Papa brought for him.  Grammy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; elephants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v_7BIZiOl9k/TgFmVk-KhdI/AAAAAAAACh8/SlVaj46BtSU/s1600/DSC_0208a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXHPLPdjv3c/TgFmW8XEu-I/AAAAAAAACic/E07dQItCmhs/s1600/DSC_0237a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXHPLPdjv3c/TgFmW8XEu-I/AAAAAAAACic/E07dQItCmhs/s400/DSC_0237a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620886354281151458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took the kids to the Dinosaur Park while they were in town and they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TywbkxRuDuA/TgFl2Sl-yiI/AAAAAAAACh0/Ek159XUHjA4/s1600/DSC_0240a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TywbkxRuDuA/TgFl2Sl-yiI/AAAAAAAACh0/Ek159XUHjA4/s400/DSC_0240a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620885793313573410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Brooklyn sporting her new little bob.  I definitely cut it shorter than I wanted (than had to have my stylist fix it!) but I'm loving it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LwyZ_n_Swqs/TgFl1w8P3qI/AAAAAAAAChs/8Q7DTZxUis4/s1600/DSC_0242a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LwyZ_n_Swqs/TgFl1w8P3qI/AAAAAAAAChs/8Q7DTZxUis4/s400/DSC_0242a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620885784280161954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy and Sis.  I'm not digging her new "cheese" whenever I take pictures.  I have to tell her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to smile now so that she looks like herself in the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aC1uLEbozyM/TgFl1m-hOaI/AAAAAAAAChk/6P7mr3RCGCI/s1600/DSC_0251a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aC1uLEbozyM/TgFl1m-hOaI/AAAAAAAAChk/6P7mr3RCGCI/s400/DSC_0251a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620885781605333410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More fun at the dinosaur park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_xfvuCiZGY/TgFl1PHFjFI/AAAAAAAAChc/gP3Dp2KM0Gk/s1600/Dsc_0270a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6jLBvEiolzQ/TgFl092pjXI/AAAAAAAAChU/2Nb0uD5FxKc/s1600/DSC_0274a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6jLBvEiolzQ/TgFl092pjXI/AAAAAAAAChU/2Nb0uD5FxKc/s400/DSC_0274a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620885770566471026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grammy and Papa with the babe.  It was so sad to see them leave.  Jace just sat there and sobbed saying he didn't want them to go.  We love them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've had a great month and are loving the changes to our little family.  It's definitely been challenging....my house is never quite clean, and the kids don't get bathed as much as they should, but we're enjoying our family of 5!&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/252291280117372445-2114842956454008119?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2114842956454008119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=2114842956454008119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/2114842956454008119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/2114842956454008119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/times-flyin.html' title='Time&apos;s a Flyin&apos;'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dV95_iKKFpU/TgFnXfn9X7I/AAAAAAAACi0/D1M6K9Z8_CE/s72-c/DSC_0110a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-9126649503412016818</id><published>2011-06-19T20:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:34:14.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qRBoXRbKIqo/Tf6xmtlFz_I/AAAAAAAAChM/sWhMAfEW6rM/s1600/fdzezula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qRBoXRbKIqo/Tf6xmtlFz_I/AAAAAAAAChM/sWhMAfEW6rM/s400/fdzezula.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620124663633268722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-9126649503412016818?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9126649503412016818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=9126649503412016818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/9126649503412016818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/9126649503412016818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qRBoXRbKIqo/Tf6xmtlFz_I/AAAAAAAAChM/sWhMAfEW6rM/s72-c/fdzezula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-3436537417182089445</id><published>2011-05-31T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:23:39.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Cole</title><content type='html'>We have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVIN' &lt;/span&gt;us some Cole!  The kids are constantly arguing about who's turn it is to hold him and wake up every morning so excited and surprised that he's here.  They can't leave the house or go to bed without giving him multiple kisses and hugs.  They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; love his hair!  They are constantly rubbing it, flattening it, or making it into a Mohawk,  etc.  In fact, Brooklyn will ask me if I can put Cole in his bouncer so she can "pet" him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7A_6YvHr6s/TeWyPMJ7R7I/AAAAAAAACg4/K0WhpHpHuec/s1600/DSC_0127a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7A_6YvHr6s/TeWyPMJ7R7I/AAAAAAAACg4/K0WhpHpHuec/s400/DSC_0127a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613088484617832370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Jace cuddling Cole.  He has been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; sweet with his little brother.  He told me one night while I was tucking him in that "if Cole doesn't want any milk, or his binkie, than you should bring him to me, because he might want some 'Jace Time'".  Now he's always saying that the baby needs some "Jace Time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GI9c7Exooow/TeWyO5b55sI/AAAAAAAACgw/yzJT7pMwGXs/s1600/DSC_0140a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GI9c7Exooow/TeWyO5b55sI/AAAAAAAACgw/yzJT7pMwGXs/s400/DSC_0140a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613088479592965826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brooklyn with the babe.  They're both really good with him.  A lot of the time I will give them the baby and they will put him to sleep in just a few minutes.  (Except when he "accidentally" fell off the couch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5YRAVOBb6E/TeWyOZIVCjI/AAAAAAAACgg/SArBC5AM_N4/s1600/DSC_0157a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5YRAVOBb6E/TeWyOZIVCjI/AAAAAAAACgg/SArBC5AM_N4/s400/DSC_0157a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613088470920923698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We gave Cole his first bath which was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge &lt;/span&gt;hit with the kids!  They were very "helpful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VX9TOcvMUE/TeWxNnFyREI/AAAAAAAACgY/7eyI2qtD1J0/s1600/DSC_0161a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VX9TOcvMUE/TeWxNnFyREI/AAAAAAAACgY/7eyI2qtD1J0/s400/DSC_0161a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613087357976855618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole LOVES to get his hair washed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXixFWuDbko/TeWxNY38miI/AAAAAAAACgQ/kcIugPjfKrE/s1600/DSC_0167a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXixFWuDbko/TeWxNY38miI/AAAAAAAACgQ/kcIugPjfKrE/s400/DSC_0167a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613087354160716322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wasn't too sure about the bath part, but didn't cry until we got him out and got him dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uFmk7t3e2eE/TeWxM8WOWxI/AAAAAAAACgA/9SkCeUSwJEw/s1600/DSC_0178a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2oS6SbmFVg/TeWxM-CY93I/AAAAAAAACf4/yShSmOaggOU/s1600/DSC_0183a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2oS6SbmFVg/TeWxM-CY93I/AAAAAAAACf4/yShSmOaggOU/s400/DSC_0183a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613087346956760946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a baby is exhausting!!!  (Although I wish he was a little more 'exhausted' in the middle of the night!!)&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/252291280117372445-3436537417182089445?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3436537417182089445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=3436537417182089445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3436537417182089445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3436537417182089445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/loving-cole.html' title='Loving Cole'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7A_6YvHr6s/TeWyPMJ7R7I/AAAAAAAACg4/K0WhpHpHuec/s72-c/DSC_0127a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-4893791890577964309</id><published>2011-05-23T22:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:22:02.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cole's Story</title><content type='html'>I know a lot of you either know a lot of this already or don't care, but I'm sharing anyway because I love hearing/reading birth stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Background:&lt;/span&gt;  I'm a good baby baker. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So&lt;/span&gt; good that my babies don't seem to want to ever come out (unless forced).  I carry high so I don't dilate or really efface much.  I went 6 days over my due date before we evicted Jace, and Brooklyn we scheduled 6 days before her due date.  Both babies were born on the 4th of the month (August 4th and October 4th), so when we went to our first appointment with this pregnancy and were told our due date was May 4th we knew that would be the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 7-8 months to April 26th.  I woke up in the early morning  with painful contractions.  Now I've had Braxton Hicks contractions  throughout all of my pregnancies but these suckers HURT!!  I tried to sleep through them and eventually got up to take a bath and drink water to try to get those babies to go away.   I know it probably sounds crazy, but I really didn't want to have my baby until our induction date.  I still had a lot to do, and we'd figured out arrangements for the bigger babes, etc.  Anyway, I wasn't ready.   I timed the contractions after all of my attempts at stopping them failed and they were consistently 3-5 minutes apart for 2 + hours.  When my OB's office opened I called to see if I could go in and get checked, but my doctor was in surgery all day.  They said I needed to go to the hospital to get monitored.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got off the phone, I think I was so taken back that  I scared the contractions away!  They were still consistent, but not all of them were painful.  I kept telling Trevor he should go down and work on the basement (we were hoping to have the kids' rooms finished down there before the wee little one arrived).  Every time I told him that, I'd have another painful contraction.  We finally decided to go up to the hospital just so we could see what was going on.  We dropped the kids at my sister's and reluctantly went to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, my contractions slowed down .  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;.  I kind of felt dumb, but oh well. There were still some painful ones, but nothing too bad.  The nurse checked my dilation and I was a 1+.  I know that doesn't sound impressive to most, but that's the most I've dilated on my own, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever.  &lt;/span&gt;We told her we'd prefer to wait to be induced but if they could give me something for the pain and make the contractions go away, I'd happily be on my way.  They gave me a lortab and we left.  We didn't even make it to the parking lot when they started getting really painful again.  I was doubled over in pain.  I didn't want to go back (I already felt stupid) so we went back home, leaving the kiddos at my sister's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just in case.  &lt;/span&gt;I took another bath.  Didn't help.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not even close.  &lt;/span&gt;By this time I didn't care when we had our baby, just so long as the contractions stopped and the pain went away.  I yelled at Trevor nearly the whole way to the hospital that that he was driving too fast over bumps ;o).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTGQpjPx8KE/TdSKtmn7LCI/AAAAAAAACfw/Z5sCkhS6Jvk/s1600/DSC_0003a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTGQpjPx8KE/TdSKtmn7LCI/AAAAAAAACfw/Z5sCkhS6Jvk/s400/DSC_0003a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608259952049859618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the hospital about 5:30ish I was at a 3+.  They started fluids and admitted me.  I got my epidural, the doctor broke my water, and at 10:28 p.m (without &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;pitocin and pushing through 2 sets of contractions) we had our sweet precious boy.  It was such an awesome experience!!  He was perfect!!   The other really neat thing is that even though things didn't go as planned, he was born on April 26th which just so happened to be his Uncle Jeremy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to the world &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Cole Jeremy Zezula&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2PyrdtDSPVc/TdR8Pn9R6lI/AAAAAAAACfo/NzUwt6jBKsw/s1600/DSC_0006a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2PyrdtDSPVc/TdR8Pn9R6lI/AAAAAAAACfo/NzUwt6jBKsw/s400/DSC_0006a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608244043849001554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cole's first picture.  7 lbs, 2 oz and 20 1/2 inches of perfection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C3ZWVhdbkHI/TdR8PmKvx7I/AAAAAAAACfg/DTSvz65EK1E/s1600/DSC_0009a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C3ZWVhdbkHI/TdR8PmKvx7I/AAAAAAAACfg/DTSvz65EK1E/s400/DSC_0009a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608244043368613810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still a little shocked.  So were we!!  It still hadn't really "hit" me that we were having a baby.   I thought I had another week to prepare myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7JKOYFUB5E/TdR8POeG0kI/AAAAAAAACfY/e8l-VSLgu0s/s1600/DSC_0013a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7JKOYFUB5E/TdR8POeG0kI/AAAAAAAACfY/e8l-VSLgu0s/s400/DSC_0013a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608244037007364674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first picture.  We're so happy and instantly in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKbQUwKujI0/TdR8O77JEqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/KI_Auyf27wA/s1600/DSC_0035a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKbQUwKujI0/TdR8O77JEqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/KI_Auyf27wA/s400/DSC_0035a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608244032028873378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa and his newest grandbaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzGRIzHKmsg/TdR8On4gdAI/AAAAAAAACfI/eQtpMFysQ7c/s1600/DSC_0044a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzGRIzHKmsg/TdR8On4gdAI/AAAAAAAACfI/eQtpMFysQ7c/s400/DSC_0044a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608244026649113602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jace with his brand new baby brother.  He was a little reluctant at first, but still wanted to hold him.  (Although when we asked him if he wanted to take him home, he said he'd rather bring Logan home [his cousin who's 11 days older than Cole]).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6FN2rvcY8U/TdR7sYprkMI/AAAAAAAACfA/mykXMa2AtIE/s1600/DSC_0050a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6FN2rvcY8U/TdR7sYprkMI/AAAAAAAACfA/mykXMa2AtIE/s400/DSC_0050a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608243438444843202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first picture with the whole family.  (Thanks for telling me how crazy my hair looked, Tara!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2Jn4MefCdA/TdR7r5BjktI/AAAAAAAACe4/xd3WAX3yisE/s1600/DSC_0054a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2Jn4MefCdA/TdR7r5BjktI/AAAAAAAACe4/xd3WAX3yisE/s400/DSC_0054a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608243429955048146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Barnes with Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJ71PMG8Qgg/TdR7ru-amqI/AAAAAAAACew/V6UqGEKs4v4/s1600/DSC_0058a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJ71PMG8Qgg/TdR7ru-amqI/AAAAAAAACew/V6UqGEKs4v4/s400/DSC_0058a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608243427257522850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and his boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9XA_wl2hyc/TdR7rMaP9MI/AAAAAAAACeo/EDDXYMB3s_g/s1600/DSC_0071a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9XA_wl2hyc/TdR7rMaP9MI/AAAAAAAACeo/EDDXYMB3s_g/s400/DSC_0071a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608243417979024578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jace and Brooklyn were a lot more excited with the idea of Cole second visit to the hospital.  Brooklyn even got off the iPhone to come give him loves, although she didn't really want to hold him quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5hrw5DwGvI/TdR7q7BvqTI/AAAAAAAACeg/DNaUO7VexiI/s1600/DSC_0085a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5hrw5DwGvI/TdR7q7BvqTI/AAAAAAAACeg/DNaUO7VexiI/s400/DSC_0085a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608243413312842034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ready to go home!!  It still boggles me at how tiny they are in their car seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have almost survived the first month with Cole in our home!  We've had some ups and downs, but it has been so wonderful having a newborn around.  The kids have adjusted well and love their little brother a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;much sometimes!  The recovery and adjustments have been much easier the third time around.  We just love this little guy so much, and even though he keeps us a little sleep deprived (okay, sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;) we couldn't imagine our family without him!!&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/252291280117372445-4893791890577964309?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4893791890577964309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=4893791890577964309&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/4893791890577964309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/4893791890577964309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/coles-story.html' title='Cole&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTGQpjPx8KE/TdSKtmn7LCI/AAAAAAAACfw/Z5sCkhS6Jvk/s72-c/DSC_0003a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-6313594659017237035</id><published>2011-05-10T20:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:27:47.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter!!!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know...who wants to hear about Easter when it's been 2 1/2 weeks and I haven't posted about the baby yet?  Well, I had this post just about ready to go but the wee little one had other plans in mind.  Late...but not forgotten...here is what we did for Easter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTDTNGW_bIM/Tcn5l7w4GII/AAAAAAAACd4/ObTWSzPyOEU/s1600/DSC_0049a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTDTNGW_bIM/Tcn5l7w4GII/AAAAAAAACd4/ObTWSzPyOEU/s400/DSC_0049a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605285641332463746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky for us, the Easter Bunny visited us Saturday morning since Daddy had to work Sunday morning.  Here is Brooklyn with her Tinkerbell flip slops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vq0HA848JXY/Tcn5lp4seBI/AAAAAAAACdw/3sfkcumkals/s1600/DSC_0052a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vq0HA848JXY/Tcn5lp4seBI/AAAAAAAACdw/3sfkcumkals/s400/DSC_0052a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605285636533418002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Easter Bunny hid eggs around the house and the kids LOVED finding them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEen0zgY4lY/Tcn5lVLqpsI/AAAAAAAACdo/9Iy8bx1mqEc/s1600/DSC_0054a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEen0zgY4lY/Tcn5lVLqpsI/AAAAAAAACdo/9Iy8bx1mqEc/s400/DSC_0054a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605285630975846082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even better was that they had candy and toys in them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ufqv1PDZ9M/Tcn5lC-8RAI/AAAAAAAACdg/1EgTnqasKso/s1600/DSC_0057a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ufqv1PDZ9M/Tcn5lC-8RAI/AAAAAAAACdg/1EgTnqasKso/s400/DSC_0057a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605285626090636290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was a trip to Barnes Park for Grandma and Grandpa's annual Easter egg hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0ajrxnN9DA/Tcn5kz-6rmI/AAAAAAAACdY/1ofSJXo7w6c/s1600/DSC_0058a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0ajrxnN9DA/Tcn5kz-6rmI/AAAAAAAACdY/1ofSJXo7w6c/s400/DSC_0058a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605285622064000610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got spoiled rotten with toys, treats, and even money!!  (Even though Ry and Ky hit the jackpot on that one!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OJM34zKR4Q/Tcn5_tkhYyI/AAAAAAAACeY/Bw18CD0pVj4/s1600/DSC_0065a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OJM34zKR4Q/Tcn5_tkhYyI/AAAAAAAACeY/Bw18CD0pVj4/s400/DSC_0065a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605286084199146274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are Easter morning in their Sunday Best (making goofy faces).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKecI3dhAc8/Tcn5_UEERgI/AAAAAAAACeQ/bIgA-htXzdA/s1600/DSC_0067a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKecI3dhAc8/Tcn5_UEERgI/AAAAAAAACeQ/bIgA-htXzdA/s400/DSC_0067a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605286077352134146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww...they do love each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwF3M5NQZtg/Tcn5_P9sM7I/AAAAAAAACeI/Y8zxSLR77Bg/s1600/DSC_0063a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwF3M5NQZtg/Tcn5_P9sM7I/AAAAAAAACeI/Y8zxSLR77Bg/s400/DSC_0063a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605286076251648946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge cheesers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CU1WppiN4i8/Tcn5_DAn-qI/AAAAAAAACeA/FJcNjkOEpbk/s1600/DSC_0061a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CU1WppiN4i8/Tcn5_DAn-qI/AAAAAAAACeA/FJcNjkOEpbk/s400/DSC_0061a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605286072774294178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More goofy faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a great Easter!!  I'm glad the Easter bunny came on Saturday so we were able to focus on the true meaning of Easter on Sunday.  We're so grateful for the Savior and his atonement and resurrection.   It's fun being able to teach these special things to our children.&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/252291280117372445-6313594659017237035?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6313594659017237035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=6313594659017237035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/6313594659017237035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/6313594659017237035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter.html' title='Easter!!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTDTNGW_bIM/Tcn5l7w4GII/AAAAAAAACd4/ObTWSzPyOEU/s72-c/DSC_0049a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-5126162540016794323</id><published>2011-04-25T21:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:26:32.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time!!</title><content type='html'>So I'm a crappy blogger.  I know.  I can honestly say that these past few months have been the most stressful of my life!  Work has been really busy and I've tried to pick up some extra visits when I can, Trevor has been busy with school (he has 3 semesters after nursing school to get his BSN) and finding a job (which has been tough....every employer wants nursing experience, but no one wants to give it to you!!).  On top of it all, I'm hugely pregnant with everything that comes along with it.  Enough of the complaining, I'm now on maternity leave from work, Trevor has a job, and he's done with his spring semester (with straight A's!!!). Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cET54hNNEAo/TbY_gZWuvxI/AAAAAAAACdI/z8S5DGFNLx8/s1600/DSC_0006a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cET54hNNEAo/TbY_gZWuvxI/AAAAAAAACdI/z8S5DGFNLx8/s400/DSC_0006a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599733012476378898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With work being so busy, and Trevor not working (also, school hasn't been quite as tough this semester as it was in the nursing program), he's been able to spend more time with the kiddos.  He's become quite the "Mr. Mom"!  Here he is blow-drying Brooklyn's hair after bath-time so she doesn't have to go to bed with wet hair.  What a cute dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AnxHAKqYnR8/TbY_f8T7ghI/AAAAAAAACdA/cDg7-fkSusk/s1600/DSC_0011a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AnxHAKqYnR8/TbY_f8T7ghI/AAAAAAAACdA/cDg7-fkSusk/s400/DSC_0011a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599733004680004114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jace and Brooklyn are two little peas in a pod.  They "help" me clean and want to be involved in whatever I'm doing.  They play so well together, and it's so fun to hear their conversations and role playing.  I am SO blessed to have had such a wonderful surprise 14 months after Jace was born! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A06W9437hAo/TbY_q2O92JI/AAAAAAAACdQ/V9gzZg0GyMI/s1600/DSC_0014a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A06W9437hAo/TbY_q2O92JI/AAAAAAAACdQ/V9gzZg0GyMI/s400/DSC_0014a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599733192027134098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best buddies.  LOVE them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3SHL7iVjSs/TbY_fgeg2pI/AAAAAAAACc4/aQwZ53HluK0/s1600/DSC_0016a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3SHL7iVjSs/TbY_fgeg2pI/AAAAAAAACc4/aQwZ53HluK0/s400/DSC_0016a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599732997208201874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had our first experience with the kids cutting their hair.  Luckily, it was Jace's and not Brooklyn's!  If you ask Jace, he'll tell you "I cut my hair without asking".  What a little stinker!  I buzzed his hair and it's kind of been nice not having to do it the past few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CWGaqvOrYjk/TbY_e8YgjgI/AAAAAAAACco/hYd_LkuliRU/s1600/DSC_0043a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CWGaqvOrYjk/TbY_e8YgjgI/AAAAAAAACco/hYd_LkuliRU/s400/DSC_0043a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599732987519340034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Tara and I the day before she had Logan (a week and a half ago).  I realized as I was coming back from seeing a patient that we hadn't had any pregnancy pictures together AT ALL and since she was having her baby the next day it was pretty much the last shot we had.  Don't judge, this was very impromptu and we were both tired and dragging at the end of the day...  (Sorry, Tara.  All of the pictures we had were ugh.  I thought we told Wes to take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; pictures of us!!).  Now Tara's tummy is flat, and mine is even bigger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Knk8B8Q3AjE/TbY_ffPKenI/AAAAAAAACcw/7h3haJD3_U8/s1600/DSC_0028a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Knk8B8Q3AjE/TbY_ffPKenI/AAAAAAAACcw/7h3haJD3_U8/s400/DSC_0028a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599732996875385458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behold, the baby bump.  Although I think calling it a "bump" is being WAY too nice!  I'm 37 weeks here.  I'll probably have Tara take some more pictures of the belly and kids in the next week since this is probably our caboose....  I definitely think I've been more tired, sore, exhausted, etc with this pregnancy, but I can't complain too much!  Now that I'm done with work and have more time to "nest" life is much less stressful.  We're excited to meet this little guy and welcome him to our family!!!&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/252291280117372445-5126162540016794323?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5126162540016794323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=5126162540016794323&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5126162540016794323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5126162540016794323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cET54hNNEAo/TbY_gZWuvxI/AAAAAAAACdI/z8S5DGFNLx8/s72-c/DSC_0006a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8209986125876753011</id><published>2011-01-31T15:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:38:33.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving the Winter</title><content type='html'>After the passing of the holidays, we've been trying to keep ourselves out of the "Winter Blues".  Considering that the weather has been decent for this time of the year, it hasn't been too bad, but we still struggle through these long months until spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TUc3Cq1t7iI/AAAAAAAACcM/19FRGYdmk7w/s1600/DSC_0225a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TUc3Cq1t7iI/AAAAAAAACcM/19FRGYdmk7w/s400/DSC_0225a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568479983265771042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually have had a couple of snow storms, requiring Trev to get out the snow blower (although I think he's secretly disappointed that he hasn't had the opportunity to use it more! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TUc3CLJzy-I/AAAAAAAACcE/pJ9wjFlImJM/s1600/DSC_0223a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TUc3CLJzy-I/AAAAAAAACcE/pJ9wjFlImJM/s400/DSC_0223a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568479974760106978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids love to play in the snow, and are anxious for some more accumulation.  We have hardly any snow, and the snow we do get, usually melts in a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TUc3B_d8KqI/AAAAAAAACb8/KAmGVaGoGgg/s1600/DSC_0245a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TUc3B_d8KqI/AAAAAAAACb8/KAmGVaGoGgg/s400/DSC_0245a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568479971623316130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids have been having a lot of "Daddy Time".  Trevor's going to school this semester to get his bachelors in nursing but his schedule requires a LOT less time at school, so the kids get plenty of time to play with him!  Also, I'm still working on-call Monday-Thursday nights and have been picking up extra visits to pay off some Christmas/basement debt.  I'm very much looking forward to Trevor getting a job!!  (He takes his boards next Monday, and hopefully will be able to get a job easier once he has his actual RN license.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TUc3BOtFZqI/AAAAAAAACb0/VFZUoeW2EYE/s1600/DSC_0247a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TUc3BOtFZqI/AAAAAAAACb0/VFZUoeW2EYE/s400/DSC_0247a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568479958533498530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids love to play pillow fights and wrestle Daddy any time they get.  They double team him but Daddy still manages to tickle torture them every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TUc3CyljRsI/AAAAAAAACcU/ndMqL2-h2rk/s1600/DSC_0240a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TUc3CyljRsI/AAAAAAAACcU/ndMqL2-h2rk/s400/DSC_0240a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568479985345447618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Trevor decided to have a little camp fire in the back yard and roast hot dogs and marshmallows with the kids (while I was working).  Doesn't seem like something you'd do in January, but the kids &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt; it!  I'm happy they had a good time (even if it was without me) but I'm sure not a big fan of the whole house smelling like a camp fire when I got home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is good, and we're surviving the winter.  I need to take some pictures of the bedrooms downstairs that we're working on ("we're" meaning mostly Trevor, although I do help, doing all of the crappy jobs, if you ask me.).  Hopefully we can get the rooms done downstairs done soon, so Jace and Brooklyn can move down there before the baby arrives!  Time is going by way too fast though, and there's too much to do!  I guess that's good though, it's nice to be busy this time of the year!  It will be spring before we know it!!&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/252291280117372445-8209986125876753011?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8209986125876753011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8209986125876753011&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8209986125876753011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8209986125876753011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/surviving-winter.html' title='Surviving the Winter'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TUc3Cq1t7iI/AAAAAAAACcM/19FRGYdmk7w/s72-c/DSC_0225a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-6960809706460615174</id><published>2011-01-18T13:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:05:49.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A week or so ago, we had our target ultrasound for this little guy!  It's always fun to go in and see all of his organs, and each atrium of his heart working to pump blood through his little body, the different ventricles of his brain...  Everything looked great, all of his parts were there, and he looks as healthy as can be!  The other great part of the ultrasound is that we can see his little face in 4D!  He was somewhat cooperative, and we got a small glimpse to what this babe is going to look like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TTX77tETCcI/AAAAAAAACbs/I_RYWOY6guU/s1600/babyboy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563629917814589890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TTX77tETCcI/AAAAAAAACbs/I_RYWOY6guU/s400/babyboy1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is probably the best face shot.  My babies like to have their fists up by there face all of the time, so it makes it hard to see what they look like!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TTX77Z8IA_I/AAAAAAAACbk/t3c35KTAto0/s1600/babyboy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563629912680039410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TTX77Z8IA_I/AAAAAAAACbk/t3c35KTAto0/s400/babyboy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's the little fists I was talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TTX76u2mdvI/AAAAAAAACbc/ZvcrRvJONWA/s1600/babyboy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563629901114144498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TTX76u2mdvI/AAAAAAAACbc/ZvcrRvJONWA/s400/babyboy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looks a lot like our other babes in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;utero&lt;/span&gt;.  Cute little nose, full lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TTX76b4qErI/AAAAAAAACbU/hKlelfryOpk/s1600/babyboy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563629896022495922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TTX76b4qErI/AAAAAAAACbU/hKlelfryOpk/s400/babyboy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's not great, but he's touching his nose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't believe we're almost to the third trimester!  As slow as this pregnancy has seemed, it's gone by really fast (if that makes any sense)!  It's fun to feel him wiggling in there, he's up in my ribs already!  Looks like I'll be carrying this one super high like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; and Brooklyn!!  Pregnancy hasn't been terrible.  I can't complain.  I've just had a lot of heartburn and reflux, some sciatic nerve pain, and the general aches and pains.  I'm excited to meet this little guy, but we still have a LOT to do in the next 15 weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/252291280117372445-6960809706460615174?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6960809706460615174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=6960809706460615174&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/6960809706460615174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/6960809706460615174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/precious-pictures.html' title='Precious Pictures'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TTX77tETCcI/AAAAAAAACbs/I_RYWOY6guU/s72-c/babyboy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-9033714607200219756</id><published>2010-12-26T16:45:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T18:11:50.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Month!</title><content type='html'>What a great month!!  I absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this time of year!!  The only problem is it has gone by way too fast and we've been way too busy!  We started out the month with some more Canadian visitors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfW1wL_B2I/AAAAAAAACa8/whYk2JSNQeY/s1600/DSC_0023a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfW1wL_B2I/AAAAAAAACa8/whYk2JSNQeY/s400/DSC_0023a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144884341376866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooklyn and Papa watching some TV.  Papa hasn't come down to Utah for 4 years, so we were very happy to have him here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWwmpU81I/AAAAAAAACa0/CyUJULJoWfs/s1600/DSC_0027a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWwmpU81I/AAAAAAAACa0/CyUJULJoWfs/s400/DSC_0027a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144795880747858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grammy is smart and know that the key to the kids' heart is through making sugar cookies!  They had so much fun pouring and mixing and of course sprinkling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWwUNiAZI/AAAAAAAACas/Iy6p_DdnksE/s1600/DSC_0039a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWwUNiAZI/AAAAAAAACas/Iy6p_DdnksE/s400/DSC_0039a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144790932324754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sissy helping Grammy roll out the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWv5PWTPI/AAAAAAAACak/kR7_sXRd1a4/s1600/DSC_0056a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWv5PWTPI/AAAAAAAACak/kR7_sXRd1a4/s400/DSC_0056a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144783692188914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevor graduated from Nursing School on the 8th!!  We are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;excited to be done with this chapter in Trevor's schooling!  It was even nicer to have his parents there, as well as my family for support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWv0oVkZI/AAAAAAAACac/e_2q3sFMhyM/s1600/DSC_0074a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWv0oVkZI/AAAAAAAACac/e_2q3sFMhyM/s400/DSC_0074a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144782454821266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because I am an RN, I was able to "pin" Trevor at his pinning ceremony!  It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWvsfNuQI/AAAAAAAACaU/MVUttyXwF88/s1600/DSC_0079a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWvsfNuQI/AAAAAAAACaU/MVUttyXwF88/s400/DSC_0079a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144780269074690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevor with one of his favorite teachers and his study partners at graduation.   Too bad he starts school in a week for his Bachelors in Nursing!  The fun never ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWSy_VLrI/AAAAAAAACaM/Z6KMPfAsUSk/s1600/DSC_0099a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWSy_VLrI/AAAAAAAACaM/Z6KMPfAsUSk/s400/DSC_0099a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144283798187698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooklyn loved playing with Grammy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWSkuErwI/AAAAAAAACaE/zxfzwDg0j_Y/s1600/DSC_0102a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWSkuErwI/AAAAAAAACaE/zxfzwDg0j_Y/s400/DSC_0102a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144279967706882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the in-laws to the Aerospace Museum.  Jace and Brooklyn kept wanting me to take pictures of them and I love how this one turned out.  They really are the best of friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWSbDqrXI/AAAAAAAACZ8/EPtp27prM0w/s1600/DSC_0107a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWSbDqrXI/AAAAAAAACZ8/EPtp27prM0w/s400/DSC_0107a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144277373922674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Brooklyn is giving Grammy some "Cheeky Time".  She loves to cuddle and have cheek-to-cheek time.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWSOgQUxI/AAAAAAAACZ0/nbOIdruJZNk/s1600/DSC_0111a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWSOgQUxI/AAAAAAAACZ0/nbOIdruJZNk/s400/DSC_0111a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144274004169490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved &lt;/span&gt;to wrestle with Papa!  They also enjoyed playing foosball with him.  They stayed for about a week-and-a-half and left way too soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWSFylq9I/AAAAAAAACZs/zXuJLrYTLyM/s1600/DSC_0115a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfWSFylq9I/AAAAAAAACZs/zXuJLrYTLyM/s400/DSC_0115a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144271665146834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next big event for the month was Jace's preschool party/program.  Here's Brooklyn with Santa.  Where's Jace?  He was too afraid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfV1vHjVSI/AAAAAAAACZk/EKEEPVN-MVg/s1600/DSC_0120a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfV1vHjVSI/AAAAAAAACZk/EKEEPVN-MVg/s400/DSC_0120a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143784542721314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a visit from Santa we frosted sugar cookies, made crafts, and read Christmas Stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfV1Qd-QXI/AAAAAAAACZc/A-2i5A1WHdU/s1600/DSC_0136a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfV1Qd-QXI/AAAAAAAACZc/A-2i5A1WHdU/s400/DSC_0136a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143776315261298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jace is already a big tease to his sister!  But he loves it when she's able to come to preschool activities.  He wants her to be included in all the activities and is very protective over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfV1HO4m1I/AAAAAAAACZU/H2baB-nMLHg/s1600/DSC_0139a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfV1HO4m1I/AAAAAAAACZU/H2baB-nMLHg/s400/DSC_0139a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143773836057426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Jace is getting ready to sing "Rudolph".  He did such a good job and sang all the words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfV0yLh65I/AAAAAAAACZM/JSELZ2A2mXk/s1600/DSC_0150a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfV0yLh65I/AAAAAAAACZM/JSELZ2A2mXk/s400/DSC_0150a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143768184843154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a sweet boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfV0piY9qI/AAAAAAAACZE/zrUgQphF4E0/s1600/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfV0piY9qI/AAAAAAAACZE/zrUgQphF4E0/s400/DSC_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143765864806050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some of Jace's preschool friends with Mrs. Lisa.  He has grown up and learned so much since starting preschool!  I can't believe he'll be starting kindergarten this fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfVPdjTSrI/AAAAAAAACY8/wU4Zza8dePg/s1600/DSC_0168a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfVPdjTSrI/AAAAAAAACY8/wU4Zza8dePg/s400/DSC_0168a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143126992243378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up was our ward Christmas party.  Again, Sissy sat on Santa's lap but Jace wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfVOyM6r1I/AAAAAAAACY0/Ki4guCqbgcc/s1600/DSC_0169a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfVOyM6r1I/AAAAAAAACY0/Ki4guCqbgcc/s400/DSC_0169a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143115355631442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylee was happy to take Brooklyn up to see Santa and is always such a good helper and friend to the kids when she comes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfVOuuyFqI/AAAAAAAACYs/UCRIYAgD6As/s1600/DSC_0171a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfVOuuyFqI/AAAAAAAACYs/UCRIYAgD6As/s400/DSC_0171a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143114423932578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace &amp;amp; Brooklyn the Sunday before Christmas!  Such sweethearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfVOcIM-dI/AAAAAAAACYk/zW49YJPwMvY/s1600/DSC_0182a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfVOcIM-dI/AAAAAAAACYk/zW49YJPwMvY/s400/DSC_0182a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143109430278610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready to open presents on Christmas Eve at Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Barnes'.  I felt bad that all of us got presents on Grandpa's birthday!  Like always, they spoiled us way to much!  They kids are getting much better and sitting, smiling, and looking at the camera.  They are such cheesers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfVONO9ElI/AAAAAAAACYc/JaDRWtnGL5k/s1600/DSC_0184a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfVONO9ElI/AAAAAAAACYc/JaDRWtnGL5k/s400/DSC_0184a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143105432064594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saying thanks to Grandpa for all of the presents!  They were spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfUSg8wpmI/AAAAAAAACYU/gIX2P-0r8Gg/s1600/DSC_0187a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfUSg8wpmI/AAAAAAAACYU/gIX2P-0r8Gg/s400/DSC_0187a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555142079932311138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giving loves to Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfUSdiyfPI/AAAAAAAACYM/I7tOEoW2q50/s1600/DSC_0216a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfUSdiyfPI/AAAAAAAACYM/I7tOEoW2q50/s400/DSC_0216a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555142079018073330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevor and the kids on Christmas Eve night in their Christmas jammies!  It was so fun getting ready for Christmas this year!  The kids were so excited to leave out cookies and milk for Santa and were so anxious for his arrival!  They make Christmas so magical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfUR7pi1KI/AAAAAAAACYE/1_PeDmQIVq0/s1600/DSC_0217a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfUR7pi1KI/AAAAAAAACYE/1_PeDmQIVq0/s400/DSC_0217a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555142069919601826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ended up taking more video of the kids than still photos on Christmas morning so I'm kind of bummed!  The kids were so excited about each of their presents and were so fun to watch!  Here they are cuddling in their stuffed animal-sleeping bags.  I will post some pictures of their favorite toys and presents later.   Santa spoiled them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; too much!  We had such a great Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfURr68nVI/AAAAAAAACX8/hHA_gJdQmyM/s1600/DSC_0220a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfURr68nVI/AAAAAAAACX8/hHA_gJdQmyM/s400/DSC_0220a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555142065697627474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Tooele to spend Christmas day with Marc &amp;amp; Shelly and their family.  It was so nice!  The kids loved playing with their cousins!  They all played on iTouches or iPhones all day!  The older kids and grown-ups played several rounds of Settlers of Catan and enjoyed spending the day in our jammies and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfURg6H4AI/AAAAAAAACX0/gKERQ85KWXE/s1600/DSC_0222a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfURg6H4AI/AAAAAAAACX0/gKERQ85KWXE/s400/DSC_0222a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555142062741381122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Brooklyn cuddling with Shel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspaceantics.com/image-myspace-graphic/baby/its_a_boy_feet.gif.html" title="Click Image to add"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspaceantics.com/images/myspace-graphics/baby/its_a_boy_feet.gif" alt="its a boy feet " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, most of you know that we're expecting a little boy due May 4th!  We're excited and anxious for this new arrival!  The kids are getting excited to have a new baby brother and are anxious to spill the beans to anyone who will listen!  We're kind of scared to be out-numbered by kids, but we're excited to add to our family!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-9033714607200219756?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9033714607200219756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=9033714607200219756&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/9033714607200219756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/9033714607200219756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-month.html' title='What a Month!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TRfW1wL_B2I/AAAAAAAACa8/whYk2JSNQeY/s72-c/DSC_0023a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8127709094251559606</id><published>2010-12-01T14:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:55:25.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I can't believe Thanksgiving has come and gone! I think the more I anticipate events, the quicker they go by!! We started out this thankful week by having the Edmonds (aka Trevor's sister and her family) come down for a week long visit!! We &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; having them come for visits, the kids absolutely adore their cousins, and their cousins dote upon the kiddos all week. Unfortunately, it's become a trend that when I'm busing having fun with family, I don't take nearly enough pictures!! I've really got to get better at it, because the kids adore looking at these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They started out the week playing outside with our first real snow storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbGPV2AscI/AAAAAAAACXs/HR4ysaEktn4/s1600/DSC_0003a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545837958017364418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbGPV2AscI/AAAAAAAACXs/HR4ysaEktn4/s400/DSC_0003a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is their beautiful snowman!! When we came home from church we had a bunch of neighbor boys in the back yard building forts and throwing snowballs up the street. So the kids (sweet Chrissy went out and helped Jace &amp;amp; Brooklyn) went up the street to a vacant lot* to have some fresh snow. (I'll talk more about this later...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbGO_DJYQI/AAAAAAAACXk/NB3IQwVLPPA/s1600/DSC_0820a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545837951898444034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbGO_DJYQI/AAAAAAAACXk/NB3IQwVLPPA/s400/DSC_0820a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jace had a Thanksgiving program at school. He got to be an Indian!! I volunteered in his class with their Thanksgiving feast and the kids were a blast! I love his preschool and teacher, and better yet, he loves it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbGOt2zy6I/AAAAAAAACXc/XhVIFDC-h6A/s1600/DSC_0828a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545837947283295138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbGOt2zy6I/AAAAAAAACXc/XhVIFDC-h6A/s400/DSC_0828a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is singing during the program. (One of the parts that he actually participated in the actions!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbFPV5_2BI/AAAAAAAACXU/udCnJT2ZoBE/s1600/DSC_0016%2B%25282%2529a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbEDaqlLLI/AAAAAAAACWM/d1uhGQGmWXs/s1600/DSC_6266a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545835554129915058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbEDaqlLLI/AAAAAAAACWM/d1uhGQGmWXs/s400/DSC_6266a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving day was &lt;strong&gt;FABULOUS!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;We had my parents, both sisters and their families, and of course the Edmonds with us....19 in total.  The food was great, and the company even better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbBAWeqbQI/AAAAAAAACWE/8eK10HqhBew/s1600/DSC_6272a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545832202931694850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbBAWeqbQI/AAAAAAAACWE/8eK10HqhBew/s400/DSC_6272a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc, aka Ariel.  Brooklyn thought this was the funniest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbA_VBPf5I/AAAAAAAACV8/3i09hIny7Ro/s1600/DSC_6289a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545832185359990674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbA_VBPf5I/AAAAAAAACV8/3i09hIny7Ro/s400/DSC_6289a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wes and Noah.  Such handsome boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbA-6YgbLI/AAAAAAAACV0/7ZAA8qgXVaI/s1600/DSC_6290a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545832178209811634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbA-6YgbLI/AAAAAAAACV0/7ZAA8qgXVaI/s400/DSC_6290a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked through all the ads, and formulated our plans for the next day (actually, we started that &lt;em&gt;night &lt;/em&gt;and didn't get home until 6:00 am the next morning!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbA96bAzoI/AAAAAAAACVs/Ig3pV7i9a98/s1600/DSC_6306a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545832161040453250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbA96bAzoI/AAAAAAAACVs/Ig3pV7i9a98/s400/DSC_6306a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems like there was a &lt;strong&gt;LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of playing on the iPhones, laptops, etc.  This is a frequent scene at our house.  I think my kids have spent more time on my iPhone than I have!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbEDmbKHDI/AAAAAAAACWU/qL9ZKGzgrUg/s1600/DSC_6308a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545835557286452274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbEDmbKHDI/AAAAAAAACWU/qL9ZKGzgrUg/s400/DSC_6308a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More playing on the computers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbA4nJTZ3I/AAAAAAAACVk/JTWuiP2cA58/s1600/DSC_6307a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545832069966554994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbA4nJTZ3I/AAAAAAAACVk/JTWuiP2cA58/s400/DSC_6307a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again...more iPhones!  It's nice that Jen's girls get along so well with Shel's kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbFPDTZsWI/AAAAAAAACXM/tLbj6s5I2GQ/s1600/DSC_0009%2B%25282%2529a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545836853528736098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbFPDTZsWI/AAAAAAAACXM/tLbj6s5I2GQ/s400/DSC_0009%2B%25282%2529a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on Saturday, it was time to say goodbye :o(.  The week went by &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; too fast and we couldn't believe it was already time to say our farewells.  Here's Brooklyn with Uncle Kevin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbFO4y5JSI/AAAAAAAACXE/CbvkiuKw7Dc/s1600/DSC_0011a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545836850708030754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbFO4y5JSI/AAAAAAAACXE/CbvkiuKw7Dc/s400/DSC_0011a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Jen got some gifts for the kids to give before she had to go.  (And she left more to give to them on Christmas!  She spoiled them WAY too much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbFN1OV-CI/AAAAAAAACW8/l5KxG5lmXJ0/s1600/DSC_0009a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545836832569554978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbFN1OV-CI/AAAAAAAACW8/l5KxG5lmXJ0/s400/DSC_0009a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses from the little Sissy Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbFLTnrVPI/AAAAAAAACW0/z4YFT8JDI2Y/s1600/DSC_0004%2B%25282%2529a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545836789189268722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbFLTnrVPI/AAAAAAAACW0/z4YFT8JDI2Y/s400/DSC_0004%2B%25282%2529a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls are helping Brooklyn play her Princess Memory.  Jace, on the other hand didn't want much help, he just wanted to play his own way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbEFFOYgYI/AAAAAAAACWs/iurG1kEYE-Y/s1600/DSC_0013%2B%25282%2529a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545835582734238082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbEFFOYgYI/AAAAAAAACWs/iurG1kEYE-Y/s400/DSC_0013%2B%25282%2529a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace giving a big kiss to Kevin!  He sure loved him!  He always wanted to sit on his lap and cuddle him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbEEa166rI/AAAAAAAACWk/b36ah_B1-Us/s1600/DSC_0015a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545835571357346482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbEEa166rI/AAAAAAAACWk/b36ah_B1-Us/s400/DSC_0015a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More kisses to Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbFPV5_2BI/AAAAAAAACXU/udCnJT2ZoBE/s1600/DSC_0016%2B%25282%2529a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbED11SfeI/AAAAAAAACWc/d-Lai7nwVMM/s1600/DSC_0019a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545835561422585314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbED11SfeI/AAAAAAAACWc/d-Lai7nwVMM/s400/DSC_0019a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, and Brooklyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbFPV5_2BI/AAAAAAAACXU/udCnJT2ZoBE/s1600/DSC_0016%2B%25282%2529a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545836858522458130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbFPV5_2BI/AAAAAAAACXU/udCnJT2ZoBE/s400/DSC_0016%2B%25282%2529a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Here is the whole Edmonds family on the lot that they BOUGHT while they were here!  We are absolutely &lt;strong&gt;THRILLED&lt;/strong&gt;!!  It's across the street and up a few houses/lots from us.  We're counting down the days until they will build here and make the big move, but apparently it's going to be about 2 years....but we're hoping it will be sooner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We also saw the new Harry Potter and Tangled while they were here, did WAY too much shopping, ate WAY too much food, and didn't play NEARLY enough games.  We loved our visit, and look forward to our next set of Canadian visitors at the end of the week!&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&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/252291280117372445-8127709094251559606?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8127709094251559606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8127709094251559606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8127709094251559606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8127709094251559606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TPbGPV2AscI/AAAAAAAACXs/HR4ysaEktn4/s72-c/DSC_0003a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-742130469106303418</id><published>2010-11-12T21:52:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T22:52:00.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Overload!!!</title><content type='html'>We had so much fun this October! There are so many fun things to do during the fall, and we loved every minute of it! Since I'm doing a condensed post, I just chose a couple pictures from each event..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pumpkin Patch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This has been the third year we've gone to a local nursery where they have hayrides to the pumpkin patch and the kids are able to pick out their own pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4esDSPD0I/AAAAAAAACVM/lnEDn1FYICQ/s1600/DSC_0131a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538898333857156930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4esDSPD0I/AAAAAAAACVM/lnEDn1FYICQ/s400/DSC_0131a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the kiddos waiting in line. Luckily, Kylee came! She is so great with the kids and they love spending time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4c95FyQKI/AAAAAAAACUk/blojVmfh5fI/s1600/DSC_5893ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538896441334972578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4c95FyQKI/AAAAAAAACUk/blojVmfh5fI/s400/DSC_5893ab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the typical greeting between Noah and Jace. Jace absolutely ADORES Noah, and Noah is so sweet to put up with Jace's excessive doting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4c9NGbVCI/AAAAAAAACUc/boOwpJ8rOEI/s1600/DSC_5910a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538896429526504482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4c9NGbVCI/AAAAAAAACUc/boOwpJ8rOEI/s400/DSC_5910a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace &amp;amp; Brooklyn standing in front of the tractor. They absolutely LOVED the tractor ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4c8xf8mzI/AAAAAAAACUU/h0IRZBxQfuY/s1600/DSC_5931a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538896422117350194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4c8xf8mzI/AAAAAAAACUU/h0IRZBxQfuY/s400/DSC_5931a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace with his prize pumpkin. I was happy that he chose one he could carry himself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4c8cPerUI/AAAAAAAACUM/0YFWFq3Hof0/s1600/DSC_5933ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538896416411135298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4c8cPerUI/AAAAAAAACUM/0YFWFq3Hof0/s400/DSC_5933ab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful Brooklyn. Both of these pictures were cute enough to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4c8LUoQJI/AAAAAAAACUE/tnRZ2gEvigE/s1600/DSC_5939ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538896411869331602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4c8LUoQJI/AAAAAAAACUE/tnRZ2gEvigE/s400/DSC_5939ab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE this girl!!! We've been enjoying spending some quality "Mommy and Brooklyn" time while Jace has preschool lately. She makes a GREAT shopping partner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Island Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jace had a field trip to Black Island Farms a few weeks ago, and I thought it would be fun to bring Tara and Noah along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4b-aC47yI/AAAAAAAACT8/9ZZuZ-MrlSg/s1600/DSC_6003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538895350669569826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4b-aC47yI/AAAAAAAACT8/9ZZuZ-MrlSg/s400/DSC_6003a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is after they went on a hayride and learned &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; about pumpkins, corn, onions, carrots etc. Again, they got to pick out their own pumpkin to bring home! Noah was not thrilled about the picture, Jace is trying to make him feel better, and Brooklyn is keeping her distance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4b9VuDt5I/AAAAAAAACT0/UgHklHLw0rI/s1600/DSC_6040a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538895332328585106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4b9VuDt5I/AAAAAAAACT0/UgHklHLw0rI/s400/DSC_6040a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooklyn playing in the "corn box". This has become a classic Brooklyn face. It's like Zoolander's Blue Steel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4b7ieFB0I/AAAAAAAACTk/GpsAeb2W2nI/s1600/DSC_6043a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538895301391484738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4b7ieFB0I/AAAAAAAACTk/GpsAeb2W2nI/s400/DSC_6043a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah LOVED playing in the corn!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The kids also enjoyed going down the slides, feeding the llamas, watching the pig races, and jumping in the bouncy house. This is the abbreviated version!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jace's Halloween Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace had a pre-school Halloween party. Jace and Brooklyn got all dressed up, and enjoyed playing games, trick-or-treating, bobbing for donuts, etc. Jace was always so concerned about his Sis. He made sure she had a turn doing everything, and that she wasn't left out. They can be so cute sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4b6_iWMuI/AAAAAAAACTc/2pVwrtkGPLM/s1600/DSC_0169a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538895292014146274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4b6_iWMuI/AAAAAAAACTc/2pVwrtkGPLM/s400/DSC_0169a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jace and Brooklyn. Jace decided to be a pirate, like last year, and Brooklyn decided to be a butterfly (actually, she wanted to wear her puppy costume from last year, but the pants were total floods, so she was convinced to be a butterfly!)  I LOVE that they love each other (most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4a0B8BopI/AAAAAAAACTU/ZL86FA4UX9A/s1600/DSC_0178a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538894072888009362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4a0B8BopI/AAAAAAAACTU/ZL86FA4UX9A/s400/DSC_0178a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the &lt;strong&gt;cutest&lt;/strong&gt; Halloween program! I was such a proud Momma!! I don't know how to upload the video, but it's the cutest thing ever! I was so proud of Jace for singing and doing the actions. It was far better than the primary program a few weeks ago when he just sat there the whole time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Halloween we went to Tooele for Kylee's birthday. Kylee was a sweetheart and invited the kids to her birthday party at Build-a-Bear. They were in heaven! Unfortunately, I took all of the pictures with Marc's camera, and haven't gotten copies yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4az9P2DeI/AAAAAAAACTM/34FfloQ9FoA/s1600/DSC_6179a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538894071628959202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4az9P2DeI/AAAAAAAACTM/34FfloQ9FoA/s400/DSC_6179a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jace sneaking a peak at the treats they were passing out. He elected to be spider man, and was very impressed with his muscles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4azYAcMBI/AAAAAAAACTE/Nj7EoUY30Xw/s1600/DSC_6205a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538894061632237586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4azYAcMBI/AAAAAAAACTE/Nj7EoUY30Xw/s400/DSC_6205a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Brooklyn's classic face again. I didn't get any cute pictures of her in her Halloween outfit. She was a fairy princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4ayyKoQWI/AAAAAAAACS8/wqXbK5NVJRI/s1600/DSC_6207a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538894051474424162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4ayyKoQWI/AAAAAAAACS8/wqXbK5NVJRI/s400/DSC_6207a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl!!! I can't believe she's NINE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4ayg-gLaI/AAAAAAAACS0/3GJGMlslvGQ/s1600/DSC_6209a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538894046860160418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4ayg-gLaI/AAAAAAAACS0/3GJGMlslvGQ/s400/DSC_6209a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And little Noah spent most of the night walking around with something hanging out of his mouth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4esWurj7I/AAAAAAAACVU/25QBfxBqARI/s1600/DSC_0130a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538898339076738994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4esWurj7I/AAAAAAAACVU/25QBfxBqARI/s400/DSC_0130a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last, but &lt;strong&gt;definitely&lt;/strong&gt; not least, here are Jace and Brooklyn trying on princess clothes. I think it's sweet Jace plays dress up once in awhile! Just as long as he doesn't go roaming the neighborhood dressed as Sleeping Beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had such a great time celebrating Halloween! This time of year is so much fun. It's just one holiday after the other! We're excited for the festivities of the next few months!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-742130469106303418?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/742130469106303418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=742130469106303418&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/742130469106303418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/742130469106303418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-overload.html' title='Halloween Overload!!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TN4esDSPD0I/AAAAAAAACVM/lnEDn1FYICQ/s72-c/DSC_0131a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-3288990332400641592</id><published>2010-10-13T16:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:15:51.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor's Pride and Joy</title><content type='html'>Trevor has been busy this summer babying some raspberry and strawberry plants he bought this spring. It's our second attempt with both (last year our neighbor's bunnies liked to munch on them a bit), so this time around Trevor has been out there just about every day hand watering (although we have a drip system that he could utilize), weeding, and cleaning up the neighbor's cat poop. We weren't expecting any berries this year, because it's their first year, but we've had a dozen or so of these delicious raspberries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLJ4bbRqKxI/AAAAAAAACSs/Erbu-XpNmmg/s1600/DSC_0015a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526612105310645010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLJ4bbRqKxI/AAAAAAAACSs/Erbu-XpNmmg/s400/DSC_0015a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor and Brooklyn showing of the goods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLJ4ayLC2-I/AAAAAAAACSk/NMQnp0E0TaA/s1600/DSC_0016a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526612094277049314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLJ4ayLC2-I/AAAAAAAACSk/NMQnp0E0TaA/s400/DSC_0016a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A closer look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLJ4am7TlJI/AAAAAAAACSc/NsLbtM7rjDU/s1600/DSC_0022a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526612091258246290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLJ4am7TlJI/AAAAAAAACSc/NsLbtM7rjDU/s400/DSC_0022a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooklyn, enjoying the goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLJ4adYtzAI/AAAAAAAACSU/g72B8ckwbnw/s1600/DSC_0011a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526612088697244674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLJ4adYtzAI/AAAAAAAACSU/g72B8ckwbnw/s400/DSC_0011a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rugrats&lt;/span&gt; have also been loving that their Daddy has been around a little more often (he only has class one day a week and clinicals have been somewhat sparse before precepting starts next week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLJ4aN49tWI/AAAAAAAACSM/U9zucrpohKg/s1600/DSC_0005a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526612084537537890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLJ4aN49tWI/AAAAAAAACSM/U9zucrpohKg/s400/DSC_0005a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like father, like son (in &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; many ways!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-3288990332400641592?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3288990332400641592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=3288990332400641592&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3288990332400641592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3288990332400641592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/trevors-pride-and-joy.html' title='Trevor&apos;s Pride and Joy'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLJ4bbRqKxI/AAAAAAAACSs/Erbu-XpNmmg/s72-c/DSC_0015a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-6970388508401295078</id><published>2010-10-09T21:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:40:51.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's THREE?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe my baby is three! &lt;em&gt;Seriously&lt;/em&gt;. I feel like everything is going by so quickly! I'd just like to pause things for a little while and enjoy these two little rugrats before they grow up any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526250566263754690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEvnFXzz8I/AAAAAAAACR8/ZqofsiIs7_4/s400/DSC_0010ab.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Brooklyn a couple days before her birthday sporting her "I heart Olivia" shirt to send to her cousin Olivia for her birthday (which I have yet to send...I &lt;em&gt;know, &lt;/em&gt;I'm the worst auntie ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526250326228230434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEvZHK4YSI/AAAAAAAACR0/8l8XI5WTLmk/s400/DSC_0038a1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's Brooklyn going to town on her pinata.   &lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;, we didn't have a great way to hang the thing, and &lt;em&gt;yes, &lt;/em&gt;this is a rake that Marc is holding to hang the pinata on!  (As a side note, I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; that my kids call pinatas "Beehauna")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEvZBP3l6I/AAAAAAAACRs/rda2vtT00ds/s1600/DSC_0056a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526250570751214354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEvnWFtAxI/AAAAAAAACSE/JFrT0oBoGXM/s400/DSC_0030a1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Noah even took a try, although he almost hit Trevor's head instead of the pinata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEvZBP3l6I/AAAAAAAACRs/rda2vtT00ds/s1600/DSC_0056a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526250324638537634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEvZBP3l6I/AAAAAAAACRs/rda2vtT00ds/s400/DSC_0056a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan was so focused, although Dylan was the one to finally destroy the thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEvYgCKmaI/AAAAAAAACRk/vP7pUO0Qgp4/s1600/DSC_0063a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526250315722693026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEvYgCKmaI/AAAAAAAACRk/vP7pUO0Qgp4/s400/DSC_0063a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Brooklyn had the &lt;em&gt;constant&lt;/em&gt; help of her big brother!  He was much more anxious to open presents than she was!  (Tara overheard them talking before we opened presents.  Jace asked Brooklyn, "Are you going to be a nice girl or a mean girl?", Brooklyn said "A nice girl".  Jace said, "Do you know what that means?  That means you have to share all of your presents with me.") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEvYM895XI/AAAAAAAACRU/BoZ4D_eDknw/s1600/DSC_0068a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526250310600615282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEvYM895XI/AAAAAAAACRU/BoZ4D_eDknw/s400/DSC_0068a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful birthday girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEu-ybk2vI/AAAAAAAACRM/cEN8yX07Y1c/s1600/DSC_0070a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526249873984510706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEu-ybk2vI/AAAAAAAACRM/cEN8yX07Y1c/s400/DSC_0070a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; presents.  I swear it felt like Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEu-geVRTI/AAAAAAAACRE/WRlXxKs6n7s/s1600/DSC_0080a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526249869164234034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEu-geVRTI/AAAAAAAACRE/WRlXxKs6n7s/s400/DSC_0080a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving Dylan loves.  So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEu-dwq-sI/AAAAAAAACQ8/0f4a8VCkTqg/s1600/DSC_0098a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526249868435847874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEu-dwq-sI/AAAAAAAACQ8/0f4a8VCkTqg/s400/DSC_0098a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess birthday cake.  Not my most beautiful creation, but definitely not my area of expertise either!  I don't like my cakes cooked all the way...and discovered that they aren't very pretty if they're not...and they're even &lt;em&gt;harder&lt;/em&gt; to frost! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEu-LAFT7I/AAAAAAAACQ0/a6YcUmOHvSw/s1600/DSC_0107a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526249863400214450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEu-LAFT7I/AAAAAAAACQ0/a6YcUmOHvSw/s400/DSC_0107a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out the candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEu99EW7lI/AAAAAAAACQs/5QoPiQ-Kq5E/s1600/DSC_0110a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526249859660050002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEu99EW7lI/AAAAAAAACQs/5QoPiQ-Kq5E/s400/DSC_0110a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful birthday princess!  She was so excited with all of her dress-ups.  Her and Kylee couldn't possibly wait until after the cake to try them on!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to the sweetest three year old I know!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/252291280117372445-6970388508401295078?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6970388508401295078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=6970388508401295078&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/6970388508401295078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/6970388508401295078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/shes-three.html' title='She&apos;s THREE?!?'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TLEvnFXzz8I/AAAAAAAACR8/ZqofsiIs7_4/s72-c/DSC_0010ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-7625725390751604514</id><published>2010-09-28T14:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:02:16.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;September has been a fun and exciting month for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;. He started preschool for the first time and goes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and has LOVED it! It's so fun to watch him learn and be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QvNEQ2GI/AAAAAAAACQk/26ObYQMQDpE/s1600/sept+(15)a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521361177559488610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QvNEQ2GI/AAAAAAAACQk/26ObYQMQDpE/s400/sept+(15)a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here he is on the first day of school. Still so handsome! I still can't believe my little guy is in preschool!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QumRbdEI/AAAAAAAACQc/lekk41f3eZ4/s1600/sept+(9)a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521361167145727042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QumRbdEI/AAAAAAAACQc/lekk41f3eZ4/s400/sept+(9)a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; and Brooklyn. I thought Brooklyn would have a really hard time watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; go to preschool, but she's been loving her "Mommy Time" (which mostly consists of cleaning the house so I'm not sure which part she enjoys!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QulpJH7I/AAAAAAAACQU/c_qLBLko4mE/s1600/sept+(27)a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521361166976753586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QulpJH7I/AAAAAAAACQU/c_qLBLko4mE/s400/sept+(27)a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; was too busy laughing to take a good picture. And I'm pretty sure he needs to go potty. I swear that kid has the biggest bladder...and he refuses to go potty until it's almost too late. He never has any accidents, but I don't particularly enjoy watching him hold himself all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QYzWxDvI/AAAAAAAACQM/Bfof5pUgel0/s1600/sept+(46)a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521360792700653298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QYzWxDvI/AAAAAAAACQM/Bfof5pUgel0/s400/sept+(46)a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; with his teacher, Mrs. Lisa. He absolutely LOVES her! We love her too. She does the cutest things with the kids, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; has already learned so much in just a few weeks! When I ask him who his best friend at school is, he always says "Miss Lisa"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QYrodm0I/AAAAAAAACQE/TTtqv53fELc/s1600/sept+(47)a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521360790627392322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QYrodm0I/AAAAAAAACQE/TTtqv53fELc/s400/sept+(47)a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; also got to go on his first Father-Son &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;camp out&lt;/span&gt; with Daddy! He was so excited!!! (Brooklyn was ticked that she didn't get to go, but we had a fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GNO,&lt;/span&gt; although I didn't take any pictures to document it). Here is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; licking the marshmallows off of his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QYsMPUcI/AAAAAAAACP8/CslQEqVpuso/s1600/sept+(56)a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521360790777450946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QYsMPUcI/AAAAAAAACP8/CslQEqVpuso/s400/sept+(56)a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; was in heaven roasting his stick. I guess this was a pretty popular activity among the kids and kept him entertained all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QYTn4IRI/AAAAAAAACP0/Cd7vITJ_6hE/s1600/sept+(58)a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521360784182485266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QYTn4IRI/AAAAAAAACP0/Cd7vITJ_6hE/s400/sept+(58)a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; getting ready for bed. Don't worry though, they definitely didn't "rough it". Trev borrowed Shel &amp;amp; Marc's tent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; and loved every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QYO2wTUI/AAAAAAAACPs/0mkWmswj_9Y/s1600/sept+(68)a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521360782902709570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QYO2wTUI/AAAAAAAACPs/0mkWmswj_9Y/s400/sept+(68)a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my boys eating their breakfast! I'm so happy that they're starting to do fun activities together. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; just loves his Daddy, and asks him several times everyday, "you're still my best friend, right dad?". So cute&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/252291280117372445-7625725390751604514?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7625725390751604514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=7625725390751604514&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/7625725390751604514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/7625725390751604514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-firsts.html' title='Some Firsts'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_QvNEQ2GI/AAAAAAAACQk/26ObYQMQDpE/s72-c/sept+(15)a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-1904143051919901787</id><published>2010-09-26T16:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:33:09.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jace is FOUR!!!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. It's been a long time. Things are busy, and sometimes it seems like no one really reads this thing anyway, so I've put it on the back burner. Anyway, let's back track a little, and maybe I'll get caught up one of these days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_IINTPBDI/AAAAAAAACPk/u53gUGrb2Bs/s1600/DSC_0170a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521351711514362930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_IINTPBDI/AAAAAAAACPk/u53gUGrb2Bs/s400/DSC_0170a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace celebrated his fourth birthday while we were visiting Canada! We had a great time, I can't believe Jace is 4 already! Seems like only yesterday I was taking him home from the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_IH2KMorI/AAAAAAAACPc/XzUUM39li-0/s1600/DSC_0174q1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521351705302442674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_IH2KMorI/AAAAAAAACPc/XzUUM39li-0/s400/DSC_0174q1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids were very excited to wear birthday hats!! They are always putting things on their head and pretending they are birthday hats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_IHxsURJI/AAAAAAAACPU/_yKdPcqiXUQ/s1600/DSC_0180a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521351704103371922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_IHxsURJI/AAAAAAAACPU/_yKdPcqiXUQ/s400/DSC_0180a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace hugging Grammy. He was so excited about all of his presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_H6O5BdnI/AAAAAAAACPM/DVa0JHCeDus/s1600/DSC_0181a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521351471423125106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_H6O5BdnI/AAAAAAAACPM/DVa0JHCeDus/s400/DSC_0181a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jace laying on choo-choo rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_H579NLRI/AAAAAAAACPE/o8aybJVHCCM/s1600/DSC_0206a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521351466340396306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_H579NLRI/AAAAAAAACPE/o8aybJVHCCM/s400/DSC_0206a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also got a Buzz bubble rocket ship. I don't know who liked it more, Jace or Kevin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_H5vPF3SI/AAAAAAAACO8/j0x593Yir2Y/s1600/DSC_0255a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521351462925753634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_H5vPF3SI/AAAAAAAACO8/j0x593Yir2Y/s400/DSC_0255a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of an unfocused picture, but here's Jace blowing out his candles. He requested cupcakes with worms on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_H5F8pm2I/AAAAAAAACO0/zacOX7Mv_B8/s1600/DSC_0291a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521351451842550626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_H5F8pm2I/AAAAAAAACO0/zacOX7Mv_B8/s400/DSC_0291a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week Jen, Kevin, and the girls spent over a week here. We were in heaven! The kids have been in withdrawal ever since. We're really trying to recruit them to move down south!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_H44rgGJI/AAAAAAAACOs/8WU-0DIi8GA/s1600/DSC_0299a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521351448280963218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_H44rgGJI/AAAAAAAACOs/8WU-0DIi8GA/s400/DSC_0299a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't leave this Sleeping Beauty out! There's nothing sweeter than your baby sleeping! I can't believe my baby's going to be 3 next week! YIKES!&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/252291280117372445-1904143051919901787?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1904143051919901787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=1904143051919901787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/1904143051919901787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/1904143051919901787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/jace-is-four.html' title='Jace is FOUR!!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TJ_IINTPBDI/AAAAAAAACPk/u53gUGrb2Bs/s72-c/DSC_0170a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-3948241279421103638</id><published>2010-08-15T21:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:37:13.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of a Catch Up</title><content type='html'>The summer has been flying by, and I have not been the best at documenting it!  We've had a lot of fun, and can't believe it's already the middle of August! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi9KysuECI/AAAAAAAACOc/wOwfcU9dh5I/s1600/DSC_0012a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858537566113826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi9KysuECI/AAAAAAAACOc/wOwfcU9dh5I/s400/DSC_0012a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to several parades and carnivals and enjoyed every minute of it!  I'm teaching the kids to realize the goodness of cotton candy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi9KfahDOI/AAAAAAAACOU/cUPk8U3nFWE/s1600/DSC_0093a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858532389489890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi9KfahDOI/AAAAAAAACOU/cUPk8U3nFWE/s400/DSC_0093a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've done a &lt;strong&gt;LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of swimming in the back yard and playing on the slip-n-slide.  Seriously, the kids could be outside every day, ALL day, if I let them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi9KFhNosI/AAAAAAAACOM/33xrAPK1hGY/s1600/DSC_0120a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858525438255810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi9KFhNosI/AAAAAAAACOM/33xrAPK1hGY/s400/DSC_0120a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids think the slip-n-slide is a glorified drinking fountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi8sR8KHfI/AAAAAAAACN8/uYkNaYyuXfk/s1600/DSC_0066a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858013376421362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi8sR8KHfI/AAAAAAAACN8/uYkNaYyuXfk/s400/DSC_0066a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were introduced to "Monster House", a cute animated movie.  Every time Jace watches it he keeps his hands by his eyes so he can close them if it gets too scary!  He loves any movie with a monster, dragon, or "mean guy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi8sKF45OI/AAAAAAAACN0/VY0vpjQumPc/s1600/DSC_0070a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858011269752034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi8sKF45OI/AAAAAAAACN0/VY0vpjQumPc/s400/DSC_0070a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooklyn's been a cute little mommy to her babies!  She sure is sweet and thoughtful of them.  Sometimes she asks me to hold them for her, but is very specific about how I need to hold them.  She also is a PRO at wrapping them up in a blanket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi8rlX9UxI/AAAAAAAACNs/q4wo_ozy8mw/s1600/DSC_0082a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858001413427986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi8rlX9UxI/AAAAAAAACNs/q4wo_ozy8mw/s400/DSC_0082a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace has discovered that he, too, can wear a tutu.  The kids dress up in them and twirl around the house.  It's all good until he wants to go outside in it.  That's where I draw the line!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi8rcd3s2I/AAAAAAAACNk/1pZ1PnKk2yw/s1600/DSC_0161a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505857999022306146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi8rcd3s2I/AAAAAAAACNk/1pZ1PnKk2yw/s400/DSC_0161a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently went up to Canada where Trev was a groomsman at his best friends wedding!!  We had a great time up there, and, like always, the time flew by!!  Trevor had a busy semester at school, so it was nice to take a break and be able to spend some time together! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More blogging to come soon (I hope!) about our trip to Canada, Jace's 4th birthday, and our Canadian visitors!!&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/252291280117372445-3948241279421103638?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3948241279421103638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=3948241279421103638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3948241279421103638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3948241279421103638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/kind-of-catch-up.html' title='Kind of a Catch Up'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TGi9KysuECI/AAAAAAAACOc/wOwfcU9dh5I/s72-c/DSC_0012a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8214335645341382856</id><published>2010-07-01T12:02:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:31:39.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing Our Canadian Pride</title><content type='html'>In honor of Canada Day, the kids and I are sporting our Canadian attire. Unfortunately Trev has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;clinicals&lt;/span&gt; most of the day, and I'm on-call tonight, our celebration will be minimal. However, we had to take pictures to prove our Canadian pride. The kids were so excited to wear their Canada shirts, but thought that meant they got to go to Canada today. They were disappointed when I told them we wouldn't be going for another 4 weeks. Anyway, here are the kiddos showing their pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCzawQY3gwI/AAAAAAAACNc/bHeuEW8K6ig/s1600/DSC_0019a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489002568425636610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCzawQY3gwI/AAAAAAAACNc/bHeuEW8K6ig/s400/DSC_0019a1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I had to bribe them with candy they got from the parade, but they did hold still for a 1/2 a second for me to snap a picture. They're &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; enthusiastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCzaTpXuUDI/AAAAAAAACNU/8h_5-V75qqM/s1600/DSC_0027a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489002076915519538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCzaTpXuUDI/AAAAAAAACNU/8h_5-V75qqM/s400/DSC_0027a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how most of the pictures turned out. Laughing, wrestling, tickling. &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; these kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCzaTebN3XI/AAAAAAAACNM/Ij_XC9jNppA/s1600/DSC_0029a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489002073977380210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCzaTebN3XI/AAAAAAAACNM/Ij_XC9jNppA/s400/DSC_0029a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waving to Grammy &amp;amp; Papa in Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCzaS4SJm2I/AAAAAAAACNE/btEuh68SsQU/s1600/DSC_0040a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489002063738805090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCzaS4SJm2I/AAAAAAAACNE/btEuh68SsQU/s400/DSC_0040a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shouting "Hooray"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCzaSva7xsI/AAAAAAAACM8/VtYlcXKR7f8/s1600/DSC_0048a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489002061359728322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCzaSva7xsI/AAAAAAAACM8/VtYlcXKR7f8/s400/DSC_0048a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, this is how the majority of the pictures turned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCzaSLKRWyI/AAAAAAAACM0/jbKrETkBPTY/s1600/DSC_0055a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489002051626162978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCzaSLKRWyI/AAAAAAAACM0/jbKrETkBPTY/s400/DSC_0055a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two little monkeys hanging from the swing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We wish we were in Canada to share in all of the festivities, but I suppose we'll just have to wait a couple days to celebrate with parades, fairs, and fireworks! Oh how love the summer!&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/252291280117372445-8214335645341382856?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8214335645341382856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8214335645341382856&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8214335645341382856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8214335645341382856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/07/showing-our-canadian-pride.html' title='Showing Our Canadian Pride'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCzawQY3gwI/AAAAAAAACNc/bHeuEW8K6ig/s72-c/DSC_0019a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8836361819924658882</id><published>2010-06-22T15:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:52:10.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is Finally Here!</title><content type='html'>Now that summer has &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; arrived, we've been having a ton of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEtWDmY85I/AAAAAAAACMs/35yXJwA-7g0/s1600/DSC_0005a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485715678060671890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEtWDmY85I/AAAAAAAACMs/35yXJwA-7g0/s400/DSC_0005a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids love playing outside on their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;swing set&lt;/span&gt;, and are little monkeys climbing and swinging from everything they can. Best news of all, is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; has learned how to pump on the swing! &lt;strong&gt;HALLELUJAH! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEtVoMrNII/AAAAAAAACMk/Hb8sy6UEB1I/s1600/DSC_0145a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485715670705058946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEtVoMrNII/AAAAAAAACMk/Hb8sy6UEB1I/s400/DSC_0145a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've made some yummy treats that seem to get more on their faces than in their mouths! This is a classic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt; expression when she's trying to explain something to me&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Love it&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEtVfov6TI/AAAAAAAACMc/v6AZ1En_fEk/s1600/DSC_0082a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEsuinA0kI/AAAAAAAACMU/UzGPTBvrLpc/s1600/DSC_0161a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEsuWLADQI/AAAAAAAACMM/pYsFEfHKxVU/s1600/DSC_0136a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485714995851300098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEsuWLADQI/AAAAAAAACMM/pYsFEfHKxVU/s400/DSC_0136a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On a rainy day, we brought the cushions from our swing inside, the kids found that they made perfect little beds to lay on while watching t.v.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485714983878490034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEstpkdd7I/AAAAAAAACL8/DcIO4O7_3Lk/s400/DSC_0079a1.jpg" /&gt; I gave Brooklyn her first haircut (scary, I know).  She was very disappointed to find out we only used scissors instead of the razor like when I cut Daddy &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEss_ZRs3I/AAAAAAAACL0/hR_jbBk2cio/s1600/DSC_0079a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEsuHwAWBI/AAAAAAAACME/DDVyjVXEpJo/s1600/DSC_0081a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485714991979976722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEsuHwAWBI/AAAAAAAACME/DDVyjVXEpJo/s400/DSC_0081a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really get a good "before" shot, but her hair was pretty long, and not really even, so I decided that I'd just trim it to one length (except for her bangs which are taking FOREVER to grow!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEss_ZRs3I/AAAAAAAACL0/hR_jbBk2cio/s1600/DSC_0079a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485715668406888754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEtVfov6TI/AAAAAAAACMc/v6AZ1En_fEk/s400/DSC_0082a1.jpg" /&gt; Here's the finished product.  Certainly nothing fancy, I'll save that for when she goes to a professional!  It's a lot easier to keep up now, and looks a lot less &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;straggly&lt;/span&gt;!  (On a side note, don't you just love her little bum?!  She puts her underwear on backwards sometimes and walks around with a wedgie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEsuinA0kI/AAAAAAAACMU/UzGPTBvrLpc/s1600/DSC_0161a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485714999190016578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEsuinA0kI/AAAAAAAACMU/UzGPTBvrLpc/s400/DSC_0161a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Father's Day on Sunday by waking up and cuddling in bed.  There's no better way to start the day! &lt;br /&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/252291280117372445-8836361819924658882?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8836361819924658882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8836361819924658882&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8836361819924658882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8836361819924658882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-is-finally-here.html' title='Summer is Finally Here!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TCEtWDmY85I/AAAAAAAACMs/35yXJwA-7g0/s72-c/DSC_0005a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-5894149759402214860</id><published>2010-06-09T16:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T04:22:22.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on the Basement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Over a year after we started the basement it's &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; ready for dry wall! Trevor had the majority of last week off of school, most of which was spent in the basement finishing up electrical, framing in air ducts, and doing insulation. Luckily we have some great family and friends who have helped out a ton! I even was down there doing some of the grunt work! (You know if I was down there helping, they &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; have been desperate!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TA7DQj9T9pI/AAAAAAAACLs/9e2pxUampsM/s1600/DSC_0090a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480532485854197394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TA7DQj9T9pI/AAAAAAAACLs/9e2pxUampsM/s400/DSC_0090a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my sexy man in his work attire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TA7DQXaA2jI/AAAAAAAACLk/8At645KXt1Y/s1600/DSC_0092a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480532482484918834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TA7DQXaA2jI/AAAAAAAACLk/8At645KXt1Y/s400/DSC_0092a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Cutting wood for framing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TA7DP-hygxI/AAAAAAAACLc/NmLHIv5YIXc/s1600/DSC_0085a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480532475806647058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TA7DP-hygxI/AAAAAAAACLc/NmLHIv5YIXc/s400/DSC_0085a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; fun job. I got to cut the insulation so that it was easier to put up. Oh my achin' back! Ugh. I am not as young as I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TA7DPVPdjUI/AAAAAAAACLU/utBeNm1Z-Gw/s1600/DSC_0087a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480532464723922242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TA7DPVPdjUI/AAAAAAAACLU/utBeNm1Z-Gw/s400/DSC_0087a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here I am stapling the insulation. Trevor took the staple gun and showed me how to do it (he just went pop, pop, pop, down the seam, connecting the dry wall to the studs.) I tried it, and it wasn't exactly as easy as he made it seem! Good thing Marc came the next day with a battery powered stapler!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, we just get to wait and watch as our basement gets dry walled! I'm so happy we've hired it out and don't have to worry about it! It'll probably be our last project for a little while, until we can make some more money to finish it! Sheesh, it's expensive!!! I'm excited to have it done so we can entice our Canadian and out-of-state family to come visit us :o).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-5894149759402214860?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5894149759402214860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=5894149759402214860&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5894149759402214860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5894149759402214860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/working-on-basement.html' title='Working on the Basement'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/TA7DQj9T9pI/AAAAAAAACLs/9e2pxUampsM/s72-c/DSC_0090a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-6396426300556733241</id><published>2010-05-27T14:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:20:29.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating Across the Duck Pond</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my sister Tara came over and we decided to take the kids on a walk to the duck pond. When we got there we scouted out some hungry looking ducks, and walked across the bridge and down to the water's edge. Well, I got a call from Trevor, and Tara was talking on her phone to Wes, and next thing I know, Tara yells my name and starts laughing hysterically. I'm not sure if the kids bumped the wagon or what, but it rolled right into the pond. Tara just stood there laughing, and I hurried and took my socks and shoes off and ran into the water after it, but it just floated further away....and I was not about to submerge myself in that nasty water! Random people were stopping and taking picture of our little mishap. Luckily it eventually floated to the other side of the pond and I was able to wade out a little bit and grab it.  Of course we didn't bring our camera, but luckily Tara had her camera phone!  The quality isn't the greatest, but it makes me laugh just looking at these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_7ee4dRUXI/AAAAAAAACLM/5q4PbhXc9N0/s1600/05-26-10_1200a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476058819061698930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_7ee4dRUXI/AAAAAAAACLM/5q4PbhXc9N0/s400/05-26-10_1200a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the wagon floating across the pond.  It floated under the bridge and across to the other side.   I was kind of nervous because this lady there was saying that it would probably just stall in the middle of the pond and we'd need a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kayak&lt;/span&gt; to go get it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_7eehswXZI/AAAAAAAACLE/YBnyBevZ5Qk/s1600/05-26-10_1203a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476058812952632722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_7eehswXZI/AAAAAAAACLE/YBnyBevZ5Qk/s400/05-26-10_1203a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Brooklyn on the other side of the pond watching the wagon.  The kids were very distressed about this, they love that wagon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_7eecOrfsI/AAAAAAAACK8/BPBNTHl-EF8/s1600/05-26-10_1205a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476058811484307138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_7eecOrfsI/AAAAAAAACK8/BPBNTHl-EF8/s400/05-26-10_1205a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am in the filthy water!  The kids were cheering, and kept saying "Mommy save the day!" so I guess it was all worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm just happy that there weren't any kids in the wagon...and that the wagon floats!  Sure made for an entertaining day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-6396426300556733241?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6396426300556733241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=6396426300556733241&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/6396426300556733241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/6396426300556733241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/05/floating-across-duck-pond.html' title='Floating Across the Duck Pond'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_7ee4dRUXI/AAAAAAAACLM/5q4PbhXc9N0/s72-c/05-26-10_1200a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8395217537850840489</id><published>2010-05-25T15:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T16:21:05.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboys, Worms, and a Little Bed Head</title><content type='html'>Well, the kids are home, and life is back to "normal" again...although I'm not sure if things are ever &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;normal!  The kids were excited to find out we got them presents while we were gone.&lt;br /&gt;Jace said, "I'm sorry, Mom, we didn't get you any presents.  It's the wrong holiday for you to get presents.  Maybe on the next holiday you'll get some presents!"  What a cutie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_w-_hML_fI/AAAAAAAACK0/TJ6BFr-ZRZE/s1600/DSC_0024a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475320507937848818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_w-_hML_fI/AAAAAAAACK0/TJ6BFr-ZRZE/s400/DSC_0024a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the kids in their cowboy hats.  The first thing they just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to do was get their rocking horses.  (What's a cowboy without his/her horse?!)  Then they had to watch Toy Story, because now they have a hat like Woody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_w-_CEU-_I/AAAAAAAACKs/XEm5x_uzCf0/s1600/DSC_0052a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475320499583384562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_w-_CEU-_I/AAAAAAAACKs/XEm5x_uzCf0/s400/DSC_0052a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the nicer weather we've been having, the kids have a new found love for bugs.   I will probably dedicate another post to that, but this picture is of Brooklyn saying "Shhh, Mommy, my worms are sleeping!"  She had her worms wrapped up in her blanky!  What a good little mommy she is!&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/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_w--QYF64I/AAAAAAAACKk/RLcnYJmHb0A/s1600/DSC_0067a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475320486244510594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_w--QYF64I/AAAAAAAACKk/RLcnYJmHb0A/s400/DSC_0067a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Jace with some &lt;strong&gt;MAJOR&lt;/strong&gt; bed-head!!  I think he looks &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; like my brother, Nate, in this picture!  We actually just cut his hair on Sunday, we just couldn't handle the shag any longer..but I must say I'll definitely miss the bed-head!!!  More pics to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-8395217537850840489?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8395217537850840489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8395217537850840489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8395217537850840489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8395217537850840489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/05/cowboys-worms-and-little-bed-head.html' title='Cowboys, Worms, and a Little Bed Head'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_w-_hML_fI/AAAAAAAACK0/TJ6BFr-ZRZE/s72-c/DSC_0024a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-5053882681694517826</id><published>2010-05-16T20:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:06:14.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Years!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_Csp3_lZmI/AAAAAAAACKY/GJSWRer_UNQ/s1600/DSCF0132a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472063382660408930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_Csp3_lZmI/AAAAAAAACKY/GJSWRer_UNQ/s400/DSCF0132a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven years ago today, Trevor and I were married. Crazy to think how fast time flies when you're having fun with the one you love! We've officially made it through our "Seven Year Itch" with no itchiness at all! We've had such a great year...each one seems to get better and better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For our anniversary, Trevor surprised me with a weekend trip to Jackson Hole. He arranged for the kids to go to Shelly &amp;amp; Marc's for a long weekend (Thursday through Monday) so we could spend the weekend together. It has been so nice to escape reality and spend a few days with just the two of us, although it's funny, because as soon as we get a break from our kids that's all we can talk about! It was nice to focus on each other and relax together but we've missed the kids a lot and realize how big a part they are of our lives and our marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a lot of shopping and walking around the weather was fabulous! We also were able to see both Iron Man 2 and Robin Hood which was a lot of fun! We're both big movie buffs, so it was fun to actually see some movies while they're still in the theatre! We weren't too good at taking pictures, but snapped some today before we came home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_CscFuHkTI/AAAAAAAACKQ/lqBWlohu5Qo/s1600/DSC_0013a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472063145827078450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_CscFuHkTI/AAAAAAAACKQ/lqBWlohu5Qo/s400/DSC_0013a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am outside our hotel. Ugh. Hate it, but I guess it documents a memory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_Csbt6uv2I/AAAAAAAACKI/q3nG_2ThCBU/s1600/DSC_0014a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472063139437526882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_Csbt6uv2I/AAAAAAAACKI/q3nG_2ThCBU/s400/DSC_0014a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trev outside the hotel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_CsbbCw3sI/AAAAAAAACKA/ZatwT8Kb3qU/s1600/DSC_0016a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472063134370946754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_CsbbCw3sI/AAAAAAAACKA/ZatwT8Kb3qU/s400/DSC_0016a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are with "Trev's DAD"... I mean Big Foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_CsbKAYlqI/AAAAAAAACJ4/wmsOgG4ANF4/s1600/DSC_0018a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472063129797564066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_CsbKAYlqI/AAAAAAAACJ4/wmsOgG4ANF4/s400/DSC_0018a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by the Antler Arch in Town Square...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_CsawXqKGI/AAAAAAAACJw/3b3upyOrd14/s1600/DSC_0020a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472063122915862626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_CsawXqKGI/AAAAAAAACJw/3b3upyOrd14/s400/DSC_0020a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trev was so excited to get his picture taken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a blast, but it's also nice to be home. It's especially nice that even though it's hard to go back to reality, reality isn't all that bad....&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/252291280117372445-5053882681694517826?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5053882681694517826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=5053882681694517826&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5053882681694517826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5053882681694517826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/05/seven-years.html' title='Seven Years!!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S_Csp3_lZmI/AAAAAAAACKY/GJSWRer_UNQ/s72-c/DSCF0132a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8624996379851513560</id><published>2010-05-07T15:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:54:32.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like it's time to catch up! We've been busy taking advantage of the nice weather and I haven't been the best at taking pictures.  Here's some of the things we've been up to lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SEsIrzOBI/AAAAAAAACIw/W0r6163Tx0g/s1600/DSC_0152a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468641741314930706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SEsIrzOBI/AAAAAAAACIw/W0r6163Tx0g/s400/DSC_0152a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have been frequenting the park. It's nice to let the kids run around and burn off some energy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SEr9yymEI/AAAAAAAACIo/BIRpq3bto3w/s1600/DSC_0188a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468641738391459906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SEr9yymEI/AAAAAAAACIo/BIRpq3bto3w/s400/DSC_0188a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids love the "baby" swings at the park! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; is way too big for them but I don't really care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468641733685006210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SErsQrz4I/AAAAAAAACIg/jSus8uwDKhM/s400/DSC_0270a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had an Easter Egg hunt &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; the day before Eater since there was &lt;strong&gt;snow&lt;/strong&gt; on the ground outside (yuck!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SEL1TssMI/AAAAAAAACHo/VEmVzptfiMw/s1600/DSC_0276a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468641186357752002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SEL1TssMI/AAAAAAAACHo/VEmVzptfiMw/s400/DSC_0276a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids loved searching for the eggs and loved even more what they found inside them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468644215688375506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SG8KcZrNI/AAAAAAAACI4/uH3Zm4vn1GU/s400/DSC_0304a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday morning the Easter Bunny hid some more eggs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SEMSiI4YI/AAAAAAAACHw/TB4o-y4ETng/s1600/DSC_0319a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468641194202947970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SEMSiI4YI/AAAAAAAACHw/TB4o-y4ETng/s400/DSC_0319a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By this time the kids were pros at finding the eggs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SJoI4pTtI/AAAAAAAACJA/4IVlmhu1Bdc/s1600/DSC_0326a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468647170207469266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SJoI4pTtI/AAAAAAAACJA/4IVlmhu1Bdc/s400/DSC_0326a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were thrilled to find out that the Easter Bunny brings presents too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SEM4UQiXI/AAAAAAAACIA/NY4-hv6sk7k/s1600/DSC_0328a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468641204345276786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SEM4UQiXI/AAAAAAAACIA/NY4-hv6sk7k/s400/DSC_0328a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids have been loving their new bikes and are getting really good at riding down the street!&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SEqxKHonI/AAAAAAAACIQ/LvrRjE4de5E/s1600/DSC_0216a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468641717819777650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SEqxKHonI/AAAAAAAACIQ/LvrRjE4de5E/s400/DSC_0216a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been playing a lot with bubbles too!  We got a fun machine at Costco that automatically blows the bubbles, so we can just sit and watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SErFDSvxI/AAAAAAAACIY/7zUiomkKXEU/s1600/DSC_0248a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468641723159854866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SErFDSvxI/AAAAAAAACIY/7zUiomkKXEU/s400/DSC_0248a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevor and Wes went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;strong&gt;WEEK&lt;/strong&gt; so Tara stayed over and we took turn watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;each other's&lt;/span&gt; kids so she could do her exercise group in the morning, and I could work in the evening.  It certainly made us realize how much we love and miss our hubby's when they're gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SENXqlMeI/AAAAAAAACII/L-1HG6lQz7c/s1600/DSC_0338a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468641212760404450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SENXqlMeI/AAAAAAAACII/L-1HG6lQz7c/s400/DSC_0338a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have loved having Daddy home, especially since he makes cookies usually once a week!!  He's such a great Dad!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In other note-worthy news, Trevor graduated from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PN&lt;/span&gt; school a couple of weeks ago, and has just finished his first week in the RN program!!  He will be taking his boards for his LPN early next month and should graduate with his RN in December!  We're so happy and proud of him!!  And I'm especially excited for him to take over my role in the working department!!!&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&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/252291280117372445-8624996379851513560?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8624996379851513560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8624996379851513560&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8624996379851513560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8624996379851513560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/05/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S-SEsIrzOBI/AAAAAAAACIw/W0r6163Tx0g/s72-c/DSC_0152a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-4374927838183360164</id><published>2010-04-05T13:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:07:15.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Festivities</title><content type='html'>I have been procrasti-blogging for awhile because I keep forgetting my camera when we do things, and I keep forgetting to get copies of the pictures my sister/brother-in-law get.  Anyway,  last weekend we went down to Tooele to celebrate Dylan's 16th birthday (I know, I can't believe he's 16 already!).  Again, I forgot my camera, but at least we got copies from Marc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pA6Z4mzHI/AAAAAAAACHY/M31Zjbfhs_w/s1600/IMG_1087a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456745270637677682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pA6Z4mzHI/AAAAAAAACHY/M31Zjbfhs_w/s400/IMG_1087a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jace and Brooklyn in their Easter dress-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pA5rHKI5I/AAAAAAAACHQ/OCEeesItyKo/s1600/IMG_1089a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456745258082247570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pA5rHKI5I/AAAAAAAACHQ/OCEeesItyKo/s400/IMG_1089a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to kiss for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pAlib3IyI/AAAAAAAACHI/vpmEnQ1xgv0/s1600/IMG_1090a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456744912155779874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pAlib3IyI/AAAAAAAACHI/vpmEnQ1xgv0/s400/IMG_1090a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVE this picture of Jace whispering to Brooklyn.  Seriously, they're such buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pAlFbWkNI/AAAAAAAACHA/SZwjDyd8m-g/s1600/IMG_1093a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456744904369017042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pAlFbWkNI/AAAAAAAACHA/SZwjDyd8m-g/s400/IMG_1093a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing their "I Love You" signs.  They're so sweet and always telling me they love me in sign-language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pAkgvn3zI/AAAAAAAACG4/EzVEns-C3eM/s1600/IMG_1096a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456744894521925426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pAkgvn3zI/AAAAAAAACG4/EzVEns-C3eM/s400/IMG_1096a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only cousin shot we got.  I don't know where Dylan &amp;amp; Rylan were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pAkEikqpI/AAAAAAAACGw/U0mETwSvXTg/s1600/IMG_1079a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456744886950996626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pAkEikqpI/AAAAAAAACGw/U0mETwSvXTg/s400/IMG_1079a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee showing off her Easter Dress.  She looked beautiful!  I can't believe how big she's getting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pAj8MJ_bI/AAAAAAAACGo/xPRgXXK50T4/s1600/IMG_1127a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456744884709490098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pAj8MJ_bI/AAAAAAAACGo/xPRgXXK50T4/s400/IMG_1127a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rylan showing his skills on the skate board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pA6noqlzI/AAAAAAAACHg/OVCBWYPtIB4/s1600/IMG_1086a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456745274328913714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pA6noqlzI/AAAAAAAACHg/OVCBWYPtIB4/s400/IMG_1086a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet little Noah...drooling and teething...poor kid..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's kind of funny that there's no pictures of the birthday boy!  He was down stairs on the wii or computer most of the time!  It was great to have an excuse to get together though!!!&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/252291280117372445-4374927838183360164?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4374927838183360164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=4374927838183360164&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/4374927838183360164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/4374927838183360164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-festivities.html' title='Spring Festivities'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S7pA6Z4mzHI/AAAAAAAACHY/M31Zjbfhs_w/s72-c/IMG_1087a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-3187282600186204668</id><published>2010-03-23T14:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:49:44.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Man!</title><content type='html'>Brooklyn &amp;amp; Jace love to wear their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;superman&lt;/span&gt; capes around the house, especially when they watch movies.  They're such little buddies!  They &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; want to be the same and are &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; together.  I love watching them talk, play, argue, tease, and learn together.  They really are best friends and always watch out for each other.  Jace has to make sure that Brooklyn gets what she wants...even if she doesn't know she wants it yet!  And if Jace cries for a toy, even if it's Brooklyn's turn and she's having fun playing with it, she always gives in and gives it to him.  They still act like siblings some of the time...but like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; most of the time.  I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S6kmGojPhGI/AAAAAAAACGg/_-rQ_Z-iLXY/s1600-h/DSC_0087a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451930719315002466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S6kmGojPhGI/AAAAAAAACGg/_-rQ_Z-iLXY/s400/DSC_0087a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-3187282600186204668?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3187282600186204668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=3187282600186204668&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3187282600186204668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3187282600186204668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-man.html' title='Super Man!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S6kmGojPhGI/AAAAAAAACGg/_-rQ_Z-iLXY/s72-c/DSC_0087a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-5136634484327624512</id><published>2010-03-13T13:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:41:32.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIX Cavities!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We took Jace to the dentist a few weeks ago and found out he had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SIX CAVITIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Yikes! Especially considering we don't have dental insurance since Trevor's been laid off. Yeah, that hurts... They did half of them on his initial visit and finished the rest this week. Jace was very brave, unlike me, because I made Trevor take him both times. I get teary-eyed just thinking about it. Jace said that this time he had "a little cry and a big cry" but was happy to be done with the dentist for awhile. We're happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S5v3AzmhulI/AAAAAAAACGY/7Q52PocU6Yw/s1600-h/DSC_0073a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448219767458609746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S5v3AzmhulI/AAAAAAAACGY/7Q52PocU6Yw/s400/DSC_0073a1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Jace's teeth.  I kind of feel a little trashy with all that silver in his mouth, but why pay the extra money for white fillings when he's just going to lose these teeth in a couple of years.  Trev said the dentist had to pretty much do the equivalent of a root canal where the silver cap is.  Poor Jace.  I hope he doesn't have bad teeth for his whole life.  We've definitely stepped up on the oral care and he's a lot more willing to let us brush his teeth now that he has the threat of the dentist if he doesn't.  I feel like a horrible mommy...like I could have been doing more to prevent this.  Good things kids are so easy to forgive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-5136634484327624512?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5136634484327624512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=5136634484327624512&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5136634484327624512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5136634484327624512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/six-cavities.html' title='SIX Cavities!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S5v3AzmhulI/AAAAAAAACGY/7Q52PocU6Yw/s72-c/DSC_0073a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-2257888044465411645</id><published>2010-03-09T14:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:08:09.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although the weather is getting warmer, there are still days where it's just too yucky to go outside. We're trying to fill this time by doing less TV watching and more of the other stuff. I have found with my kids, if I don't keep them busy, than the messes seem to add up a lot faster. Although, sometimes the things that keep them busy are even messier! Any way, yesterday the kids patiently sat in the cart while I shopped at Hobby Lobby (&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; that store!) so I let them pick out a craft to paint. They chose snakes! (Of course they chose the same thing, and if they didn't, I probably would have made them. I've been a mother of two long enough to know that I'll have some melt downs and tantrums if they don't have the same thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446755916572063602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S5bDpeGI93I/AAAAAAAACGI/ZS0LmvnPoRE/s400/DSC_0004a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jace painting his snake. Of course he had to start out with his favorite color, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S5bDp2OZX8I/AAAAAAAACGQ/My1bYxsFN4k/s1600-h/DSC_0006a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446755923049144258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S5bDp2OZX8I/AAAAAAAACGQ/My1bYxsFN4k/s400/DSC_0006a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such concentration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S5bDoqm7YLI/AAAAAAAACF4/n8a0g3_-1Rs/s1600-h/DSC_0003a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446755902750941362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S5bDoqm7YLI/AAAAAAAACF4/n8a0g3_-1Rs/s400/DSC_0003a1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooklyn's favorite color is pink too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S5bDo7c3bPI/AAAAAAAACGA/cOAnVQaYlSY/s1600-h/DSC_0007a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446755907272142066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S5bDo7c3bPI/AAAAAAAACGA/cOAnVQaYlSY/s400/DSC_0007a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a lot of fun, and it wasn't as messy as it could have been!  I think we'll have to get the paints out more often, the kids were very proud of their art-work, and have carried the snakes around with them every where they go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S5bDoqm7YLI/AAAAAAAACF4/n8a0g3_-1Rs/s1600-h/DSC_0003a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/252291280117372445-2257888044465411645?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2257888044465411645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=2257888044465411645&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/2257888044465411645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/2257888044465411645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/pink-snakes.html' title='Pink Snakes'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S5bDpeGI93I/AAAAAAAACGI/ZS0LmvnPoRE/s72-c/DSC_0004a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-7839693431316561161</id><published>2010-03-01T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:37:58.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the boys are away...</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Trevor, Wes, and Marc worked their behinds off in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tooele&lt;/span&gt;, putting tile in Shelly &amp;amp; Marc's 3 bathrooms and kitchen so the girls all got together to hang out with the kids. I'm sure once Marc catches his breath (he had a crazy schedule with church meetings and work all day yesterday) he'll post pictures of their handy work &lt;a href="http://shellimark.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (right, Marc?!?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had fun with my sisters...and we realized that things are a lot more challenging with 5 kids! Shel's kids are so great with the younger cousins and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Brooklyn have been going through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;withdrawals&lt;/span&gt; since they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4s_cTGdDzI/AAAAAAAACFo/9qU-al8j7v0/s1600-h/DSC_0191a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443514330003607346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4s_cTGdDzI/AAAAAAAACFo/9qU-al8j7v0/s400/DSC_0191a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt;, Brook, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; took a bubble bath, and after turning on the jets there were &lt;strong&gt;TONS&lt;/strong&gt; of bubbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4s_Lu-L8CI/AAAAAAAACFg/TBCy4_8ZM7s/s1600-h/DSC_0210a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443514045427347490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4s_Lu-L8CI/AAAAAAAACFg/TBCy4_8ZM7s/s400/DSC_0210a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Brooklyn hugging. (I guess they do like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; once in awhile!) This kind of shows how many bubbles there were. I was constantly having to get water from the sink to poor over their faces and hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4s_LWi7c6I/AAAAAAAACFY/pOKWssJwkHE/s1600-h/DSC_0243a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443514038870569890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4s_LWi7c6I/AAAAAAAACFY/pOKWssJwkHE/s400/DSC_0243a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah joined in the fun after we let some bubbles out. He loved them too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4s_LKq7JLI/AAAAAAAACFQ/DE3hoa3PIBc/s1600-h/DSC_0259a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443514035682878642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4s_LKq7JLI/AAAAAAAACFQ/DE3hoa3PIBc/s400/DSC_0259a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; Face playing in the bubbles. As you can see he has a black eye. He slipped on the tile earlier in the week when he was getting out of the tub. Poor kiddo!&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/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4s_K7SdRuI/AAAAAAAACFI/C0UDv2KKyHg/s1600-h/DSC_0263a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443514031553726178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4s_K7SdRuI/AAAAAAAACFI/C0UDv2KKyHg/s400/DSC_0263a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful Brooklyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4s_KiwJbhI/AAAAAAAACFA/budv7K1_Ab0/s1600-h/DSC_0275a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443514024967368210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4s_KiwJbhI/AAAAAAAACFA/budv7K1_Ab0/s400/DSC_0275a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids love playing with the Ry Guy too! To those of you who know Brooklyn know that getting kisses from her are like gold...because she hardly gives them out. I think she must love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4wwQMaDSyI/AAAAAAAACFw/YkOp5LMPqaU/s1600-h/DSC_0285a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443779104350620450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4wwQMaDSyI/AAAAAAAACFw/YkOp5LMPqaU/s400/DSC_0285a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shel and I did some crafts over the weekend too...hopefully the flowers will start blooming soon! I am so happy it's March!!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-7839693431316561161?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7839693431316561161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=7839693431316561161&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/7839693431316561161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/7839693431316561161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-boys-are-away.html' title='When the boys are away...'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S4s_cTGdDzI/AAAAAAAACFo/9qU-al8j7v0/s72-c/DSC_0191a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-2630160282597342060</id><published>2010-02-23T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:40:47.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; has finally graduated from his crib (which we sold yesterday on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KSL&lt;/span&gt;!) to a big boy bed! I'm sure most kids graduate a lot sooner, but we enjoyed the fact that he was contained in his crib, and didn't push the whole "big boy bed" thing. Although he could climb in and out of his crib easily, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; never would get out when he woke up from a nap or in the morning. It was bliss! Well, we finally decided that if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; had it his way, he'd probably start kindergarten in his crib, so we (meaning Trevor &amp;amp; Wes) set up his new bed (which I bought almost a year ago and has been sitting in our garage in a box.). Anyway, we set it up and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; it! We thought it would end our days of child-imprisonment, but we have been pleasantly surprised that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; doesn't get out of bed in the morning until we come and get him! He still naps too! And has only fallen out of bed twice. He's doesn't really like sheets, and isn't sure about the whole pillow thing, but loves his new bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the sleeping beauty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGqnXeuvI/AAAAAAAACD4/rpVHKoPc8rE/s1600-h/DSC_0176a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438877935427566322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGqnXeuvI/AAAAAAAACD4/rpVHKoPc8rE/s400/DSC_0176a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGqXg4N3I/AAAAAAAACDw/sFYUyBX7QA4/s1600-h/DSC_0174a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438877931172018034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGqXg4N3I/AAAAAAAACDw/sFYUyBX7QA4/s400/DSC_0174a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing sweeter than a child sleeping....&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/252291280117372445-2630160282597342060?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2630160282597342060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=2630160282597342060&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/2630160282597342060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/2630160282597342060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-boy-bed.html' title='Big Boy Bed'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGqnXeuvI/AAAAAAAACD4/rpVHKoPc8rE/s72-c/DSC_0176a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-2598972830797348444</id><published>2010-02-17T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:52:01.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day</title><content type='html'>We've had a fun time celebrating Valentine's this month! I think Valentine's Day comes at a perfect time, during such a "blah" time of year. Not that we need a reason to show our love to one another, but it's always nice to have an excuse to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn's hair is getting SO long (and needs to be trimmed). I was able to do some festive hair-dos for her, and she &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; having hearts in her hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGbJu2ExI/AAAAAAAACDo/DwVZxY9zwls/s1600-h/DSC_0162a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438877669774463762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGbJu2ExI/AAAAAAAACDo/DwVZxY9zwls/s400/DSC_0162a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGapqtIyI/AAAAAAAACDg/v9d2fH09cGE/s1600-h/DSC_0150a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438877661167166242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGapqtIyI/AAAAAAAACDg/v9d2fH09cGE/s400/DSC_0150a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decorated cookies&lt;em&gt; again&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, who can ever get enough sugar cookies?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGacnGrWI/AAAAAAAACDY/pGXXSrRR8X4/s1600-h/DSC_0140a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438877657662401890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGacnGrWI/AAAAAAAACDY/pGXXSrRR8X4/s400/DSC_0140a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rF_zEcreI/AAAAAAAACDA/XaTYkC2SL5k/s1600-h/DSC_0134a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438877199834590690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rF_zEcreI/AAAAAAAACDA/XaTYkC2SL5k/s400/DSC_0134a1.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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGAtgR7bI/AAAAAAAACDQ/hc2GaNxRCuY/s1600-h/DSC_0129a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438877215520583090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGAtgR7bI/AAAAAAAACDQ/hc2GaNxRCuY/s400/DSC_0129a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what the little lady has been sporting lately! Don't get too excited though, shortly after this, she pulled them off and peed in the tile in the bathroom. She's pretty good though, and if I put more effort into it I know she'd be potty trained. Problem is she wants to stand like Jace when she goes potty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rF_tmCtbI/AAAAAAAACC4/YyyQ2ncei4Y/s1600-h/DSC_0118a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438877198364882354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rF_tmCtbI/AAAAAAAACC4/YyyQ2ncei4Y/s400/DSC_0118a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, the concentration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rF_E6Hw3I/AAAAAAAACCw/xD4KvT0k9Dg/s1600-h/DSC_0114a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438877187443245938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rF_E6Hw3I/AAAAAAAACCw/xD4KvT0k9Dg/s400/DSC_0114a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor even made pink marshmallow popcorn for the kids when I was out seeing patients one night! It was delicious! He even remembered to take pictures...although the kids were so excited they all turned out blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3schjvHZBI/AAAAAAAACEg/A4n70AAgqWU/s1600-h/DSC_0171a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438972337834124306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3schjvHZBI/AAAAAAAACEg/A4n70AAgqWU/s400/DSC_0171a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what's Valentine's Day without flowers?! I LOVE Lilly's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3schQG1u_I/AAAAAAAACEY/i5eMLunb-9M/s1600-h/DSC_0182a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438972332564921330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3schQG1u_I/AAAAAAAACEY/i5eMLunb-9M/s400/DSC_0182a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we had all of my family over (minus Nate &amp;amp; Fam who are in Pennsylvania) over for dinner. Trevor made his mom's lasagna recipe from scratch! It was the yummiest lasagna I've ever tasted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3scg0WekGI/AAAAAAAACEQ/HDSBLDqU6ug/s1600-h/Valentines5a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438972325114318946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3scg0WekGI/AAAAAAAACEQ/HDSBLDqU6ug/s400/Valentines5a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Noah &amp;amp; Grandpa! That boy is growing up WAY too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3scgpHP1uI/AAAAAAAACEI/EnEkOeLfnaA/s1600-h/valentines4a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438972322097649378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3scgpHP1uI/AAAAAAAACEI/EnEkOeLfnaA/s400/valentines4a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are decorating our "Valentine House". We never decorated our ginger bread house at Christmas, so I got a bunch of Valentine's candy for the kids to decorate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3scgUk0T0I/AAAAAAAACEA/zsaybpWCgXU/s1600-h/valentinesa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438972316584529730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3scgUk0T0I/AAAAAAAACEA/zsaybpWCgXU/s400/valentinesa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the saddest gingerbread house I've ever seen! Almost every piece was cracked some how, and Shel &amp;amp; I tried to fix it up the best we could. It ended up imploding at the end! The kids didn't care though....they were too busy eating the candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to spend the day of love, with those you love! Hope you all had a nice holiday!&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-2598972830797348444?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2598972830797348444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=2598972830797348444&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/2598972830797348444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/2598972830797348444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/v-day.html' title='V-Day'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S3rGbJu2ExI/AAAAAAAACDo/DwVZxY9zwls/s72-c/DSC_0162a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-383759395169291053</id><published>2010-02-05T12:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T12:28:16.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading Love</title><content type='html'>We had some friends over the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; day to play and we decorated Valentine's cookies!  The kids were excited all morning, waiting for our friends to come over and carried around their sprinkles with them every where they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S2xvXzonHOI/AAAAAAAACCo/lKRMeuwibmY/s1600-h/DSC_0091a1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434841305117564130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S2xvXzonHOI/AAAAAAAACCo/lKRMeuwibmY/s400/DSC_0091a1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Brooklyn decorating her cookie.  There were sprinkles EVERYWHERE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S2xvXexdzLI/AAAAAAAACCg/NpYm7alGSYc/s1600-h/DSC_0094a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434841299517557938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S2xvXexdzLI/AAAAAAAACCg/NpYm7alGSYc/s400/DSC_0094a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; sneaking a taste of frosting.  I'm afraid my poor kids have inherited my sweet tooth! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S2xvXMLeuaI/AAAAAAAACCY/cJNBkctynl8/s1600-h/DSC_0104a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434841294526396834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S2xvXMLeuaI/AAAAAAAACCY/cJNBkctynl8/s400/DSC_0104a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Hailey with all the big kids eating her cookie!  My kids absolutely&lt;strong&gt; love &lt;/strong&gt;Hailey and are showing that the are going to be very helpful when they get a little brother or sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S2xvWotTPnI/AAAAAAAACCQ/kfvQpmX_4g0/s1600-h/DSC_0109a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434841285004574322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S2xvWotTPnI/AAAAAAAACCQ/kfvQpmX_4g0/s400/DSC_0109a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Here's Jake showing he ate all of his cookie!  I'm surprised he wasn't all green!  He had a nice healthy layer of green sprinkles on his cookie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-383759395169291053?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/383759395169291053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=383759395169291053&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/383759395169291053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/383759395169291053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/spreading-love.html' title='Spreading Love'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S2xvXzonHOI/AAAAAAAACCo/lKRMeuwibmY/s72-c/DSC_0091a1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-579767582324211171</id><published>2010-01-31T19:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:57:43.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Life</title><content type='html'>My talented sister, Tara, has always had an eye for photography, digital &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt;/regular &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt;, and pretty much makes anything she touches pleasing to the eye.  She's been doing a lot of research, and taking classes on taking photos, editing photos, etc. and has willingly used my kids as some of her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guinea&lt;/span&gt; pigs!  She's also taken a zillion cute pictures of Noah and has started a blog with all of her recent photography.  She started out doing it more as a hobby and wanting to capture her sweet little son, but has really enjoyed doing it and wants to become more professional and share her creativity with others.  Check out her blog at &lt;a href="http://www.labellavitaphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.labellavitaphotography.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  "La Bella Vita" means "The Beautiful Life" and I definitely think she caught the beauties in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2YG61rVAJI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_z4IcPHWnHI/s1600-h/jacersfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433037608380072082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2YG61rVAJI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_z4IcPHWnHI/s400/jacersfw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I absolutely LOVE this picture...it captures how big my little boy is getting.  Tara thinks he looks just like me in these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2YG6FpwjtI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LP386H9BGmo/s1600-h/jacersfw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433037595488587474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2YG6FpwjtI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LP386H9BGmo/s400/jacersfw1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She edited this one as a joke, but I actually &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like it!  It's totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unabashedly&lt;/span&gt; picking his boogers.  Not afraid to make himself more comfortable!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2YISaoxVBI/AAAAAAAAAm4/llHruXYLpEk/s1600-h/sissygirl1sfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433039112950076434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2YISaoxVBI/AAAAAAAAAm4/llHruXYLpEk/s400/sissygirl1sfw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then there is Brooklyn.  She was a great model, just sat there looking beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2YIRzf6M3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/90qp5X-PD2g/s1600-h/sissy2sfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433039102443926386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2YIRzf6M3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/90qp5X-PD2g/s400/sissy2sfw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This girl is so sweet!  I absolutely love having this dainty girl in our family.  Don't let her fool you though, she can definitely hold her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2YIRgLvIcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/M_08bVxKpDk/s1600-h/sissy5sfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433039097259041218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2YIRgLvIcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/M_08bVxKpDk/s400/sissy5sfw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love the expression she captured, completely a Brooklyn look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2YIQ-FeidI/AAAAAAAAAmg/JqQ6oMwlygo/s1600-h/sissy4sfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433039088105982418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2YIQ-FeidI/AAAAAAAAAmg/JqQ6oMwlygo/s400/sissy4sfw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously.&lt;/em&gt;  I can't say anything more than this picutre already says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2ZQGxIqcyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0cjTdukK_94/s1600-h/sissygirlsfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2ZQGxIqcyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0cjTdukK_94/s400/sissygirlsfw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433118077668193058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love love &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; those lips.  She's been a real prude lately about giving kisses and I can't stand it.  You can't be that cute, with such &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;luscious&lt;/span&gt; lips and not give your mom kisses!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thank you, Tara, for letting my kids be your model for a day (more like 15 minutes...that's all they lasted).  We are more than happy to "model" for you any time!   And although she says she's not "ready" to take other people's pictures yet, I'm sure she'll be wanting some other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guinea&lt;/span&gt; pigs to try out her skills!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-579767582324211171?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/579767582324211171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=579767582324211171&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/579767582324211171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/579767582324211171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-life.html' title='The Beautiful Life'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo1Qx9vBVbE/S2YG61rVAJI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_z4IcPHWnHI/s72-c/jacersfw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-1710152566519256940</id><published>2010-01-24T21:42:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:10:41.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving January</title><content type='html'>January is such a tough month! We haven't been doing very much and it just kind of seems blah. I need to take more pictures, but who wants to see pictures of my messy house and my kids still in their pajamas at noon?! I feel like all I've done since we've been back from Canada is clean and organize, and organize and clean. The air quality has been yucky for most of the month, so we haven't spent much time outside, and I haven't been the most creative in finding other things to do. My kids have kind of felt the same way. They don't want to go anywhere and just want to stay in their jammies all day. Who can blame them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here are some pictures of the fam this past few weeks. I certainly am slacking on my New Years Resolution of taking more pictures, so hopefully this will get me going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10jmoV6qqI/AAAAAAAACCA/GPFP0LrGpd4/s1600-h/januarya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430535872250030754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10jmoV6qqI/AAAAAAAACCA/GPFP0LrGpd4/s400/januarya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jace is now a Sunbeam!!!  I can't believe it!  He's been a poop lately at letting me take his picture, but here he is after church being a goof with his foot in his mouth.  I was kind of nervous about the transition from nursery to primary (what kid in their right mind want to leave toys, snacks, and treats?) but Jace has done really well!  He loves being a "big boy" and going to primary.  The bigger transition has been for Brooklyn who now has to go to nursery alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10jmMY7thI/AAAAAAAACB4/e8PGsgjaA40/s1600-h/january+(16)a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430535864746489362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10jmMY7thI/AAAAAAAACB4/e8PGsgjaA40/s400/january+(16)a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jave &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; to help his daddy shovel the sidewalks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10jl7OyDgI/AAAAAAAACBw/a8MecwI2pCo/s1600-h/january+(18)a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430535860140510722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10jl7OyDgI/AAAAAAAACBw/a8MecwI2pCo/s400/january+(18)a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Brooklyn likes to help too!  They each have their own shovel and usually make more of a mess, but hopefully some day we can put all this practice to some good use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10jlSixxsI/AAAAAAAACBo/afoUQ7Xd0_s/s1600-h/january+(21)a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430535849218524866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10jlSixxsI/AAAAAAAACBo/afoUQ7Xd0_s/s400/january+(21)a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a sweet little snow bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10iy3uLiTI/AAAAAAAACBY/Sw8jf2XrzDE/s1600-h/january+(3)a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430534983025133874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10iy3uLiTI/AAAAAAAACBY/Sw8jf2XrzDE/s400/january+(3)a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn has discovered how to climb out of her crib for the past month or so, making lot of messes when she's supposed to be asleep.  This day she found the baby powder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10iypSZZaI/AAAAAAAACBQ/54gV2VJjQAs/s1600-h/DSC_0078a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430534979150505378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10iypSZZaI/AAAAAAAACBQ/54gV2VJjQAs/s400/DSC_0078a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor and the kids reading a Dora story on the t.v.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10iyInpFnI/AAAAAAAACBI/OQEIT5xBp2c/s1600-h/DSC_0051a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430534970381244018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10iyInpFnI/AAAAAAAACBI/OQEIT5xBp2c/s400/DSC_0051a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have also been taking a lot of baths.  They absolutely LOVE the water, and could spend most of the day in the bath if I let them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10ixlH_hMI/AAAAAAAACBA/NR3YBGH5puk/s1600-h/DSC_0027a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430534960853255362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10ixlH_hMI/AAAAAAAACBA/NR3YBGH5puk/s400/DSC_0027a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cheeser!  I LOVE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm thinking I need to get the kids a pass to the Treehouse again, to help ease us through these winter months.  Also, I think I'll start taking them to Story time at the library which is once or twice a week.  Does anyone else have any other suggestions of some fun &amp;amp; cheap things to do with my kiddos this winter?  &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/252291280117372445-1710152566519256940?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1710152566519256940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=1710152566519256940&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/1710152566519256940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/1710152566519256940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/surviving-january.html' title='Surviving January'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S10jmoV6qqI/AAAAAAAACCA/GPFP0LrGpd4/s72-c/januarya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8576199516401184445</id><published>2010-01-05T22:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:30:30.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, ya Filthy Animal.  And a Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>We had a chilly but nice Christmas &amp;amp; New Year in the Great White North! The kids are at such a fun and magical age, especially at Christmas, and it was fun to experience Christmas with them. We had such a great time with Trevor's family and friends....I wish we were all closer, the flights were cheaper, or that 15 hours in the car was more tolerable. We had &lt;strong&gt;WAY&lt;/strong&gt; too much good food (which I'm now eating healthy and exercising every morning to undo!) and stayed up &lt;strong&gt;WAY &lt;/strong&gt;too late every night (although the kids slept in until 9 am, so we also SLEPT in every morning too!). Anyway, I could go on, and on. Here's the rundown of the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS EVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423403261419542978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PMiCabWcI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/BHnZaoxCUuQ/s400/DSC_0001a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Brooklyn "helping" Grammy with preparations for Christmas dinner. By "helping", they splashed in the water the turkey was defrosting in. I know, very sanitary!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PMi8CFLGI/AAAAAAAAB_g/HZUI8YH8cjA/s1600-h/DSC_0019a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423403276886682722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PMi8CFLGI/AAAAAAAAB_g/HZUI8YH8cjA/s400/DSC_0019a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve night we got together with "Auntie Jen" and her family for some dinner.  (We missed you on your Birthday, Dad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PMiR4go8I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/YNP3IZLYzEE/s1600-h/DSC_0008a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423403265572250562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PMiR4go8I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/YNP3IZLYzEE/s400/DSC_0008a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Brooklyn &lt;strong&gt;LOVED &lt;/strong&gt;going to Auntie Jen's house and the girls loved playing with them. Here they are at the kids table eating their dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PMkILpz3I/AAAAAAAAB_w/4av8z1JlffM/s1600-h/DSC_0037a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423403297327927154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PMkILpz3I/AAAAAAAAB_w/4av8z1JlffM/s400/DSC_0037a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's our annual family picture in our Christmas Eve &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;. I got Trevor and I footy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt; and the kids got Toy Story &amp;amp; Tinker Bell ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PMjsXpB4I/AAAAAAAAB_o/eymYf43BhX8/s1600-h/146a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423403289862014850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PMjsXpB4I/AAAAAAAAB_o/eymYf43BhX8/s400/146a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Trevor's feet. My mom made sock monkeys just like that! (Trevor was a little less enthusiastic about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt;, I thought they were super comfy although not the most flattering! I just hated that every time I had to go to the bathroom I had to half undress myself. It's COLD up there!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS MORNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PL0tYZKEI/AAAAAAAAB_I/LKkGFVO_Br4/s1600-h/DSC_0055a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423402482679752770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PL0tYZKEI/AAAAAAAAB_I/LKkGFVO_Br4/s400/DSC_0055a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; was very enthusiastic about his presents, especially his stocking! He was sad he didn't get to see Santa when he delivered the gifts, but was excited for what he left! He was more into opening presents this year instead of playing with each one as he got them, but when there weren't any more presents to open, he wanted everything out of the boxes and batteries to make them work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PL0K4T9eI/AAAAAAAAB_A/CNotutoRSfQ/s1600-h/DSC_0058a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423402473418388962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PL0K4T9eI/AAAAAAAAB_A/CNotutoRSfQ/s400/DSC_0058a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn was excited too, although she probably could have taken all day opening presents if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; wasn't so excited about it. She wants to be just like her big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PLzVsqzVI/AAAAAAAAB-4/b_ady2UBEGg/s1600-h/DSC_0063a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423402459142475090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PLzVsqzVI/AAAAAAAAB-4/b_ady2UBEGg/s400/DSC_0063a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so laid back...just playing with each little toy she got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PLzJTqD8I/AAAAAAAAB-w/X9sx26OYdQI/s1600-h/DSC_0088a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423402455816343490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PLzJTqD8I/AAAAAAAAB-w/X9sx26OYdQI/s400/DSC_0088a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; is demonstrating to sissy how to properly blow-dry her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ponny's&lt;/span&gt; hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PLylGTfRI/AAAAAAAAB-o/vva7lzEjs6U/s1600-h/DSC_0091a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423402446096661778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PLylGTfRI/AAAAAAAAB-o/vva7lzEjs6U/s400/DSC_0091a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; by all of the presents...&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW YEARS EVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0QVvX46YmI/AAAAAAAACAg/pfFZWZzUcz4/s1600-h/217a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423483754871677538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0QVvX46YmI/AAAAAAAACAg/pfFZWZzUcz4/s400/217a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent New Years with family, friends, and insanely good food at a community hall up there. We played games and ate way too much food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0QVwDshJjI/AAAAAAAACAw/r_WwMe3_B_g/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0QVvqv-g9I/AAAAAAAACAo/37ykRDWPhUg/s1600-h/219a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423483759934473170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0QVvqv-g9I/AAAAAAAACAo/37ykRDWPhUg/s400/219a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Brooklyn were so good! They even stayed up until midnight without driving us crazy! When we were all yelling "Happy New Year!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; kept asking whose birthday it was and if he would get some birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0QVvX46YmI/AAAAAAAACAg/pfFZWZzUcz4/s1600-h/217a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0QVaC4PeHI/AAAAAAAACAY/S7zXWlfZ_HM/s1600-h/222a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423483388454467698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0QVaC4PeHI/AAAAAAAACAY/S7zXWlfZ_HM/s400/222a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy (and Vickie) played with the kids most of the evening, which is probably why they were so good! The kids just love their cousins!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW YEARS DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PK9ypsrWI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/ccmCTWN14y0/s1600-h/DSC_0029a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423401539201707362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PK9ypsrWI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/ccmCTWN14y0/s400/DSC_0029a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; generous with her kisses to Sarah! Grammy &amp;amp; Jen got one the whole time, and Sarah got tons and tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PK9oz-IDI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/lh87qE1LJZ0/s1600-h/DSC_0045a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423401536560439346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PK9oz-IDI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/lh87qE1LJZ0/s400/DSC_0045a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric (family friend) serenaded us all with his guitar and made up silly songs about everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PK9BV0nvI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Y2kPZOuq3LQ/s1600-h/DSC_0035a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423401525965004530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PK9BV0nvI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Y2kPZOuq3LQ/s400/DSC_0035a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; playing with Uncle Jeff and his cousins Brody &amp;amp; Mason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PK8AxQGHI/AAAAAAAAB-A/M4_1d87hqi4/s1600-h/DSC_0030a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423401508631746674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PK8AxQGHI/AAAAAAAAB-A/M4_1d87hqi4/s400/DSC_0030a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy, Sarah, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brookie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PKdXfzUDI/AAAAAAAAB94/-jXSNPrWfFI/s1600-h/DSC_0091A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423400982156628018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PKdXfzUDI/AAAAAAAAB94/-jXSNPrWfFI/s400/DSC_0091A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids playing with Chrissy again (where was Vickie when all of these pictures were taken?!). I kind of felt bad for the girls because the kids would maul them every time we were together and didn't want anything to do with Trevor or I (which was really nice, don't get me wrong...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PKcym_AVI/AAAAAAAAB9w/5RBuSMpOfe8/s1600-h/DSC_0078a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423400972254642514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PKcym_AVI/AAAAAAAAB9w/5RBuSMpOfe8/s400/DSC_0078a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor with his Dad! They had so much fun playing some old-school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nintendo&lt;/span&gt; games that my brother-in-law got for the x-box. They were just like little boys. And I may or may not have been like a nagging mother to them once in awhile. I'm pretty sure the x-box brings out the worst in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PKct1rAcI/AAAAAAAAB9o/92Jbj8S05B8/s1600-h/DSC_0061a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423400970974069186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PKct1rAcI/AAAAAAAAB9o/92Jbj8S05B8/s400/DSC_0061a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheesin&lt;/span&gt;' it. Love that boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PKcGeDZYI/AAAAAAAAB9g/xVG3aS3NtBM/s1600-h/DSC_0054a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423400960406021506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PKcGeDZYI/AAAAAAAAB9g/xVG3aS3NtBM/s400/DSC_0054a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; has learned how to sign "I Love You" and does it frequently. Melts my heart every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PKboXLueI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/QtNAKHCQJIA/s1600-h/DSC_0050a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423400952324143586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PKboXLueI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/QtNAKHCQJIA/s400/DSC_0050a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Behr&lt;/span&gt;, a really close family friend) and her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grandbaby&lt;/span&gt; snuggling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, sorry about the picture overload, but I had too many to choose from and probably didn't post a lot that I should have. We are so grateful for our families, and that we were able to spend time with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zezula's&lt;/span&gt; over the holidays! They were such gracious hosts and we loved every second we were there. Now it's on to reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope you all had a VERY Merry Christmas and have a Happy New Year!!! &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&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/252291280117372445-8576199516401184445?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8576199516401184445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8576199516401184445&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8576199516401184445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8576199516401184445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-christmas-ya-filthy-animal-and.html' title='Merry Christmas, ya Filthy Animal.  And a Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/S0PMiCabWcI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/BHnZaoxCUuQ/s72-c/DSC_0001a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-4196427833966305535</id><published>2009-12-22T17:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:04:48.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>Trevor and I decided to make a surprise visit to Canada for Christmas! We told Trev's mom and she was able to keep it a secret from &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt;! (Very impressive!). We got up here on Friday night just in time for the Mummer's "Retirement Party", which was just an excuse to get everyone together for when we arrived. Anyway, we've been having a blast so far except for the fact that we're &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freezin&lt;/span&gt;' our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tushies&lt;/span&gt; off! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;....it's cold! Here are a few pics so far....many fun memories come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SzFpnu1IAdI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/rSop4iID4oY/s1600-h/DSC_0248a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418227958010085842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SzFpnu1IAdI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/rSop4iID4oY/s400/DSC_0248a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Chrissy watching "Mr. The Grinch" (That's what Jace calls it anyway). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; is loving his older cousins, and they love playing with him! They're &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;constnatly&lt;/span&gt; doting over the kids and are at they're beck &amp;amp; call.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SzFpnHgGPII/AAAAAAAAB9I/y6NQ3kFmqeY/s1600-h/DSC_0244a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418227947452906626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SzFpnHgGPII/AAAAAAAAB9I/y6NQ3kFmqeY/s400/DSC_0244a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Mason. They're only 6 months apart and are buds.&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SzFpmoYxQAI/AAAAAAAAB9A/84oBvjPDXyY/s1600-h/DSC_0239a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418227939100672002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SzFpmoYxQAI/AAAAAAAAB9A/84oBvjPDXyY/s400/DSC_0239a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Mason wrestling with Papa (they were a pretty good match!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SzFpmdtgVRI/AAAAAAAAB84/jpyC62rsGJ4/s1600-h/DSC_0216a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418227936234853650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SzFpmdtgVRI/AAAAAAAAB84/jpyC62rsGJ4/s400/DSC_0216a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Using Papa's tummy as a trampoline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SzFplySwhCI/AAAAAAAAB8w/QNgHoV3xkL4/s1600-h/DSC_0209a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418227924579943458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SzFplySwhCI/AAAAAAAAB8w/QNgHoV3xkL4/s400/DSC_0209a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason showing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Brooklyn how to play with his Dad's I-Phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aside from the COLD weather, we're having a great time relaxing and catching up with family! The kids can't wait for Christmas! (And neither can we!)&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/252291280117372445-4196427833966305535?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4196427833966305535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=4196427833966305535&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/4196427833966305535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/4196427833966305535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/canadia-surprise.html' title='Canadian Surprise!!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SzFpnu1IAdI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/rSop4iID4oY/s72-c/DSC_0248a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-3623514626222650317</id><published>2009-12-09T14:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:36:56.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Survived!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SyAXjKPZPUI/AAAAAAAAB8g/UYAI34btX3o/s1600-h/trevschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413352644911119682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SyAXjKPZPUI/AAAAAAAAB8g/UYAI34btX3o/s400/trevschool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Trevor gowning up to go into an isolation room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trevor has officially survived the first semester of the Nursing Program!! We're so proud of him, and happy that he has no school or work for the rest of the year!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-3623514626222650317?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3623514626222650317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=3623514626222650317&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3623514626222650317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3623514626222650317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-survived.html' title='He Survived!!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SyAXjKPZPUI/AAAAAAAAB8g/UYAI34btX3o/s72-c/trevschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-5523926070406004469</id><published>2009-12-07T16:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:43:35.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Latest Happenings</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't been the best at keeping up with all of our on-goings lately, so I'm going to do a quick catch-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2PnSDla1I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/DtYsuD7RgBo/s1600-h/November+(92).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412640232193747794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2PnSDla1I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/DtYsuD7RgBo/s400/November+(92).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooklyn thinks she's still a baby and likes to ride in the swing (when we get it out for Noah).  It's hard to tell her no when she still meets the weight requirement!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2Pm-ltUMI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/iXaKWn0tJ8k/s1600-h/November+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412640226968162498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2Pm-ltUMI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/iXaKWn0tJ8k/s400/November+(19).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jace &amp;amp; Brooklyn are the bestest friends and have SO much fun together!  Trevor &amp;amp; I have enjoyed the new freedom that their friendship has brought!  They like to go into their rooms to play and yell at us when we try to come in.  I wish I could be a fly on the wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2PmbVYhbI/AAAAAAAAB8I/RnHyBW1DfMI/s1600-h/November+(106).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412640217504449970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2PmbVYhbI/AAAAAAAAB8I/RnHyBW1DfMI/s400/November+(106).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;to read every night before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2PPW6DxMI/AAAAAAAAB8A/jpQryDRd5rI/s1600-h/November+(140).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639821179110594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2PPW6DxMI/AAAAAAAAB8A/jpQryDRd5rI/s400/November+(140).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week we had our first real snow storm of the season and I helped the kids make their first snowman.  I haven't made one in years and forgot how much work they are to make!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2PPNjWLRI/AAAAAAAAB74/JrcMNoQrtrA/s1600-h/November+(290)a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639818667928850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2PPNjWLRI/AAAAAAAAB74/JrcMNoQrtrA/s400/November+(290)a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We celebrated Christmas with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa before they went to Hawaii and the kids can't get enough of their new "forts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2POm85tjI/AAAAAAAAB7w/zRS5MMa9RsE/s1600-h/DSC_0170a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639808306132530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2POm85tjI/AAAAAAAAB7w/zRS5MMa9RsE/s400/DSC_0170a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've enjoyed spending more time with Daddy, even though he has to study a lot.  He has two more finals and he's done for the rest of the semester.  We can't hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2POVkiiKI/AAAAAAAAB7o/SxMBtxGVYlo/s1600-h/DSC_0163a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639803640547490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2POVkiiKI/AAAAAAAAB7o/SxMBtxGVYlo/s400/DSC_0163a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooklyn is finding new hiding places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2PN_vTKwI/AAAAAAAAB7g/1YlGGDJQIDI/s1600-h/DSC_0167a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639797780097794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2PN_vTKwI/AAAAAAAAB7g/1YlGGDJQIDI/s400/DSC_0167a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to prep myself for taking her "meemee" (binkie) away.  I don't know who depends on it more, her or me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2Or24ZpDI/AAAAAAAAB7A/6cSKXF6omuA/s1600-h/DSC_0174a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639211286799410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2Or24ZpDI/AAAAAAAAB7A/6cSKXF6omuA/s400/DSC_0174a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the Festival of Trees over the weekend and the kids loved to see all the trees!  We had to get some cinnamon rolls while we were there.  You could smell them from the parking lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2OrD7mkgI/AAAAAAAAB64/9d1xui1Gwv4/s1600-h/DSC_0171a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639197610021378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2OrD7mkgI/AAAAAAAAB64/9d1xui1Gwv4/s400/DSC_0171a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to get a picture of the Canadian Christmas tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2Os9mP-0I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/GFtfspY5vjQ/s1600-h/DSC_0184a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639230269586242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2Os9mP-0I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/GFtfspY5vjQ/s400/DSC_0184a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday we took the kids to Home Depot for their Kid's workshop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2OsH4CWFI/AAAAAAAAB7I/sTT83lXPIJU/s1600-h/DSC_0182a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639215848675410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2OsH4CWFI/AAAAAAAAB7I/sTT83lXPIJU/s400/DSC_0182a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids loved to used the hammers and other tools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2OtYUh07I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/rWy3A5BEL_0/s1600-h/DSC_0196a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639237443015602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2OtYUh07I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/rWy3A5BEL_0/s400/DSC_0196a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Trev &amp;amp; the kids with their final products!  &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&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/252291280117372445-5523926070406004469?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5523926070406004469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=5523926070406004469&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5523926070406004469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5523926070406004469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-latest-happenings.html' title='Our Latest Happenings'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sx2PnSDla1I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/DtYsuD7RgBo/s72-c/November+(92).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-1379304966251191833</id><published>2009-11-29T14:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:49:42.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love this time of year! It's such a nice excuse to take time and realize all that we have to be thankful for. We had a wonderful Thanksgiving! The food was awesome and the company even better. In fact, I'm still full! It's nice to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;indulge&lt;/span&gt; a little (okay, a lot) and spend time with the one's you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqcM7tEnI/AAAAAAAAB6w/fp8OVNw96d0/s1600/November+(153).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409643872654266994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqcM7tEnI/AAAAAAAAB6w/fp8OVNw96d0/s400/November+(153).jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooklyn's trying to get a sneak peak at the ads before dinner.  My kids &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; looking at ads, and this year should be pretty easy for Santa, because my kids want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they see!  (On a side note, Tara, Shelly, Anna [one of Shel's friends] and I woke up at the crack of dawn and did some major Black Friday shopping!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqbgC3YKI/AAAAAAAAB6o/ZvYpLmpNZbo/s1600/November+(178).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409643860604706978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqbgC3YKI/AAAAAAAAB6o/ZvYpLmpNZbo/s400/November+(178).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooklyn wanted to help carve the turkey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqFKQDA5I/AAAAAAAAB6g/qJGVECqksms/s1600/November+(183)a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409643476797293458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqFKQDA5I/AAAAAAAAB6g/qJGVECqksms/s400/November+(183)a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; is such a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheeser&lt;/span&gt;.  He held this face until Tara took a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqEwMGxgI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/cGhDZFNOJfs/s1600/November+(186).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409643469801440770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqEwMGxgI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/cGhDZFNOJfs/s400/November+(186).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ry &amp;amp; Ky dishing up seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqEaub3vI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/KNgW8UP5bzg/s1600/November+(236).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409643464039849714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqEaub3vI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/KNgW8UP5bzg/s400/November+(236).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevor, Joel (a family friend), and Wes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqEFoPHyI/AAAAAAAAB6I/oQ1RuMSJeVc/s1600/November+(207).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409643458376703778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqEFoPHyI/AAAAAAAAB6I/oQ1RuMSJeVc/s400/November+(207).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; my Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqDgBl_EI/AAAAAAAAB6A/XAEDl-LJ5dw/s1600/November+(211).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409643448282512450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqDgBl_EI/AAAAAAAAB6A/XAEDl-LJ5dw/s400/November+(211).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was on-call Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday nights which were the busiest of the week.  Ugh.   I guess I can't complain though.  Especially now, I am grateful for a job that pays the bills and allows me to be home with my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and are enjoying this wonderful time of year!&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/252291280117372445-1379304966251191833?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1379304966251191833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=1379304966251191833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/1379304966251191833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/1379304966251191833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SxLqcM7tEnI/AAAAAAAAB6w/fp8OVNw96d0/s72-c/November+(153).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-6386974252594645425</id><published>2009-11-20T13:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:12:04.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon Premiere</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am a nerd and went to the "New Moon" premiere last night. It was such a blast!!! It's been SO long since I've had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GNO&lt;/span&gt; and it was fun to dress up like Twilight junkies. I definitely decided that I'm not one of "those girls" and got bugged pretty quick with all the screaming and cat-calling throughout the &lt;strong&gt;entire&lt;/strong&gt; movie (hello! I should have been expecting this...). It wasn't just the teeny-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;boppers&lt;/span&gt; too. Grown up women in their 60's were screaming like children and making some pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;provocative&lt;/span&gt; comments....ummm...I'm pretty sure Jacob is 17. One word, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;STATUTORY&lt;/span&gt;! Anyway. It was a lot of fun. Jacob is hot, Edward...not so much (even though I'm still on "Team Edward").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SwcDdYoFDdI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/vpEjDTtCcjY/s1600/IMG_2092a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406293681043213778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SwcDdYoFDdI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/vpEjDTtCcjY/s400/IMG_2092a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Tara &amp;amp; I showing off our bite marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SwcDe1KhdVI/AAAAAAAAB54/CuPwLzaEvtU/s1600/IMG_2103a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406293705883743570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SwcDe1KhdVI/AAAAAAAAB54/CuPwLzaEvtU/s400/IMG_2103a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A group shot of us waiting in line.  (Tara &amp;amp; Marie and me &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kami&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SwcDeG_rjWI/AAAAAAAAB5o/GPpv3tikXyA/s1600/IMG_2093a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406293693490236770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SwcDeG_rjWI/AAAAAAAAB5o/GPpv3tikXyA/s400/IMG_2093a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara &amp;amp; I again.  We were sad Shel didn't come with us but she ditched us for her other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SwcDetITuRI/AAAAAAAAB5w/wFOCmliZFCs/s1600/IMG_2099a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406293703726971154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SwcDetITuRI/AAAAAAAAB5w/wFOCmliZFCs/s400/IMG_2099a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am sporting my vampire teeth marks and "Team Edward" shirt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you ladies for such a fun night, and thank you Taylor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lautner&lt;/span&gt; for getting in such wonderful shape for this movie :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-6386974252594645425?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6386974252594645425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=6386974252594645425&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/6386974252594645425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/6386974252594645425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-premiere.html' title='New Moon Premiere'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SwcDdYoFDdI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/vpEjDTtCcjY/s72-c/IMG_2092a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-5856892622892133376</id><published>2009-11-11T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:25:28.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment</title><content type='html'>I love it when we have work done in the basement. The kids are captivated by the new faces (which are sometimes quite colorful!) and the noises. They are allowed to sit on the stairs and watch the entertainment. (I would say free entertainment, but the 50 gallon water heater was definitely not free!) It's like watching a movie- they need their blankets, a few toys, and some refreshments. I can't wait for them to do the dry wall. It will be an all day event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402696124595144370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Svo7gCffhrI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/T2J8ZJzL4uU/s400/DSC_0005a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-5856892622892133376?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5856892622892133376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=5856892622892133376&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5856892622892133376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5856892622892133376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/entertainment.html' title='Entertainment'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Svo7gCffhrI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/T2J8ZJzL4uU/s72-c/DSC_0005a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-3817591788432974062</id><published>2009-11-01T14:01:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:41:56.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>We had such a fun Halloween yesterday!! Our Halloweens are usually spent in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tooele&lt;/span&gt; with the Taylor's, because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kylee's&lt;/span&gt; a Halloween birthday baby!! This year was extra special because she was baptized on Halloween too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su4AI2852fI/AAAAAAAAB5E/NkbXOozfj24/s1600-h/DSC_0372a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399253155453721074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su4AI2852fI/AAAAAAAAB5E/NkbXOozfj24/s400/DSC_0372a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su37BuWVkhI/AAAAAAAAB40/b-gc-uKjvfI/s1600-h/DSC_0372a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Taylor Family. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; looked like an angel! I can't believe she's 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su37ApOynGI/AAAAAAAAB4s/ap3goteFJQw/s1600-h/DSC_0411a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399247516773555298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su37ApOynGI/AAAAAAAAB4s/ap3goteFJQw/s400/DSC_0411a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn &amp;amp; I at the brunch. They had such yummy food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su37AGPDj6I/AAAAAAAAB4k/uvR_Ii5bSKo/s1600-h/DSC_0383a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399247507379425186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su37AGPDj6I/AAAAAAAAB4k/uvR_Ii5bSKo/s400/DSC_0383a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn looking beautiful but NOT wanting her picture taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su36_910EmI/AAAAAAAAB4c/PLREI1KisTM/s1600-h/DSC_0426a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399247505126068834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su36_910EmI/AAAAAAAAB4c/PLREI1KisTM/s400/DSC_0426a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids got to hit a pinata outside (it was a &lt;strong&gt;gorgeous&lt;/strong&gt; day). Of course the birthday girl went first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su36Vde2c8I/AAAAAAAAB4U/FMvgz7by-lw/s1600-h/DSC_0445a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246774885315522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su36Vde2c8I/AAAAAAAAB4U/FMvgz7by-lw/s400/DSC_0445a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; decided to take a turn too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su36U_I4HCI/AAAAAAAAB4M/OrdF--MC0SY/s1600-h/DSC_0396a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246766740085794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su36U_I4HCI/AAAAAAAAB4M/OrdF--MC0SY/s400/DSC_0396a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; was in heaven! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tooele&lt;/span&gt; apparently got a &lt;strong&gt;LOT&lt;/strong&gt; more snow than we did, and he enjoyed playing in the left-over snow fort that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su36UvwT9rI/AAAAAAAAB4E/xVmH4sw0J0c/s1600-h/DSC_0439a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246762610521778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su36UvwT9rI/AAAAAAAAB4E/xVmH4sw0J0c/s400/DSC_0439a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to catch these moments! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; always has &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;much fun at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taylors&lt;/span&gt;. Makes me sad we don't live a little closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su36TzK_kLI/AAAAAAAAB38/rWcobu46UxE/s1600-h/DSC_0474a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246746347868338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su36TzK_kLI/AAAAAAAAB38/rWcobu46UxE/s400/DSC_0474a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt;, but you know good &amp;amp; well I was going to take your picture. It's not my fault you gave such a serious face. This is the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; proof that Trevor spent Halloween with us so that's why I had to post it. (He did most of the picture taking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su36TsD3OhI/AAAAAAAAB30/XHciAKIZlqE/s1600-h/DSC_0501a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246744438913554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su36TsD3OhI/AAAAAAAAB30/XHciAKIZlqE/s400/DSC_0501a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; opening presents. She was spoiled-rotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35un66DtI/AAAAAAAAB3s/SDvwLuauJBY/s1600-h/DSC_0540a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246107672448722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35un66DtI/AAAAAAAAB3s/SDvwLuauJBY/s400/DSC_0540a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah and I hanging out. Have I mentioned how chill this boy is? It amazes me every time I'm around him how easy going he is. I want to put in my order for one of these next time I have a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35uTEMTlI/AAAAAAAAB3k/SU7Tco5fC0w/s1600-h/DSC_0546a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246102074248786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35uTEMTlI/AAAAAAAAB3k/SU7Tco5fC0w/s400/DSC_0546a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn &amp;amp; I in our Halloween shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35tzO2wKI/AAAAAAAAB3c/57niUeQa1KQ/s1600-h/DSC_0550a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246093529039010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35tzO2wKI/AAAAAAAAB3c/57niUeQa1KQ/s400/DSC_0550a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah was the cutest skunk I've ever seen! He was a trooper and rode in the stroller while the kids went trick-or-treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35tg2Ly7I/AAAAAAAAB3U/W7SxXnJHRfg/s1600-h/DSC_0553a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246088593722290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35tg2Ly7I/AAAAAAAAB3U/W7SxXnJHRfg/s400/DSC_0553a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;. Although we practiced for weeks saying "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;", "Ahoy", and singing "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; was a little too nervous to get into character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35tGZ6YxI/AAAAAAAAB3M/2i41DIlHQXE/s1600-h/DSC_0563a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246081495819026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35tGZ6YxI/AAAAAAAAB3M/2i41DIlHQXE/s400/DSC_0563a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CHEESE"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35Ex9KibI/AAAAAAAAB3E/1bexaP7wSwY/s1600-h/DSC_0565a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399245388811766194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35Ex9KibI/AAAAAAAAB3E/1bexaP7wSwY/s400/DSC_0565a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;excited! He was very good to say "trick-or-treat" and "thank you" at ever door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35EW1MXpI/AAAAAAAAB28/9mTREEq0l0Q/s1600-h/DSC_0573a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399245381530574482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35EW1MXpI/AAAAAAAAB28/9mTREEq0l0Q/s400/DSC_0573a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn a.k.a. "Fifi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35ENvQlhI/AAAAAAAAB20/hpgwWebAVgo/s1600-h/DSC_0576a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399245379089765906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35ENvQlhI/AAAAAAAAB20/hpgwWebAVgo/s400/DSC_0576a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a sweet little puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35DiPoyqI/AAAAAAAAB2s/v2gLqy3FrpI/s1600-h/DSC_0629a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399245367414409890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35DiPoyqI/AAAAAAAAB2s/v2gLqy3FrpI/s400/DSC_0629a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the two babes after trick-or-treating. They ate &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; too much candy and were pooped by the end of the night. (In fact, when Brooklyn woke up this morning she puked up most of the candy she'd eaten last night! Poor thing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35DdJecJI/AAAAAAAAB2k/zDP_oiOOCls/s1600-h/DSC_0668a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399245366046388370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su35DdJecJI/AAAAAAAAB2k/zDP_oiOOCls/s400/DSC_0668a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dylan, the vampire!!! He was such a good sport to let the girls plan his costume and put on his make-up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su37ByVt0SI/AAAAAAAAB48/cTtUMm6T6YE/s1600-h/DSC_0318a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399247536398389538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su37ByVt0SI/AAAAAAAAB48/cTtUMm6T6YE/s400/DSC_0318a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And last but not least, I have to post the pumpkins Tara &amp;amp; I carved the night before Halloween. We were pretty proud of our selves considering we aren't avid carvers. We also ate "Dinner in a Pumpkin" and had a nice festive night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-3817591788432974062?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3817591788432974062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=3817591788432974062&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3817591788432974062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3817591788432974062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Su4AI2852fI/AAAAAAAAB5E/NkbXOozfj24/s72-c/DSC_0372a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-1470325006910744383</id><published>2009-10-25T16:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:36:10.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festivities</title><content type='html'>We have had such a FUN FALL!!! I love the cooler weather (for the most part, I wouldn't mind a summer day here and there), the smells, and especially the colors! There are so many things to do with the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTHhLGk5yI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/q13nhy65unA/s1600-h/DSC_0659a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hay Ride(s)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every year a nursery near our house does hayrides &amp;amp; the kids get to pick out pumpkins from the pumpkin patch. This year, the kids couldn't get enough and we went three times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTHgzYmsnI/AAAAAAAAB2I/W9E8CYqj2ts/s1600-h/DSC_0514a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396657619859845746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTHgzYmsnI/AAAAAAAAB2I/W9E8CYqj2ts/s400/DSC_0514a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Fam on the Hay Ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTHgUkBivI/AAAAAAAAB2A/Hj_mzSgt5_g/s1600-h/DSC_0497a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396657611586243314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTHgUkBivI/AAAAAAAAB2A/Hj_mzSgt5_g/s400/DSC_0497a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Helping Jace pick out the perfect pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTG-QWttAI/AAAAAAAAB14/X4WU_6n5zKk/s1600-h/DSC_0495a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396657026341123074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTG-QWttAI/AAAAAAAAB14/X4WU_6n5zKk/s400/DSC_0495a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooklyn &amp;amp; I scouting out pumpkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396657021732965890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTG9_MCzgI/AAAAAAAAB1o/77cz5FK6co0/s400/DSC_0416a.jpg" /&gt; Brooklyn, Jace, &amp;amp; Noah getting ready for the pumpkin ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396657024570781074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTG-JwobZI/AAAAAAAAB1w/tbiYvQawnXo/s400/DSC_0423a.jpg" /&gt;Jace is about to give Noah a kiss. It's not really fair, because Noah gets "free" kisses all the time, I practically have to beg for them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396658018997025266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTH4CSUufI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/qNgn0ay_s44/s400/DSC_0659a.jpg" /&gt;The next week we went with Kylee &amp;amp; Rylan. Believe it or not, this is the best picture we got of the five of them together and not &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; of them is looking except for Brooklyn, who is glaring at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTHhLGk5yI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/q13nhy65unA/s1600-h/DSC_0659a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTG9YFKFoI/AAAAAAAAB1g/JanpClbBTjU/s1600-h/DSC_0274a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396657011235100290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTG9YFKFoI/AAAAAAAAB1g/JanpClbBTjU/s400/DSC_0274a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday we went for the last time and Brooklyn fell in love with this particular pumpkin. She carried it around every where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTG8wUsawI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/9yM8Hx_MWok/s1600-h/DSC_0238a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396657000562846466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTG8wUsawI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/9yM8Hx_MWok/s400/DSC_0238a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bestest Friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's a farm by our house that Tara &amp;amp; I took the kids to. It was a BLAST! There was so much for the kids to do &amp;amp; see. We could have stayed there all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1LMDrg-I/AAAAAAAABzo/TDvlpysYRa8/s1600-h/DSC_0075a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396637457316545506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1LMDrg-I/AAAAAAAABzo/TDvlpysYRa8/s400/DSC_0075a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were huge slides that we were made down the bales of hay. Jace thought it was a blast to run from me &amp;amp; go down the slide before I could get a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1K7y4lxI/AAAAAAAABzg/iM9B80lo5i4/s1600-h/DSC_0053a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396637452951131922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1K7y4lxI/AAAAAAAABzg/iM9B80lo5i4/s400/DSC_0053a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having fun on the slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1LzdcptI/AAAAAAAABzw/47MVOAnTTj0/s1600-h/DSC_0066a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396637467893606098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1LzdcptI/AAAAAAAABzw/47MVOAnTTj0/s400/DSC_0066a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooklyn is usually a dare-devil, but she wouldn't go down unless I hiked up the hay and went down with her. It was actually pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1-dcSLJI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/esYZyGf5Wos/s1600-h/DSC_0108a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396638338156473490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1-dcSLJI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/esYZyGf5Wos/s400/DSC_0108a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brook waiting in line for the pumpkin bouncy house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS197MMKNI/AAAAAAAAB0I/iK0ZwocvAWY/s1600-h/DSC_0100a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396638328962164946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS197MMKNI/AAAAAAAAB0I/iK0ZwocvAWY/s400/DSC_0100a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's refusing to look at me. They both were big stinkers at getting their pictures taken, and the scenery was &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;beautiful with the corn, hay, and blue skies. I LOVE FALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1MqzHN6I/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2DontnOOhM/s1600-h/DSC_0098a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396637482748426146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1MqzHN6I/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2DontnOOhM/s400/DSC_0098a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She finally looks at me! What a beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1MB0bWQI/AAAAAAAABz4/07UAhvH6Dvo/s1600-h/DSC_0083a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396637471748086018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1MB0bWQI/AAAAAAAABz4/07UAhvH6Dvo/s400/DSC_0083a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love that squinty-eyed smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS3Wq0p-YI/AAAAAAAAB1A/h_XQ5-GL7lM/s1600-h/DSC_0170a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396639853576845698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS3Wq0p-YI/AAAAAAAAB1A/h_XQ5-GL7lM/s400/DSC_0170a.jpg" /&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;div&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&gt;&lt;div&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 align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids got to play in the "cornbox" and had a lot of fun digging through the corn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS3VuoijHI/AAAAAAAAB0w/0KstITreOTw/s1600-h/DSC_0151a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396639837419900018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS3VuoijHI/AAAAAAAAB0w/0KstITreOTw/s400/DSC_0151a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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&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&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&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&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&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&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&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&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brooklyn showing me the corn, which is the only way I could get a picture of her face instead of her back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS3WLE1NKI/AAAAAAAAB04/DayEvoVYcY8/s1600-h/DSC_0164a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396639845054756002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS3WLE1NKI/AAAAAAAAB04/DayEvoVYcY8/s400/DSC_0164a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS3XDdQekI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/65_ysALMkxk/s1600-h/October+(309).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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&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 align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went through the Kiddies Corn Maize. Jace would run in front of us &amp;amp; show us which way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396638338902341522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1-gOHN5I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/7EExhOVaHkE/s400/DSC_0120a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids definitely had to go on the Cow Choo-Choo and of course Jace wanted to go in the pink cart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396638348970391746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS1_FuheMI/AAAAAAAAB0g/dEss3OM7VQ0/s400/DSC_0189a.jpg" /&gt; The next time around they wanted me to go with them. Sounded like fun. We were super squished, but thought we would survive. I must be getting old, it was a very brutal 5 minutes, although it felt more like 30. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS3W1eN9FI/AAAAAAAAB1I/B83f0IQxCtg/s1600-h/DSC_0145a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396639856435524690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuS3W1eN9FI/AAAAAAAAB1I/B83f0IQxCtg/s400/DSC_0145a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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&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&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&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&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&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&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah was a champ &amp;amp; just chilled with his Mama the whole time. I have never met such an easy going kid!&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What a great time of year! This week the fun events will continue with "dinner in a pumpkin", pumpkin carving, and of course, Halloween!&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/252291280117372445-1470325006910744383?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1470325006910744383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=1470325006910744383&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/1470325006910744383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/1470325006910744383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-festivities.html' title='Fall Festivities'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SuTHgzYmsnI/AAAAAAAAB2I/W9E8CYqj2ts/s72-c/DSC_0514a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-7470110811284210166</id><published>2009-10-16T14:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:45:30.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Year Stats</title><content type='html'>We took Brooklyn to her 2 year old well check last week and she's &lt;strong&gt;back on the charts!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weight: 22.2 lbs. (3rd percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Height: 32 inches (8th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Head: 49 cm (85th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(We have lots of brains in this family!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lucky for us, our pediatrician is just down the road from Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Barnes' house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/StjdNu1l5pI/AAAAAAAABzQ/5EtmNwrqAmk/s1600-h/DSC_0163a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393303781757019794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/StjdNu1l5pI/AAAAAAAABzQ/5EtmNwrqAmk/s400/DSC_0163a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beautiful 2 year old! She had to get 2 shots but was such a trooper!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/StjdM8Kd6yI/AAAAAAAABzI/rGq0ILz45Os/s1600-h/DSC_0222a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393303768154368802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/StjdM8Kd6yI/AAAAAAAABzI/rGq0ILz45Os/s400/DSC_0222a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in a bird bath. There's so much to discover at Barnes' Park!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393303786570505250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/StjdOAxN3CI/AAAAAAAABzY/GlLq1Yk9Cls/s400/DSC_0078a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa &amp;amp; the babes. They have him wrapped around their fingers! Jace is always dragging him around. I feel bad, but he loves it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Stjcsvc7qdI/AAAAAAAABzA/J_cR7kl1HcA/s1600-h/DSC_0177a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393303214986340818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Stjcsvc7qdI/AAAAAAAABzA/J_cR7kl1HcA/s320/DSC_0177a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma &amp;amp; Sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/StjcrsL3V8I/AAAAAAAAByw/vN6RE5CdmHU/s1600-h/DSC_0239a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393303196929578946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/StjcrsL3V8I/AAAAAAAAByw/vN6RE5CdmHU/s320/DSC_0239a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace didn't want anything to do with the camera, he just wanted to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Stjcq9c5ilI/AAAAAAAAByo/l-sKmVp34AE/s1600-h/DSC_0265a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393303184384559698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Stjcq9c5ilI/AAAAAAAAByo/l-sKmVp34AE/s320/DSC_0265a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brook's cute on the little cars. She totally understands the concept of moving the steering wheel back and forth to accelerate. She's also much more of a daredevil than Jace &amp;amp; likes to go down the hills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/StjcqDzZAAI/AAAAAAAAByg/EWlh1cSChfw/s1600-h/DSC_0269a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393303168909639682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/StjcqDzZAAI/AAAAAAAAByg/EWlh1cSChfw/s320/DSC_0269a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the bark. Cleaning up Grandpa's pine cones. He can be a good helper but it has to be on &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; terms!&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/252291280117372445-7470110811284210166?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7470110811284210166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=7470110811284210166&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/7470110811284210166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/7470110811284210166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-year-stats.html' title='Two Year Stats'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/StjdNu1l5pI/AAAAAAAABzQ/5EtmNwrqAmk/s72-c/DSC_0163a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-7579466150833857436</id><published>2009-10-08T14:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:49:13.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Big Kid Now!</title><content type='html'>A little over a month ago we went to our friend's baby blessing and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; ended up having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; bum and whoops...we forgot a diaper.  Solution = &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; went the rest of the day commando and had to go potty like a big boy.  Since then, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; has wore underwear every day except nap time &amp;amp; bed time.  Only problem is he saves his poops for when he has his diaper on, and refuses to go to sleep with his underwear on.  What do I do?  Suggestions would be greatly appreciated.  (We do have a very special prize for him when he finally does go poop in the potty, it's in the bathroom for him to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he goes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For your viewing pleasure, here is a picture of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; modeling his undies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390330392079722242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Ss5M7rHnZwI/AAAAAAAAByY/EyV0penr9M0/s400/DSC_0072a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which looks an awful lot like George modeling &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; undies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390328890096809890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Ss5LkPy-96I/AAAAAAAAByQ/8pScQpamBMw/s400/alexander6zl4.jpg" /&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/252291280117372445-7579466150833857436?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7579466150833857436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=7579466150833857436&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/7579466150833857436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/7579466150833857436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-big-kid-now.html' title='I&apos;m a Big Kid Now!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Ss5M7rHnZwI/AAAAAAAAByY/EyV0penr9M0/s72-c/DSC_0072a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-4385250443105883041</id><published>2009-10-04T22:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:30:03.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Numero Dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is Brooklyn's 2nd Birthday!!! I can't believe my baby is two already!!! Where does the time go? I was going through her baby pictures, and pictures right after she was born and can't believe she was ever that small!! She was &lt;strong&gt;such &lt;/strong&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;surprise&lt;/strong&gt; to our family, and I wasn't sure how I would survive with her &amp;amp; Jace being so close in age. She has been such a blessing and we just love having her in our family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SskN7m8laWI/AAAAAAAABw0/0oQLccEBzGA/s1600-h/October07+124a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388853746843609442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SskN7m8laWI/AAAAAAAABw0/0oQLccEBzGA/s400/October07+124a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Brooklyn in the hospital. SO TINY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SskN7GWWh-I/AAAAAAAABws/C0_9Oj08KwY/s1600-h/October07+183a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388853738093316066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SskN7GWWh-I/AAAAAAAABws/C0_9Oj08KwY/s400/October07+183a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the milk drool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SskN6tBiOoI/AAAAAAAABwk/cw8HnrI_6mA/s1600-h/october08+003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388853731295115906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SskN6tBiOoI/AAAAAAAABwk/cw8HnrI_6mA/s400/october08+003a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooklyn at one. Still so tiny...but getting bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SskN6HNjweI/AAAAAAAABwc/xxWaw9acID8/s1600-h/Brooklyn+1st+Birthday+070a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388853721145000418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SskN6HNjweI/AAAAAAAABwc/xxWaw9acID8/s400/Brooklyn+1st+Birthday+070a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year at her birthday party! I can't believe how short her hair was!&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;And here is the little Birthday Girl Today!! We had a great birthday party for her, and she got &lt;strong&gt;SPOILED ROTTEN&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslwsUqel_I/AAAAAAAABxE/DGZ06B_CpN8/s1600-h/DSC_0494a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388962335888938994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslwsUqel_I/AAAAAAAABxE/DGZ06B_CpN8/s400/DSC_0494a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sweet and wanted a chance to read her books before moving on to the next present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslxOfmFFUI/AAAAAAAAByE/JC-cGKAvLuQ/s1600-h/DSC_0586a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388962922938832194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslxOfmFFUI/AAAAAAAAByE/JC-cGKAvLuQ/s400/DSC_0586a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Tara is helping Brooklyn change her baby's bum. She LOVES that baby and was obsessed with putting a diaper on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslxNqaYH1I/AAAAAAAABx8/6u_-ortO9Ok/s1600-h/DSC_0617a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388962908662669138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslxNqaYH1I/AAAAAAAABx8/6u_-ortO9Ok/s400/DSC_0617a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kylee so kindly gave Brook her Barbie Jeep (which was originally Nate &amp;amp; Angie's, so thanks for getting such a great gift for Lexi years ago!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslxNTlvklI/AAAAAAAABx0/jbEyDOmtCIw/s1600-h/DSC_0645a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslxNIa5pxI/AAAAAAAABxs/QRmLzRiSJXU/s1600-h/DSC_0660a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388962899538061074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslxNIa5pxI/AAAAAAAABxs/QRmLzRiSJXU/s400/DSC_0660a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn loved her new baby and stroller! She wouldn't allow Jace to come &lt;strong&gt;near&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388962349335130642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslwtGwTMhI/AAAAAAAABxU/7yUBP6dyQGA/s400/DSC_0725a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She got an adorable Elmo restaurant/kitchen from Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa and Wes &amp;amp; Tara. Here she's giving "Uncle" Tim bones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sslwt2l01JI/AAAAAAAABxk/m9N9ixviLTM/s1600-h/DSC_0670a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388962362176099474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sslwt2l01JI/AAAAAAAABxk/m9N9ixviLTM/s400/DSC_0670a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to blow out the candles on her princess cake! (Of course, Jace had to help!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslwtZcXDlI/AAAAAAAABxc/_w8zCSkLgyw/s1600-h/DSC_0691a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388962354351771218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslwtZcXDlI/AAAAAAAABxc/_w8zCSkLgyw/s400/DSC_0691a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating her birthday cake. (She does know how to use utensils, I promise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388962339388896546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sslwshs7tSI/AAAAAAAABxM/fqE3Xr_rE7w/s400/DSC_0753a.jpg" /&gt;Noah just chilled the whole time, and sucked on anything near his mouth! He's such a good baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslxNTlvklI/AAAAAAAABx0/jbEyDOmtCIw/s1600-h/DSC_0645a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388962902536327762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SslxNTlvklI/AAAAAAAABx0/jbEyDOmtCIw/s400/DSC_0645a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my friends, the terrible two's have begun!!!&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/252291280117372445-4385250443105883041?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4385250443105883041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=4385250443105883041&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/4385250443105883041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/4385250443105883041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/dos.html' title='Numero Dos'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SskN7m8laWI/AAAAAAAABw0/0oQLccEBzGA/s72-c/October07+124a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-4270569326625688326</id><published>2009-10-03T14:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:53:48.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast Off!!!</title><content type='html'>Trevor got "the kids" (even though we all know who it's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; for) a rocket last week. He's been wanting to do this for some time, he has some great memories of rocket flying/launching as a child with his dad. First he and the kids had to put it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse09v0li_I/AAAAAAAABvM/J42ZshpKLlA/s1600-h/DSC_0233a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388474452074138610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse09v0li_I/AAAAAAAABvM/J42ZshpKLlA/s400/DSC_0233a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse097PBqQI/AAAAAAAABvU/rUO9g4syGRc/s1600-h/DSC_0234a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388474455137822978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse097PBqQI/AAAAAAAABvU/rUO9g4syGRc/s400/DSC_0234a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse09v0li_I/AAAAAAAABvM/J42ZshpKLlA/s1600-h/DSC_0233a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor couldn't &lt;em&gt;possibly&lt;/em&gt; wait, so he took the kids without me, while I got ready for some friends who were coming over. Of course, there are no pictures of this... Well, yesterday, we decided to take the kids out to play with the rocket again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse0-i7hjxI/AAAAAAAABvc/SAltVm0-frE/s1600-h/DSC_0433a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388474465793445650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse0-i7hjxI/AAAAAAAABvc/SAltVm0-frE/s400/DSC_0433a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; is getting ready for the rocket to launch. So excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse0_GVCXzI/AAAAAAAABvk/togq00_i2tE/s1600-h/DSC_0441a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388474475295694642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse0_GVCXzI/AAAAAAAABvk/togq00_i2tE/s400/DSC_0441a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of the first rocket. We underestimated the wind and the rocket landed in a tree! I went to the house real quick to get a ladder and broom, but fear not, there was a park for the kids to play in while I was gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse1iKFwbiI/AAAAAAAABv8/xzV2Q97EJj8/s1600-h/DSC_0462a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388475077600767522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse1iKFwbiI/AAAAAAAABv8/xzV2Q97EJj8/s400/DSC_0462a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse1he_PfqI/AAAAAAAABv0/6iSTEHrTIJU/s1600-h/DSC_0444a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388475066030718626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse1he_PfqI/AAAAAAAABv0/6iSTEHrTIJU/s400/DSC_0444a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse1jMzrHJI/AAAAAAAABwU/gQBAW0H88ww/s1600-h/DSC_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Trevor successfully rescued the rocket, we decided there was time for one more launch (it's getting dark &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; early now!). This time I got to do the honors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse1iesrAqI/AAAAAAAABwE/lGpGBWsVdEk/s1600-h/DSC_0471a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388475083132699298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse1iesrAqI/AAAAAAAABwE/lGpGBWsVdEk/s400/DSC_0471a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevor and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; setting it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse1i6nntGI/AAAAAAAABwM/ddbfGT2FNnw/s1600-h/DSC_0477a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388475090627703906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse1i6nntGI/AAAAAAAABwM/ddbfGT2FNnw/s400/DSC_0477a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; the kids launching the rocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;****Apparently&lt;/em&gt; there is an unwritten (&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;unspoken, I might add) rule when launching the rocket that the person pushing the button (a.k.a. me) is supposed to watch to see where the rocket goes. Whoops. Now our rocket is lost.**** &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse1iKFwbiI/AAAAAAAABv8/xzV2Q97EJj8/s1600-h/DSC_0462a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-4270569326625688326?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4270569326625688326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=4270569326625688326&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/4270569326625688326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/4270569326625688326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/blast-off.html' title='Blast Off!!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sse09v0li_I/AAAAAAAABvM/J42ZshpKLlA/s72-c/DSC_0233a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-1386683743470829159</id><published>2009-09-29T14:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:01:02.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today is my birthday. The big 2-7. I'm not going to make any comments about feeling old. I decided a long time ago that I wanted to embrace each birthday instead of making it depressing. Anyway, my birthday just happens to be on a very inconvenient day this year. Tuesdays are bad for us. Trev is at school from 8-2:30 and work until 10:30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and I'm on call @ 5:00 pm until 8:30 am tomorrow. Anyway, not a big deal. We celebrated my birthday on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJtyaqEFzI/AAAAAAAABu4/FZQceYSChYQ/s1600-h/DSC_0093a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386988817205172018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJtyaqEFzI/AAAAAAAABu4/FZQceYSChYQ/s320/DSC_0093a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; my daddy. I sure love this guy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJtxhHp4mI/AAAAAAAABuw/5XI78_aNRx8/s1600-h/DSC_0096b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386988801760027234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJtxhHp4mI/AAAAAAAABuw/5XI78_aNRx8/s320/DSC_0096b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shel &amp;amp; Julie in the kitchen getting the yummy food ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJuqZq__FI/AAAAAAAABvA/2qFC_Eeyun0/s1600-h/DSC_0104e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386989779013336146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJuqZq__FI/AAAAAAAABvA/2qFC_Eeyun0/s320/DSC_0104e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ky-girl.  What a sweetie!  I swear she probably gave me 20 hugs &amp;amp; kept telling me Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJtwMsflBI/AAAAAAAABuY/zVoWtUYk054/s1600-h/DSC_0150d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386988779097527314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJtwMsflBI/AAAAAAAABuY/zVoWtUYk054/s320/DSC_0150d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, Noah was a big hit...and we all wanted to hold him!  Ry is so good with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJtwr2-8iI/AAAAAAAABug/qy5A0wuurIY/s1600-h/DSC_0114e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386988787463025186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJtwr2-8iI/AAAAAAAABug/qy5A0wuurIY/s320/DSC_0114e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; helped me blow out my candle (he gets upset now at every birthday that's not his.).  Marc &amp;amp; Shelly are evil and brought over cheese cake when I'm trying to eat healthy.   I guess it's okay to splurge on your birthday, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJsRGQm0JI/AAAAAAAABuQ/xzDh53KYJRc/s1600-h/DSC_0128f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386987145282375826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJsRGQm0JI/AAAAAAAABuQ/xzDh53KYJRc/s320/DSC_0128f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with a man &amp;amp; his cheesecake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJsQbvtvZI/AAAAAAAABuI/ppFUkznewoA/s1600-h/DSC_0126c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386987133870128530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJsQbvtvZI/AAAAAAAABuI/ppFUkznewoA/s320/DSC_0126c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;HIGHLIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; of the night is when Trevor surprised me with a piano!!!  (Actually a Yamaha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clavinova&lt;/span&gt;).  I was &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;excited and &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;surprised!  We've been looking at pianos and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;clavinovas&lt;/span&gt; for a while now...and I have been so lonely without one for the past 7 years.  We've looked on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KSL&lt;/span&gt; and piano dealerships, and have just been waiting for a good deal and some extra $$$.  Well, Trevor &lt;strong&gt;SCORED&lt;/strong&gt;!!!  Apparently this piano belonged to Chris &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heimerdinger&lt;/span&gt; who is a local author here who wrote a series called "A Tennis Shoe Among &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nephites&lt;/span&gt;".  I never personally read any of his books, but thought it was interesting!  He got a really good deal, and I am &lt;strong&gt;LOVING &lt;/strong&gt;it!  I am beyond words with happiness that I am to finally be able to play the piano whenever I want!  It's nice to be able to put on earphones when the babes are sleeping so I can play really loud! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJsPyFZUDI/AAAAAAAABuA/hvJ36hRkafo/s1600-h/DSC_0394g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386987122686775346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJsPyFZUDI/AAAAAAAABuA/hvJ36hRkafo/s320/DSC_0394g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got a new camera last week (The Nikon D60)!!!  I'm so exited to take nice pictures...and learn more about SLR/Digital cameras and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJsPS74Z3I/AAAAAAAABt4/zmtgFPcr99k/s1600-h/DSC_0381g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386987114325370738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJsPS74Z3I/AAAAAAAABt4/zmtgFPcr99k/s320/DSC_0381g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So you would think that I was &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; than done for my birthday, but no.  This morning I woke up to a wonderful candy card from the hubby along with a gift certificate to get a massage.  I told Trevor that he definitely wins "Husband of the Year" award!!!  I love him so much and am so lucky to have him!!  He's always trying to do little things (and BIG) to make me happy and feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJsOtklyjI/AAAAAAAABtw/L7CjwMd3qUI/s1600-h/DSC_0415h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386987104295569970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJsOtklyjI/AAAAAAAABtw/L7CjwMd3qUI/s320/DSC_0415h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to get the candy put away before the kids woke up (plus I didn't want the extra temptation lying around!) but I went out of the room and came back to see Brooklyn chowing down on a snickers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so ridiculously spoiled and happy for my birthday!  We were able to go have lunch with Trevor during his break so that was fun!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; must not have gotten the memo that he was supposed to take &lt;em&gt;a &lt;/em&gt;really good nap for my birthday, but it's all good!!!  &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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-1386683743470829159?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1386683743470829159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=1386683743470829159&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/1386683743470829159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/1386683743470829159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SsJtyaqEFzI/AAAAAAAABu4/FZQceYSChYQ/s72-c/DSC_0093a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8585316790038741830</id><published>2009-09-22T20:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:13:37.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little too Scrap Happy</title><content type='html'>So I've been a &lt;strong&gt;TERRIBLE&lt;/strong&gt; blogger lately!! My excuse? Usually twice a year we go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; Expo with all the girls in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;, spend Friday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;, the night at a hotel, and the next day scrapping again (MISSED YOU, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ANG&lt;/span&gt;). Anyway, it's a lot of fun. Since then I've been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;addicted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to digital &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;. Every chance that I'm on the computer I'm scrapping away. Why am I not sharing? Because I've decided randomly to start with 2008 (I'm way behind...) and I've already shared most of the pictures. My goal is to get caught up so that I can just scrap a couple pages every time I blog. We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life here is busy. Trevor has to work Sun.-Tues. nights until about 10:30 pm and has school Mon.- Wed. with labs and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;clinicals&lt;/span&gt; on Thurs. &amp;amp; Fri. This means the kids don't get to see him from Sunday noon until Wednesday night and I don't get to see him much more than that! Life is a little crazy but Trevor's doing well in the nursing program and really enjoying it so far. The kids just love spending time with him...and when he &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;home, the three of them are always playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384490105293817410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SrmNOPakxkI/AAAAAAAABtY/0IOpPe_6I7g/s320/IMG_5795b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the cool fort Trev built for the kids with the couch, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;love seat&lt;/span&gt;, and chair.  The kids &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; it and have requested it quite frequently.  I've decided it's kind of a pain in the rear to do, so it's something special they can do when Daddy's home!  (That way he can have all of the fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384490115620848018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SrmNO14uwZI/AAAAAAAABto/s9g960ai5BI/s320/IMG_5774c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweet little Brooklyn can stand up in the fort and loves that she can be faster running than her brother can crawl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384490106085556946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SrmNOSXVwtI/AAAAAAAABtg/1HXaK9Mifoc/s320/IMG_5797d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SrmNNlWN6hI/AAAAAAAABtQ/aHAyXwnnxXQ/s1600-h/IMG_5799e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384490094001252882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SrmNNlWN6hI/AAAAAAAABtQ/aHAyXwnnxXQ/s320/IMG_5799e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; to wrestle with their Daddy!  I try to wrestle with them and it's just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SrmNNME8CYI/AAAAAAAABtI/8H4Z_8lYehA/s1600-h/IMG_5770a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384490087217891714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SrmNNME8CYI/AAAAAAAABtI/8H4Z_8lYehA/s320/IMG_5770a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn cuddling her Dad.  The kids just love their Daddy and love to spend time with him.  Even though the quantity of time is not there, their definitely making up for it in quality!!  &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/252291280117372445-8585316790038741830?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8585316790038741830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8585316790038741830&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8585316790038741830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8585316790038741830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-too-scrap-happy.html' title='A little too Scrap Happy'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SrmNOPakxkI/AAAAAAAABtY/0IOpPe_6I7g/s72-c/IMG_5795b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8170170593579541136</id><published>2009-09-08T20:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:12:18.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees!!</title><content type='html'>After spending the summer with hardly &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; shade at all in our back yard, we finally broke down and bought some trees. 13 trees to be exact. And let me tell you, trees are NOT cheap!! Our house faces North which is not the greatest direction to be, but hopefully with some time we'll have a nice shaded back yard for the kids to play in (they guy at the nursery said we'll be really happy in 7 years with the growth of our trees. &lt;em&gt;Hello! We might not be in our house another 7 years!!)&lt;/em&gt; . We took the kids to get the trees with us and let them have a little too much fun. I'm mad I didn't have my camera with me. The kids were &lt;strong&gt;drenched&lt;/strong&gt; in muddy water from splashing in puddles and playing in the mud. Trev &amp;amp; I were ready to pull our hair out by the end!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SqcZjxZWGKI/AAAAAAAABtA/WiRLE9uf0cs/s1600-h/IMG_5807f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379296382263105698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SqcZjxZWGKI/AAAAAAAABtA/WiRLE9uf0cs/s400/IMG_5807f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the lonely tree we planted in the front yard.  The rest are in the back all along our fence line.  Thankfully we have good neighbors who were willing to help us plant most of them!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SqcZjbwKQ1I/AAAAAAAABs4/G9NB1vs7WLU/s1600-h/IMG_5803g.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379296376453219154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SqcZjbwKQ1I/AAAAAAAABs4/G9NB1vs7WLU/s400/IMG_5803g.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were a little &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; helpful in helping to plant the trees. They loved to play in the dirt, and use shovels and rakes. We did find, however, that they can be easily distracted and entertained by worms. They loved when we dug up any worms, and were thrilled to watch them squiggle around. Kind of gross....but worth it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-8170170593579541136?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8170170593579541136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8170170593579541136&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8170170593579541136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8170170593579541136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/trees.html' title='Trees!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SqcZjxZWGKI/AAAAAAAABtA/WiRLE9uf0cs/s72-c/IMG_5807f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8140679518452126163</id><published>2009-08-30T22:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:11:18.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Same-ies!</title><content type='html'>Jace was &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; excited to wear the same jammies as Noah tonight. This is just the beginning of all of the twinner outfits they have. Tara and I hit a lot of the same sales together and got Jace &amp;amp; Noah matching outfits (not necessarily on purpose, we just like the same things and got really good deals on them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375986205836572530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SptW-JRJ93I/AAAAAAAABsw/8tbdCZ_L390/s400/twins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace just loves his little "cutie pie" cousin and loves spending time&lt;br /&gt;with him. Lucky for Jace (and Brooklyn) Tara &amp;amp; Wes come over to play every Monday and Tuesday evenings while I'm on-call and Trevor's at work! We're so lucky to have Tara, Wes, &amp;amp; Noah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-8140679518452126163?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8140679518452126163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8140679518452126163&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8140679518452126163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8140679518452126163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/same-ies.html' title='Same-ies!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SptW-JRJ93I/AAAAAAAABsw/8tbdCZ_L390/s72-c/twins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-225435708630297267</id><published>2009-08-25T14:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:20:45.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in Venue</title><content type='html'>Trevor started Nursing School yesterday (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YahOoO&lt;/span&gt;!) and thus his prison sentence has begun. He's also working part time, and I'm still on-call 4 nights a week, which means we will be lucky to see each other at all during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago Tara so &lt;strong&gt;graciously&lt;/strong&gt; offered to watch the kiddos so that Trevor and I could spend some time alone together before our lives get crazy. It started out as long weekend to Vegas. Then, I was able to get more time off of work, and we thought about doing something a little fancier (Mexico, Hawaii, etc.). Airfare was &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;expensive so we went back to "Plan A" and decided to go for a little longer to trip to Vegas. Well, a few days before we were going to leave, Trevor out-of-the-blue said "What if we go up to Canada?". Just like that we changed plans and decided to drive up North.  (We did contemplate taking the kids with us, but didn't know how they (or we) would do with two 16 hour car drives in one week. Everyone was very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;. I'm pretty sure they'd rather see the kids than us!) So off to Canada we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SpRNXZkgUDI/AAAAAAAABsg/np3RjkhBfJE/s1600-h/IMG_5747_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374005319756173362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SpRNXZkgUDI/AAAAAAAABsg/np3RjkhBfJE/s320/IMG_5747_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take very many pictures, and this one isn't the greatest with all of the shadows, but it will have to do! This is what we did almost every night for dinner. It was &lt;strong&gt;MUCH&lt;/strong&gt; cooler up there which allowed us to eat outside without melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SpRNF-nkFEI/AAAAAAAABsY/eyqtT5ptYg4/s1600-h/IMG_5751_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374005020463469634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SpRNF-nkFEI/AAAAAAAABsY/eyqtT5ptYg4/s320/IMG_5751_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there we &lt;strong&gt;had &lt;/strong&gt;to have Trevor's mom's fried chicken. She grew up in the South and makes &lt;strong&gt;fabulous&lt;/strong&gt; fried chicken (among other things). She was very patient in teaching me how to prepare the chicken, bread it, and fry it! (I even had to take the back-bone out of the chicken. Yuck!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SpRNFdWiM9I/AAAAAAAABsQ/xhuk_FLIAQk/s1600-h/IMG_5752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374005011533673426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SpRNFdWiM9I/AAAAAAAABsQ/xhuk_FLIAQk/s320/IMG_5752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our finished product! YUM! I'm drooling just looking at it! (Especially since I'm in the process of losing all of the weight I gained up there as well as the weight I gained while Trevor's sister was in town. Those Canadians sure know how to eat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SpRNE8_6ewI/AAAAAAAABsI/cL2mCpfrjwI/s1600-h/IMG_5754_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374005002848860930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SpRNE8_6ewI/AAAAAAAABsI/cL2mCpfrjwI/s320/IMG_5754_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor and his Mom. It was so nice to spend time with his parents. In a way it was kind of refreshing not to have the kids with us because we were able to devote more time with his family. I missed them desperately though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SpRNEDBKiQI/AAAAAAAABsA/oeV_5HuOLRU/s1600-h/IMG_5756_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374004987284850946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SpRNEDBKiQI/AAAAAAAABsA/oeV_5HuOLRU/s320/IMG_5756_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor celebrated his 29&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday with Black Forrest Cake (his favorite)! We had a lot of family and friends over to celebrate and had way too much good food! Trevor has such a great support system up there. Makes me sad we live so far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SpRNDiU4ICI/AAAAAAAABr4/dUtyq-WyDnQ/s1600-h/IMG_5760_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374004978509160482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SpRNDiU4ICI/AAAAAAAABr4/dUtyq-WyDnQ/s320/IMG_5760_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor and Tom. Tom is Trevor's best friend from his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;marrital&lt;/span&gt; days. They brought the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;foosball&lt;/span&gt; table outside and played like the good ole' times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such a blast! Time went by too fast, although I missed my babies &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;much!!! Tara &amp;amp; Wes were such troopers watching them for so long! Tara recorded &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; while we were gone so we could see him. It's the sweetest little video and makes me realize how much he's growing up! I must have watched it 10 times when we were up there and teared up almost every time. If you didn't see her blog entry click &lt;a href="http://tnwa.blogspot.com/2009/08/brown-bear-brown-bear-what-do-you-see.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. We are so lucky to have such great family! Thank you SO much to Tara &amp;amp; Wes for loving and watching our kids. Thank you too to Trev's family for letting us come and bombard you with such a short notice!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now....back to the reality of life....&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/252291280117372445-225435708630297267?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/225435708630297267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=225435708630297267&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/225435708630297267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/225435708630297267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/change-in-venue.html' title='Change in Venue'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SpRNXZkgUDI/AAAAAAAABsg/np3RjkhBfJE/s72-c/IMG_5747_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8748106025396193792</id><published>2009-08-11T14:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:42:34.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jace's First X-Ray</title><content type='html'>At church on Sunday I was sitting in class and recognized a sobbing little boy in the hall.  I got up right away and Jace was in &lt;strong&gt;hysterics.  &lt;/strong&gt;His nursery leader was holding him and he was holding his hand up.  I immediately saw his poor little finger.  I guess he was trying to move his little folding chair over to the table for snack time and got his finger pinched in the hinges.  The top layer of his skin was broken and it was already swelling and bruising pretty quickly.  It broke my heart to see him in so much pain!  We put ice on it, went home &amp;amp; got him some motrin and headed out to find an Urgent Care.  Of course, the few that are by our house were closed.  So we started calling around.  I really didn't want to go through the ER because it takes &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; and really, it didn't seem to be emergent.  The only place open by our house that accepted our insurance didn't have an x-ray tech on site.  *sigh*.  By this time, Jace was back to laughing and joking.  We decided to just take the kids home, let them nap, and see how he did.  When he woke up you would have never thought there was anything wrong with him.  He used his finger just fine and was bending it and everything.  It was still swollen and the bruising was really starting to show.  I finally got a hold of his pediatrician and he said he wanted an x-ray just to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SoHTConnpNI/AAAAAAAABrs/k4C15JYhT5I/s1600-h/IMG_5729_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368804273019135186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SoHTConnpNI/AAAAAAAABrs/k4C15JYhT5I/s320/IMG_5729_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only way Jace would show me his finger is if I asked him how old he was.  (He's really holding up &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; fingers, although it kind of looks like two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SoHS3OhOV9I/AAAAAAAABrk/pa6bUXgG8CA/s1600-h/IMG_5734+_b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368804077034428370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SoHS3OhOV9I/AAAAAAAABrk/pa6bUXgG8CA/s320/IMG_5734+_b.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another shot.  You can't really tell how bad it is, but it looked like a "way big owie", which is what Jace called it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SoHS22xlJGI/AAAAAAAABrc/yXFxIMmdUB0/s1600-h/IMG_5736_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368804070660580450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SoHS22xlJGI/AAAAAAAABrc/yXFxIMmdUB0/s320/IMG_5736_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Jace at the hospital after getting registered.  Give him a couple suckers and he's as happy as can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SoHS2tjHAeI/AAAAAAAABrU/LF3pXms5KdU/s1600-h/IMG_5737_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368804068183966178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SoHS2tjHAeI/AAAAAAAABrU/LF3pXms5KdU/s320/IMG_5737_d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is getting ready for the x-ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SoHS2a5k2XI/AAAAAAAABrM/SEEchDQxRSA/s1600-h/IMG_5738_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368804063177922930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SoHS2a5k2XI/AAAAAAAABrM/SEEchDQxRSA/s320/IMG_5738_e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a cheesy grin of him afterwards.  He got a cute little elephant and they gave us a copy of his x-rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SoHS1wiQBZI/AAAAAAAABrE/w2TwvHGwpkQ/s1600-h/jacexray_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368804051805799826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SoHS1wiQBZI/AAAAAAAABrE/w2TwvHGwpkQ/s320/jacexray_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an x-ray of his whole hand, the middle finger is the one in question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verdict:  No broken bones!  I really didn't think it was, but better to be safe than sorry.&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/252291280117372445-8748106025396193792?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8748106025396193792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8748106025396193792&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8748106025396193792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8748106025396193792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/jaces-first-x-ray.html' title='Jace&apos;s First X-Ray'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SoHTConnpNI/AAAAAAAABrs/k4C15JYhT5I/s72-c/IMG_5729_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-5174987300878141941</id><published>2009-08-04T18:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:55:34.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jace is THREE!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; Man's &lt;strong&gt;THIRD&lt;/strong&gt; birthday! I can't believe it!!! In some ways it feels like he's always been in our lives, but in others, it seems like he was this tiny only yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjWHXCws-I/AAAAAAAABq0/wojWes1r93M/s1600-h/birth0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366274377944970210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjWHXCws-I/AAAAAAAABq0/wojWes1r93M/s320/birth0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; at the hospital....so sweet...so innocent...it was definitely love at first sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjWHDkEY9I/AAAAAAAABqs/SUk6Nph5N1M/s1600-h/birth01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366274372715963346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjWHDkEY9I/AAAAAAAABqs/SUk6Nph5N1M/s320/birth01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love his big mouth! When he cried it took up his whole face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjWGstB3QI/AAAAAAAABqk/TgNTjAfPooY/s1600-h/birth02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366274366579531010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjWGstB3QI/AAAAAAAABqk/TgNTjAfPooY/s320/birth02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; on his first birthday. LOVE those big &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eyes. During my pregnancy Trevor always commented on how he wanted him to have blue eyes. I told him the chances were pretty unlikely considering his are dark brown and mine are hazel. I am happy to have been wrong....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjVWiJVtQI/AAAAAAAABqc/N37k_O2HERU/s1600-h/birth03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366273539111761154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjVWiJVtQI/AAAAAAAABqc/N37k_O2HERU/s320/birth03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; on his second birthday, becoming such a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUX73xYoI/AAAAAAAABo8/cyzyWB7QqY0/s1600-h/birth12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366272463685640834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUX73xYoI/AAAAAAAABo8/cyzyWB7QqY0/s320/birth12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my baby today. Not really a baby anymore. It's sad but so fun at the same time. I love getting to know him more every day. He has such a fun personality and always wants to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjWHkI_dFI/AAAAAAAABq8/m15YWmM_9-Q/s1600-h/birth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366274381460763730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjWHkI_dFI/AAAAAAAABq8/m15YWmM_9-Q/s320/birth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace's&lt;/span&gt; birthday on Saturday while Jen, Kevin and their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girlys&lt;/span&gt; were in town. Here are the kiddos fishing at the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjVWbSPwYI/AAAAAAAABqU/WvztVN-PiTI/s1600-h/birth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366273537270071682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjVWbSPwYI/AAAAAAAABqU/WvztVN-PiTI/s320/birth1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we had to indulge in Cotton Candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjVWAsHbbI/AAAAAAAABqM/NsLURxBVK0A/s1600-h/birth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366273530130820530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjVWAsHbbI/AAAAAAAABqM/NsLURxBVK0A/s320/birth2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the birthday boy at his Mickey Mouse party. All of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; came over and we ate incredibly good food (spring rolls, dips, spreads, stuffed mushrooms, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;antojitos&lt;/span&gt;, veggies &amp;amp; dip, etc.) and visited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjVVrptn9I/AAAAAAAABqE/fjO4O77hsF0/s1600-h/birth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366273524483596242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjVVrptn9I/AAAAAAAABqE/fjO4O77hsF0/s320/birth3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's "Sissy Mouse" (that's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace's&lt;/span&gt; nickname for her....so cute.) in her tutu and Mickey Ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjVVCsVBFI/AAAAAAAABp8/raGAI90EdpE/s1600-h/birth4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366273513488712786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjVVCsVBFI/AAAAAAAABp8/raGAI90EdpE/s320/birth4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; was really good at letting Brooklyn help him open his presents. He was so excited with each gift that we had to remind him that there were more to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUvTAHFoI/AAAAAAAABp0/PrSNM_hZsxs/s1600-h/birth5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366272865031624322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUvTAHFoI/AAAAAAAABp0/PrSNM_hZsxs/s320/birth5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; drew &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; a beautiful birthday picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUus2InRI/AAAAAAAABps/E0tzisd4xCM/s1600-h/birth6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366272854789233938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUus2InRI/AAAAAAAABps/E0tzisd4xCM/s320/birth6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; driving his new Jeep. He caught on pretty quick and can go forward and backwards. We're still working on his steering.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUuN0wFoI/AAAAAAAABpk/nGTk_rrQ9tg/s1600-h/birth7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366272846461933186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUuN0wFoI/AAAAAAAABpk/nGTk_rrQ9tg/s320/birth7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn wanted to take a turn too. She just puts the pedal to the metal and goes until she crashes into something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUtMa1oqI/AAAAAAAABpc/1AdonqVtLmE/s1600-h/birth8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366272828904940194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUtMa1oqI/AAAAAAAABpc/1AdonqVtLmE/s320/birth8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; blowing out the candles on his Mickey cake. He had a lot of practice this past week with Wes' &amp;amp; Vickie's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUspJnucI/AAAAAAAABpU/6oteKU8dSjw/s1600-h/birth9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366272819437484482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUspJnucI/AAAAAAAABpU/6oteKU8dSjw/s320/birth9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen &amp;amp; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vixter&lt;/span&gt; are trying to get kisses from Brooklyn. She's such a tease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUYhbeF8I/AAAAAAAABpM/eLpvhumDxCI/s1600-h/birth10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366272473767483330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUYhbeF8I/AAAAAAAABpM/eLpvhumDxCI/s320/birth10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the kids enjoyed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace's&lt;/span&gt; gifts. It was fun to see how well Shel's kids got along with Jen's kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUYRUBTGI/AAAAAAAABpE/FJk_Aa52Rrs/s1600-h/birth11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366272469441268834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUYRUBTGI/AAAAAAAABpE/FJk_Aa52Rrs/s320/birth11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "bigger" kids got into it too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUWUPum6I/AAAAAAAABos/_Av7_qvO99w/s1600-h/birth14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366272435868834722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUWUPum6I/AAAAAAAABos/_Av7_qvO99w/s320/birth14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even though we celebrated &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace's&lt;/span&gt; birthday on Saturday, I still wanted to do something fun for him today. I called Tara up and we took the kids to the Kangaroo Zoo. It has all sorts of bouncy slides and toys for the kids to play on. At first the kiddos just wanted to jump at the bottom of the slides, but they got pretty daring and had fun going up and down the slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUXAo-xYI/AAAAAAAABo0/rJcXuSOWZZs/s1600-h/birth13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366272447785911682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjUXAo-xYI/AAAAAAAABo0/rJcXuSOWZZs/s320/birth13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooklyn riding the dinosaur/Loch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ness&lt;/span&gt; Monster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a lot more fun this year because the kids are more into birthdays and actually understand the concept of it. We've been discussing birthdays for the past month or so and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; was really looking forward to his special day. We just love our little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; Man!! It's nice to have an excuse to celebrate him (not that we don't celebrate him &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; day) and remember him as a little baby.&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&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/252291280117372445-5174987300878141941?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5174987300878141941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=5174987300878141941&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5174987300878141941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5174987300878141941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/jace-is-three.html' title='Jace is THREE!!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnjWHXCws-I/AAAAAAAABq0/wojWes1r93M/s72-c/birth0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8059707947430313680</id><published>2009-08-02T22:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:23:11.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Makes Time FLY!</title><content type='html'>We have had &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much fun this past week! Why is it that the more you enjoy life, the faster it goes by? This week has come and gone so fast, if we hadn't taken pictures, I'm not sure if I would have believed it all happened! Here are a few highlights of what we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Splash Pad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZvJ1x_Q2I/AAAAAAAABog/ScZQ6GHh5QM/s1600-h/summer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365598220904776546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZvJ1x_Q2I/AAAAAAAABog/ScZQ6GHh5QM/s320/summer1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; was loving the water gun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZvJWz_FeI/AAAAAAAABoY/9HVB2WbfMPE/s1600-h/summer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365598212591654370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZvJWz_FeI/AAAAAAAABoY/9HVB2WbfMPE/s320/summer2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooklyn's a little dare-devil and doesn't mind getting wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZu6Z4NC7I/AAAAAAAABoQ/bB3-OfpNdRs/s1600-h/summer3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365597955716615090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZu6Z4NC7I/AAAAAAAABoQ/bB3-OfpNdRs/s320/summer3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was in heaven because her cousin's were at her beck-and-call, getting her drinks whenever she wanted and carrying her around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZu58GZ6WI/AAAAAAAABoI/sRME8byNBSY/s1600-h/summer4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365597947723114850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZu58GZ6WI/AAAAAAAABoI/sRME8byNBSY/s320/summer4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covering the water with her tootsies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZu5oAuf8I/AAAAAAAABoA/mrcMk3l0vO4/s1600-h/summer5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365597942330589122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZu5oAuf8I/AAAAAAAABoA/mrcMk3l0vO4/s320/summer5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy's about to get splashed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZu5dFD8oI/AAAAAAAABn4/L9-T3FZkbeU/s1600-h/summer5.1"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365597939395981954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZu5dFD8oI/AAAAAAAABn4/L9-T3FZkbeU/s320/summer5.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace's&lt;/span&gt; "Cheese" face!  He's in heaven at this park....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZu5F_CskI/AAAAAAAABnw/6yy9Swk-sVk/s1600-h/summer5.2"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365597933196718658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZu5F_CskI/AAAAAAAABnw/6yy9Swk-sVk/s320/summer5.2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giving kisses to Sarah-Boo.&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;strong&gt;Vicky's Birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZuILDgFUI/AAAAAAAABno/lox8-MKUhrs/s1600-h/summer6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365597092744009026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZuILDgFUI/AAAAAAAABno/lox8-MKUhrs/s320/summer6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt; per the birthday girl's request. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZuILk1hZI/AAAAAAAABng/-R78xmS85Mg/s1600-h/summer7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365597092883826066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZuILk1hZI/AAAAAAAABng/-R78xmS85Mg/s320/summer7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Hill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Airforce&lt;/span&gt; Base Aerospace Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZuH2lcj6I/AAAAAAAABnY/jVahCEhtkXk/s1600-h/summer8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365597087249239970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZuH2lcj6I/AAAAAAAABnY/jVahCEhtkXk/s320/summer8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids "helped" Jen make a Black Forrest Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365597069947897666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZuG2IfB0I/AAAAAAAABnI/oFgo8OlBiq8/s320/summer10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Miss Vicky girl turned 10!!!   Jen made us the best ribs I've &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; tasted!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now the week is over, our house is empty, and I'm probably 10 lbs heavier!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; is going to bring a food diet, a money spending diet, early morning exercising, and work.  I guess all good things must come to an end...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-8059707947430313680?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8059707947430313680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8059707947430313680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8059707947430313680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8059707947430313680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-makes-time-fly.html' title='Fun Makes Time FLY!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnZvJ1x_Q2I/AAAAAAAABog/ScZQ6GHh5QM/s72-c/summer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-4520682639570361278</id><published>2009-07-30T21:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:40:34.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Ba-ack!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, the Canadians are &lt;strong&gt;BACK&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! At least some of them. Trev's sister Jen &amp;amp; Bro-in-law Kevin came down for a little over a week and we have been having a &lt;strong&gt;blast &lt;/strong&gt;(which is why I haven't been the best blogger lately). I'm a little behind so I'll start with last Friday, a.k.a. Pioneer Day. I love July! Any excuse to get together for BBQs and fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJiYFZPl0I/AAAAAAAABm4/ZilEvxQAIbM/s1600-h/IMG_5550b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364458272056121154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJiYFZPl0I/AAAAAAAABm4/ZilEvxQAIbM/s320/IMG_5550b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kiddos and Vickie swinging at Grampa &amp;amp; Gramma Barnes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJiXpxI5CI/AAAAAAAABmw/SViZ8_LJuVU/s1600-h/IMG_5554c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364458264640152610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJiXpxI5CI/AAAAAAAABmw/SViZ8_LJuVU/s320/IMG_5554c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace loved Sarah.  The kids got some firework ball things that when you bang them together, they make a snap.  Jace was in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJiXJC31KI/AAAAAAAABmo/eKI1JnDkvP4/s1600-h/IMG_5559d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364458255856161954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJiXJC31KI/AAAAAAAABmo/eKI1JnDkvP4/s320/IMG_5559d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn giving Noah some kisses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJiWjM7mzI/AAAAAAAABmg/r5Cc_ce5tF4/s1600-h/IMG_5595a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364458245697805106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJiWjM7mzI/AAAAAAAABmg/r5Cc_ce5tF4/s320/IMG_5595a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn was a little unsure of her cousins and decided to be really clingy.  I kind of enjoyed it and have got some really good cuddles out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJhlh2uiPI/AAAAAAAABmY/qILt-IHZgLI/s1600-h/IMG_5560e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364457403522648306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJhlh2uiPI/AAAAAAAABmY/qILt-IHZgLI/s320/IMG_5560e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jace was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; excited for the "Christmas Lights" which is what he had been calling them all week. He wanted to look at the package of fireworks everyday...and was so excited. When it came down to it, he was scared of the loud noises and wanted to stay in the garage. He settled for sitting on Sarah's lap...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJhlGhux9I/AAAAAAAABmQ/oqH7RlZazOQ/s1600-h/IMG_5565f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364457396186826706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJhlGhux9I/AAAAAAAABmQ/oqH7RlZazOQ/s320/IMG_5565f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn was front and center. She's so much braver than Jace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJhk4wYZ_I/AAAAAAAABmI/X1_MS7DWRwI/s1600-h/IMG_5573g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364457392490178546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJhk4wYZ_I/AAAAAAAABmI/X1_MS7DWRwI/s320/IMG_5573g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace eventually wanted to sit on the front porch and covered his ears the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJhkd1BAwI/AAAAAAAABmA/7mef5lVCYh4/s1600-h/IMG_5591h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364457385261859586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJhkd1BAwI/AAAAAAAABmA/7mef5lVCYh4/s320/IMG_5591h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace was all over the "Sprinkles" too. Every night when we go to bed we have to say that we're thankful for the sprinkles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJhkH9K5tI/AAAAAAAABl4/xzG-eOZZlu4/s1600-h/IMG_5584i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364457379390482130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJhkH9K5tI/AAAAAAAABl4/xzG-eOZZlu4/s320/IMG_5584i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the biggest kid of all. He made a special trip to Wyoming...and was in heaven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I've convinced Jen to get on the blogging bandwagon.  Now we have to convince the rest of the Canadians to join.  See them at &lt;a href="http://jkklan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jkklan.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-4520682639570361278?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4520682639570361278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=4520682639570361278&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/4520682639570361278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/4520682639570361278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/theyre-ba-ack.html' title='They&apos;re Ba-ack!!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SnJiYFZPl0I/AAAAAAAABm4/ZilEvxQAIbM/s72-c/IMG_5550b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-5621162563937417411</id><published>2009-07-19T22:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:05:40.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Friday I called Tara up &amp;amp; told her to drop of Noah (aka "Baby Tara" as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; calls him) so her &amp;amp; Wes could see the new Harry Potter movie.  Although she was nervous leaving him with me (&lt;em&gt;Hello!&lt;/em&gt;  I do have two kids of my own!  Maybe it's because she knows that we all love him a little &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much!) she obliged and we got to spend several hours with her sweet boy.  I was kind of bummed because I was making jam (7 batches of apricot freezer jam with apricots hand-picked [by me] from my parents yard.  Anyone interested?) so Trev got to hog him all to himself until the kiddos woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SmP4caqfzDI/AAAAAAAABls/WtuYFTd7Wr4/s1600-h/IMG_5519_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360401148578614322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SmP4caqfzDI/AAAAAAAABls/WtuYFTd7Wr4/s320/IMG_5519_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's uncle Trevor and Noah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;' out watching some manly movie.  (I'm sorry Wes &amp;amp; Tara, I hope Trevor's &lt;em&gt;awful&lt;/em&gt; taste in movies doesn't rub off on your son!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360401139172116386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SmP4b3n0B6I/AAAAAAAABlk/pnLUTGsLzDM/s320/IMG_5515_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; woke up he was pleased to see his favorite little guy.  He just keeps saying over and over again "He's &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; cute!"  He loves his tiny toes and tiny fingers and &lt;strong&gt;hates&lt;/strong&gt; it when he cries.  Noah is pretty patient with letting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; hold his hands and feet, and touch his nose and head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SmP4bvwSfII/AAAAAAAABlc/4siugNDYFcI/s1600-h/IMG_5516_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360401137060183170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SmP4bvwSfII/AAAAAAAABlc/4siugNDYFcI/s320/IMG_5516_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a rare shot of Noah alone, although you can see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; sitting &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; next to him.  Pay attention to his shorts.  We thought it would be funny to see if they would fit Brooklyn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SmP31yBRfkI/AAAAAAAABlU/pMRVSZqbOR8/s1600-h/IMG_5501_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360400484833263170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SmP31yBRfkI/AAAAAAAABlU/pMRVSZqbOR8/s320/IMG_5501_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much of a shocker....they fit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SmP31mMon3I/AAAAAAAABlM/aWZyrsgVbTw/s1600-h/IMG_5499_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360400481659690866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SmP31mMon3I/AAAAAAAABlM/aWZyrsgVbTw/s320/IMG_5499_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quite comfortably too!  True, they are quite baggy on Mr. Noah, and reach down to his mid-calf, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SmP31HnAWEI/AAAAAAAABlE/jzq2DSgsFMY/s1600-h/IMG_5498_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360400473448798274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SmP31HnAWEI/AAAAAAAABlE/jzq2DSgsFMY/s320/IMG_5498_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the little pot belly!!!  (&lt;em&gt;Yes,&lt;/em&gt; I know she kind of looks Ethiopian and &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;, I do feed her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Tara &amp;amp; Wes for letting us get some "Noah Time".  We're looking forward to your next date!  Although I might have to fight other family members on baby sitting rights!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-5621162563937417411?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5621162563937417411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=5621162563937417411&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5621162563937417411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5621162563937417411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-friday-i-called-tara-up-told-her-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SmP4caqfzDI/AAAAAAAABls/WtuYFTd7Wr4/s72-c/IMG_5519_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-3615971345879458648</id><published>2009-07-13T13:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:47:42.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures are Priceless</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had an impromptu BBQ with some of my mom's side of the family. We don't get to see them nearly enough (pretty much weddings &amp;amp; funerals, unfortunately) and decided last minute that we would get together for a BBQ. I'm horrible and didn't have my camera out, but luckily, my cousin and uncle took some &lt;strong&gt;awesome &lt;/strong&gt;pics of the kiddos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brooklyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(My little piece of heaven on earth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluUAIPP2JI/AAAAAAAABkE/APtbuPydZFk/s1600-h/DSC_8542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038911619684498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluUAIPP2JI/AAAAAAAABkE/APtbuPydZFk/s400/DSC_8542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluT_52_66I/AAAAAAAABj8/MCuFk-lNgk0/s1600-h/DSC_8653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038907759881122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluT_52_66I/AAAAAAAABj8/MCuFk-lNgk0/s400/DSC_8653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluT_o-_iyI/AAAAAAAABj0/8KoEHeInaNk/s1600-h/DSC_8543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038903230008098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluT_o-_iyI/AAAAAAAABj0/8KoEHeInaNk/s400/DSC_8543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluU79LmS-I/AAAAAAAABkc/v3Praz938wk/s1600-h/DSC_8651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358039939443739618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluU79LmS-I/AAAAAAAABkc/v3Praz938wk/s400/DSC_8651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; Jace:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Jace was being a poop about taking pictures, which is why there are only a couple of him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluU8S_WoNI/AAAAAAAABks/Ex2tzRv8Y50/s1600-h/DSC_8566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358039945297961170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluU8S_WoNI/AAAAAAAABks/Ex2tzRv8Y50/s400/DSC_8566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluU8MLIgSI/AAAAAAAABkk/WfVhlf-Ekkw/s1600-h/DSC_8565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358039943468319010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluU8MLIgSI/AAAAAAAABkk/WfVhlf-Ekkw/s400/DSC_8565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Brooklyn &amp;amp; Wes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(One of her most favorite people in the world)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluUA1AnvrI/AAAAAAAABkU/fDoec1YU5m4/s1600-h/DSC_8659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038923637931698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluUA1AnvrI/AAAAAAAABkU/fDoec1YU5m4/s400/DSC_8659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluUAeDcrjI/AAAAAAAABkM/DzfIxf03InA/s1600-h/DSC_8660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038917475774002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluUAeDcrjI/AAAAAAAABkM/DzfIxf03InA/s400/DSC_8660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Like my cousin Stacey said, What's a BBQ without it's chief?! Thanks hun for the yummy food!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluWiDqhbqI/AAAAAAAABk0/AAsUCPTVw7Y/s1600-h/DSC_8569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358041693530713762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluWiDqhbqI/AAAAAAAABk0/AAsUCPTVw7Y/s400/DSC_8569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This has definitely increased my desire for a nicer camera. I like that my point-and-shoot camera is small, and mobile. But I need something nicer to take pictures of my beautiful babies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sluaq9tIuoI/AAAAAAAABk8/fglB8iH7UbA/s1600-h/nikon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358046244596398722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sluaq9tIuoI/AAAAAAAABk8/fglB8iH7UbA/s320/nikon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the camera that I have my eye on.  The Nikon D5000.  I definitely don't have a lot of skill in this area.  I would love to take a class on photography just so I can take better pictures of my fam.  I need some input from all you camera savy people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-3615971345879458648?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3615971345879458648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=3615971345879458648&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3615971345879458648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3615971345879458648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures-are-priceless.html' title='Pictures are Priceless'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SluUAIPP2JI/AAAAAAAABkE/APtbuPydZFk/s72-c/DSC_8542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-6110861292753135837</id><published>2009-07-08T15:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:16:55.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless the USA!</title><content type='html'>I absolutely LOVE the Fourth of July! Parades, fairs, cotton candy, BBQs, fireworks, patriotic music, it doesn't get better than that! I know that I sound like a broken record, but everything is so much funner with kids too! I love watching them get excited and experiencing things for the first time, it's very refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SlT5_VsWu2I/AAAAAAAABjU/8-Oj-Y4dgew/s1600-h/IMG_5471_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356180723400620898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SlT5_VsWu2I/AAAAAAAABjU/8-Oj-Y4dgew/s320/IMG_5471_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started the day in Tooele at the parade. Here are the kiddos with Trev and Marc waiting for the parade to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SlT5-9BMmsI/AAAAAAAABjM/4NKJArObYoU/s1600-h/IMG_5481_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356180716777151170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SlT5-9BMmsI/AAAAAAAABjM/4NKJArObYoU/s320/IMG_5481_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jace's favorite thing &lt;strong&gt;by far&lt;/strong&gt; at the parade was the flag he got. He waved it at everyone who passed by. (Now the flag has been turned into a wand, and Jace and Brooklyn point it at each other and say "Abra cadabra!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SlT5-rgiffI/AAAAAAAABjE/OecEntWRG8M/s1600-h/IMG_5489_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356180712076770802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SlT5-rgiffI/AAAAAAAABjE/OecEntWRG8M/s320/IMG_5489_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rylan was &lt;strong&gt;such&lt;/strong&gt; a sweetheart at the parade. There were a lot of kids (and adults) that were getting to the candy faster than Jace could. Rylan would pick up candy and drop it in front of him and say "Look Jace!" so he could pick it up. I'm very disappointed I didn't get a picture of this lady at the parade who was at least 6-7 months pregnant.  She was literally ripping candy away from the kids. I couldn't believe it! She almost did the splits fighting all the kids for a first-aid kit, it was crazy! I just don't understand some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SlT5-K2VOKI/AAAAAAAABi8/K37vp_Jb2AE/s1600-h/IMG_5491_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356180703309805730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SlT5-K2VOKI/AAAAAAAABi8/K37vp_Jb2AE/s320/IMG_5491_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jace and Daddy after the fair. Jace is holding his and Brooklyn's first pets: two African Dwarf Frogs named "Green" and "Froggie". Unfortunately last night we had a casualty but I don't think the kids have noticed yet. We have followed all of the "instructions", so maybe it was just "Froggie's" time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356192354582256946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SlUEkXOJ3TI/AAAAAAAABjk/WLBO091U3Z4/s320/4th.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening we hit some BBQs and did some small fireworks. (Trevor was very disappointed he couldn't make it to Wyoming this year for the good stuff.) Here is Brooklyn watching all of the other kids with their sparklers. She was SO messy by the end of the day, but still cute none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356192359440770338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SlUEkpUg5SI/AAAAAAAABjs/8HB96SdCpUc/s320/4th-3.JPG" /&gt;Jace &lt;strong&gt;LOVED&lt;/strong&gt; the sparklers! In fact, now every time we say prayers, he makes me say that we're thankful for the "Sprinkles". Such a cutie.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such a wonderful 4th! It's nice to have a holiday to reflect on how lucky we are to live in this beautiful country!!&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/252291280117372445-6110861292753135837?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6110861292753135837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=6110861292753135837&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/6110861292753135837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/6110861292753135837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/god-bless-usa.html' title='God Bless the USA!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SlT5_VsWu2I/AAAAAAAABjU/8-Oj-Y4dgew/s72-c/IMG_5471_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-1522889093488707517</id><published>2009-07-01T11:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:01:50.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh CANADA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkugVrzNJ4I/AAAAAAAABic/YLWlejeOVF0/s1600-h/IMG_5450_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a shout out to all of the Canadians out there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Canada Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkugVf4IJgI/AAAAAAAABiU/NWXuwih97S0/s1600-h/IMG_5443_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353548873254577666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkugVf4IJgI/AAAAAAAABiU/NWXuwih97S0/s320/IMG_5443_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are showing their Canadian Pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkugU34O1hI/AAAAAAAABiM/RP_V9gGfFYc/s1600-h/IMG_5446_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353548862517597714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkugU34O1hI/AAAAAAAABiM/RP_V9gGfFYc/s320/IMG_5446_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkugUixQ4aI/AAAAAAAABiE/2liyM5E6BYU/s1600-h/IMG_5454_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353548856851227042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkugUixQ4aI/AAAAAAAABiE/2liyM5E6BYU/s320/IMG_5454_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too cute for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkugVrzNJ4I/AAAAAAAABic/YLWlejeOVF0/s1600-h/IMG_5450_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353548876455159682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkugVrzNJ4I/AAAAAAAABic/YLWlejeOVF0/s320/IMG_5450_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jace is trying to help Brooklyn shout "Hooray"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkugUFtfaSI/AAAAAAAABh8/rlAgR5EwbvA/s1600-h/IMG_5449_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353548849050773794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkugUFtfaSI/AAAAAAAABh8/rlAgR5EwbvA/s320/IMG_5449_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hooray!!!"&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/252291280117372445-1522889093488707517?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1522889093488707517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=1522889093488707517&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/1522889093488707517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/1522889093488707517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-canada.html' title='Oh CANADA!!!'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkugVf4IJgI/AAAAAAAABiU/NWXuwih97S0/s72-c/IMG_5443_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8135473143254433033</id><published>2009-06-30T15:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:35:13.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Fair</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was "Heritage Days" in Syracuse. Last year we didn't really participate too much in the festivities because we had barely moved here and didn't know what was going on. This year we had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353232878197792562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqA8Kjr3zI/AAAAAAAABh0/ao5g-Iew1yc/s320/IMG_5406_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the kids waiting for the parade. They were thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqA7yZhKpI/AAAAAAAABhs/_JLagiDIEVo/s1600-h/IMG_5409-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353232871712696978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqA7yZhKpI/AAAAAAAABhs/_JLagiDIEVo/s320/IMG_5409-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;ecstatic&lt;/strong&gt; because the first thing in the parade were about 15 fire trucks! He kept looking down the street and laughing and screaming "FIRE TRUCK, Hooray!" as they approached (It's a song from Barney). The funny thing is, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; says it more like "Fire &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Furruck&lt;/span&gt;" and Sissy says it the same way, except she doesn't say the "r".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqA7jgiq0I/AAAAAAAABhk/H7lA3DNt7zE/s1600-h/IMG_5412_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353232867715623746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqA7jgiq0I/AAAAAAAABhk/H7lA3DNt7zE/s320/IMG_5412_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; learned the drill pretty quick. Wave and smile, then people will throw you LOTS of candy! He was very polite and yelled thank-you back each time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqA7dib8eI/AAAAAAAABhc/iY2wdcTtWEA/s1600-h/IMG_5418_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353232866112958946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqA7dib8eI/AAAAAAAABhc/iY2wdcTtWEA/s320/IMG_5418_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Brooklyn enjoyed watching from afar, &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; when the candy started rolling in, then she'd try and sneak treats while we weren't looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqAkFqj_hI/AAAAAAAABhU/z_c2FZtdxI8/s1600-h/IMG_5419.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353232464567598610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqAkFqj_hI/AAAAAAAABhU/z_c2FZtdxI8/s320/IMG_5419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Brooklyn and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; with their loot! They got WAY too much candy, and I have eaten WAY too much of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqAjoilSQI/AAAAAAAABhM/AqjIAz7kUSM/s1600-h/IMG_5420_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353232456749500674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqAjoilSQI/AAAAAAAABhM/AqjIAz7kUSM/s320/IMG_5420_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Here's Trev &amp;amp; the babes in front of an old Fire Truck at the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqAjWqE99I/AAAAAAAABhE/UHRUz9I0OIs/s1600-h/IMG_5430_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353232451949098962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqAjWqE99I/AAAAAAAABhE/UHRUz9I0OIs/s320/IMG_5430_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The kids enjoyed the bouncy house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqAjDojnpI/AAAAAAAABg8/itU7Wu-UmEw/s1600-h/IMG_5440_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353232446842445458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqAjDojnpI/AAAAAAAABg8/itU7Wu-UmEw/s320/IMG_5440_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; train (of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqAi62EEKI/AAAAAAAABg0/o6pdJmfGCz4/s1600-h/IMG_5442_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353232444483178658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqAi62EEKI/AAAAAAAABg0/o6pdJmfGCz4/s320/IMG_5442_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; sliding down a "carpet slide".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't take pictures of my most favorite aspect of the day, which is quite obviously &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;!!! I love going and checking out the booths at the fairs too. I got the &lt;strong&gt;coolest&lt;/strong&gt; towel-bibs for the kids that have sleeves and cover their entire shirts! Also, my and my sisters got some awesome watches (with the interchangeable beaded bands). I LOVE fairs!!! &lt;/span&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/252291280117372445-8135473143254433033?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8135473143254433033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8135473143254433033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8135473143254433033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8135473143254433033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-at-fair.html' title='Fun at the Fair'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkqA8Kjr3zI/AAAAAAAABh0/ao5g-Iew1yc/s72-c/IMG_5406_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8624001451098405568</id><published>2009-06-25T14:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:46:19.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic in a Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Trevor and I had to close on our refinance (Hooray for 4.75% interest!) and luckily it was just down the street from my parents.  They are always so good to watch the kids for me, and the kids LOVE going over there and playing on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;swing set&lt;/span&gt; and with all of the toys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351366017618536722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkPfCk8_6RI/AAAAAAAABgk/mVJMS0Co7ws/s400/IMG00089-1.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;When I went to pick the kids up, they were having a picnic in a box!  Luckily, my dad kept the box to the BBQ we gave him for Father's Day and the kids thought it was the funnest thing ever!  I guess they played with it the whole time I was gone, making it into a house, a secret hiding place, a lunch venue, and finally a hamster wheel.  I'm afraid to say the hamster wheel did the box in, but the kids definitely got their enjoyment out of it!!  Why is it that the boxes are so much fun to kids?  My dad and I decided we're going to invent some sort of plastic box for kids that doesn't get trashed so easily!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351366023801241490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkPfC7_Ef5I/AAAAAAAABgs/GIZsdC2wMpk/s400/IMG00091-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; trying to take Brooklyn's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CapriSun&lt;/span&gt;, and Brooklyn holding on for dear life!  She won't let her brother bully her around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the parents for watching the babes...and having such a fun time with them that they didn't want to come home!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-8624001451098405568?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8624001451098405568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8624001451098405568&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8624001451098405568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8624001451098405568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/picnic-in-box.html' title='Picnic in a Box'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkPfCk8_6RI/AAAAAAAABgk/mVJMS0Co7ws/s72-c/IMG00089-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-3269318033440117390</id><published>2009-06-24T16:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:25:31.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>South Ogden 5K</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Trevor ran in the South Ogden Days 5K.   I was kind of bummed I couldn't run with him but I messed up my knee a couple of weeks ago, plus I was on-call (work) so I didn't know if I'd be out or not.  Luckily, I didn't have anything and was able to see him finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkKkWskBuzI/AAAAAAAABgc/PRGB6I5x8mY/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351020017095916338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkKkWskBuzI/AAAAAAAABgc/PRGB6I5x8mY/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Trevor right after he finished.  He finished faster than I thought, which is why I don't have any pictures of him running.  At the time I thought I should cheer instead of taking a picture.  Now I wish I had the picture!  He did awesome though, finishing in 27 minutes!   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkKkWXU9XGI/AAAAAAAABgU/Sa2mtsKBWcc/s1600-h/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkKkVx3JpZI/AAAAAAAABgM/wc6OXaIhA00/s1600-h/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351020001338434962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkKkVx3JpZI/AAAAAAAABgM/wc6OXaIhA00/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Daddy with his # 1 cheerleader.  We were actually lucky that the finishing line just so happened to be right by a playground!   Way to go, hon.  We're all very proud!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks go out to Tara who hung out with us so we were able to see Trevor finish (since I was on-call) and Shelly for offering.  I love my family!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-3269318033440117390?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3269318033440117390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=3269318033440117390&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3269318033440117390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3269318033440117390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/south-ogden-5k.html' title='South Ogden 5K'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SkKkWskBuzI/AAAAAAAABgc/PRGB6I5x8mY/s72-c/IMG_0406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-5040533710433689221</id><published>2009-06-17T10:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:07:43.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choo Choo Trains</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went to the Union Station for some festivities they had down there. There was a Disney Train for the Christmas Carol (which I believe is coming to theatres this fall) &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;it was &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; (aside from the $20 parking ticket I got....don't get me started). Well the kids love trains, and you certainly can't argue with free, so we decided to invite some friends and check it out. I guess the idea was good, because there were a &lt;strong&gt;TON&lt;/strong&gt; of people, which accounts for the 2-3 hour wait just to tour the train. Considering that we had 4 kids 3 years old and under, we decided that wasn't going to happen. We decided to just let the kids play around the trains, which ended up being fun for the babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348331330855054850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjkXAjy1LgI/AAAAAAAABfs/nEaiiGoTtSo/s320/IMG_5386-2.jpg" /&gt;Although he looks grumpy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; was in HEAVEN! He LOVES trains! (He also loves mud puddles and splashed through everyone we passed, although I didn't get any pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjkXA5E3UcI/AAAAAAAABf0/evTK7q1yd18/s1600-h/IMG_5393-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348332017575642946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjkXoiBxx0I/AAAAAAAABf8/FyOyGnmY2pE/s320/IMG_5387-2.jpg" /&gt;Here's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; saying "cheese". He's always pulling out the "cheese" face when I take pictures. The only problem is that he doesn't usually look at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjkXAZyVoBI/AAAAAAAABfk/e2iX8H_N4lA/s1600-h/IMG_5383-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348331328168632338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjkXAZyVoBI/AAAAAAAABfk/e2iX8H_N4lA/s320/IMG_5383-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Brooklyn. She's such a monkey, and wants to climb on just about everything! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; has rubbed off on her, and she loves trains too (she also follows Jace through the mud puddles too, by the way). I think she's going to be a little tom-boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjkW_2RdgJI/AAAAAAAABfc/ugjkvxBUrhQ/s1600-h/IMG_5388-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348331318635495570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjkW_2RdgJI/AAAAAAAABfc/ugjkvxBUrhQ/s320/IMG_5388-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They definitely weren't cooperating in getting their pictures taken. This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace's&lt;/span&gt; "cheese" face, at this point he was yelling "cheese" because I didn't take the picture fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjkW_ncOcsI/AAAAAAAABfU/sfAnfI9OBYY/s1600-h/IMG_5393-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348331314654114498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjkW_ncOcsI/AAAAAAAABfU/sfAnfI9OBYY/s320/IMG_5393-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we ended the day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; saw kids taking off their shirts and playing in the fountain, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; took his shirt off. Of &lt;em&gt;course&lt;/em&gt; Sissy had to take off her shirt too, which also led to the removal of her pants. Of &lt;em&gt;course&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; had to take his of too. (Do you see why my kids are in their diapers a lot?) Even though we didn't see most of the festivities, it was nice to get out a play! Thanks for coming along, Jen!&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/252291280117372445-5040533710433689221?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5040533710433689221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=5040533710433689221&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5040533710433689221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5040533710433689221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/trains.html' title='Choo Choo Trains'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjkXAjy1LgI/AAAAAAAABfs/nEaiiGoTtSo/s72-c/IMG_5386-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-3131682374150311309</id><published>2009-06-10T14:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:12:44.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAewPHlvnI/AAAAAAAABfA/KAA4e9c9wiM/s1600-h/noah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345806571729698418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAewPHlvnI/AAAAAAAABfA/KAA4e9c9wiM/s400/noah1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's finally here! Tara had her baby on June 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. He is 8 lbs 1 oz and 20 inches of pure sweetness! Since Tara stayed with us for a good chunk of her pregnancy, I feel like I've bonded with this little guy for a long time. Still, it's so amazing to see him in person! Since most of the pictures I took are on Tara's camera, I only have a few to share. (Tara, I need to download them to my computer ASAP!). He actually looks very similar to how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; did as a newborn (no wonder he's so adorable :o) ). I'll have to post some pictures of both of them side by side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAduPkXzxI/AAAAAAAABew/oOC-cPBlq58/s1600-h/noah6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345805437979053842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAduPkXzxI/AAAAAAAABew/oOC-cPBlq58/s320/noah6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked to Brooklyn and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; a lot about Baby Noah while Tara was pregnant. They loved to kiss her tummy, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; talked about how he was going hold Baby Noah, and give him kisses and hugs, but when we got to the hospital, this is what the kids were mostly interested it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345806795068694530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAe9PHwYAI/AAAAAAAABfI/VimgKDV58YI/s400/Noah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did take turns giving him kisses though. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; said he didn't want to hold him though, because he's too big. (Um, hello...they don't get much smaller than that, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAdtxo8_7I/AAAAAAAABeo/RoQgzeaNsgY/s1600-h/noah3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345805429945204658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAdtxo8_7I/AAAAAAAABeo/RoQgzeaNsgY/s320/noah3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one proud aunt with her new little babe. (I may or may not be a little baby hungry, so I have been a very big baby hog with Noah every time I see him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAdtZT7T5I/AAAAAAAABeg/DOJanyXC9oo/s1600-h/noah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345805423414562706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAdtZT7T5I/AAAAAAAABeg/DOJanyXC9oo/s320/noah2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor and Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAdtCAqWFI/AAAAAAAABeY/Ji5IA_-DduI/s1600-h/noah4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345805417159743570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAdtCAqWFI/AAAAAAAABeY/Ji5IA_-DduI/s320/noah4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn giving Wes some loves. (The kids have been missing Tara and Wes a lot lately because they used to get to see them every day. Brooklyn LOVES Wes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAdszV68jI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ETlpPAndAJE/s1600-h/noah5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345805413222380082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAdszV68jI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ETlpPAndAJE/s320/noah5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brooky&lt;/span&gt; and Tara. Tara was such a champ and did so well! I'm so happy for her! She already is such a good Mommy! Good thing she's had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; and nephews to practice on!&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/252291280117372445-3131682374150311309?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3131682374150311309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=3131682374150311309&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3131682374150311309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3131682374150311309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-noah.html' title='Baby Noah'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SjAewPHlvnI/AAAAAAAABfA/KAA4e9c9wiM/s72-c/noah1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-5958686372474929622</id><published>2009-05-28T15:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:12:18.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pets Allowed</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340999572891642386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sh8K0E-4KhI/AAAAAAAABeA/BycabKYzxJE/s400/snake.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look what we found at the park yesterday! It was funny because I was reading the sign that said "No Pets Allowed" and looked over and saw a HUGE snake slithering around by this guy. I went over to check it out. Apparently, "Baby", even though there is nothing &lt;em&gt;baby &lt;/em&gt;about this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;serpent&lt;/span&gt;, does not qualify as a pet! I asked what type of snake it was, and all I really caught is the word "constrictor", but he said she's not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;poisonous&lt;/span&gt; and was very sweet. I tried to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Brooklyn to come and see her, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't really even look in our direction (although as soon as the "snake people" left, he started whining that he wanted to pet the snake). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340999809256434434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sh8LB1goqwI/AAAAAAAABeI/2T_s_PfCAyo/s400/snake2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooklyn eventually came over to check her out, and to pet her tail. That girl is fearless and is &lt;strong&gt;much &lt;/strong&gt;braver than her brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**As a side note, Trevor and Wes were both &lt;strong&gt;shocked&lt;/strong&gt; that I would touch a snake, let alone hold it. I told them that I was the one that asked to hold her. Do I not seem like a snake kind of girl, or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-5958686372474929622?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5958686372474929622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=5958686372474929622&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5958686372474929622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/5958686372474929622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-what-we-found-at-park-yesterday-it.html' title='No Pets Allowed'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Sh8K0E-4KhI/AAAAAAAABeA/BycabKYzxJE/s72-c/snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8751200585189078313</id><published>2009-05-26T15:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:59:35.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of Summer</title><content type='html'>So Memorial Day is pretty much the start of Summer! I can't believe we're already here! Time is flying and we're having a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Memorial Day we had our annual Grandma Kemp (Julie's Mom) Memorial Day Lunch. It was a blast! The weather was perfect, the food was yummy, and the kids had a blast! The only problem was I didn't take enough pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Shxd_AgTPZI/AAAAAAAABdw/_L2NkPPzvbA/s1600-h/may2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340246595203186066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Shxd_AgTPZI/AAAAAAAABdw/_L2NkPPzvbA/s320/may2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Brooklyn playing with a balloon. There were a lot of games for the kids to play. They were in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Shxd-5Lq-aI/AAAAAAAABdo/ws900hSQ4Og/s1600-h/may3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340246593237612962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Shxd-5Lq-aI/AAAAAAAABdo/ws900hSQ4Og/s320/may3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn loved carrying this ball around, it's funny because it's the same size as she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Shxd-WbAyLI/AAAAAAAABdg/9Td2NIKHVUg/s1600-h/may4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340246583906715826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Shxd-WbAyLI/AAAAAAAABdg/9Td2NIKHVUg/s320/may4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gave &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; a whistle for a prize....I don't know who, but they're going to pay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Shxd-AOK1AI/AAAAAAAABdY/q6Kftee5aSY/s1600-h/may5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340246577947268098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Shxd-AOK1AI/AAAAAAAABdY/q6Kftee5aSY/s320/may5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Brooklyn and one of her favorite people. She hasn't got to see much of Wes lately, and was all over him today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShxddIYavQI/AAAAAAAABdQ/foeMRNZmU7k/s1600-h/may6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340246013202054402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShxddIYavQI/AAAAAAAABdQ/foeMRNZmU7k/s320/may6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the luncheon Trev &amp;amp; I took the kids back for naps (I guess I should say kid, because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; sure didn't take a nap!). Shel &amp;amp; Marc and their kiddos and Wes &amp;amp; Tara came over and we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBQ'd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hotdogs&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brauts&lt;/span&gt; (yes, I ate a chicken one! It was good too!!!) We played a fun game of soccer and LOVED the weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShxdchtmilI/AAAAAAAABdI/CzMkPLDhB7A/s1600-h/may7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340246002821925458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShxdchtmilI/AAAAAAAABdI/CzMkPLDhB7A/s320/may7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the little cheerleaders. They were dirty so I stripped them down. They both just got up on the chair and sat side-by-side. They're getting along so well and I'm &lt;strong&gt;loving&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShxdcRKtmXI/AAAAAAAABdA/dcQy46sX4YQ/s1600-h/may8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340245998380620146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShxdcRKtmXI/AAAAAAAABdA/dcQy46sX4YQ/s320/may8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching them play together and when they make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; laugh. They're the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShxdcJmASAI/AAAAAAAABc4/QW92tQoNoWM/s1600-h/may9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340245996347607042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShxdcJmASAI/AAAAAAAABc4/QW92tQoNoWM/s320/may9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little boy is getting SO big! He's saying and doing the funniest things. I swear each new stage they get too is my "favorite".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShxdbrRxVfI/AAAAAAAABcw/SDHk9aZKKKQ/s1600-h/may10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340245988209677810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShxdbrRxVfI/AAAAAAAABcw/SDHk9aZKKKQ/s320/may10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; absolutely loves Brooklyn. She's always sad when she has to take a nap, and asks constantly to check and see if she's awake yet. Brooklyn has started to reciprocate those feelings, and they're turning into good friends. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; is so good to hold her and play with her. We love our cousins!!! (And we especially missed Nate &amp;amp; Angie and their girls today!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're looking forward to what the summer will bring, and hope there are a lot more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBQs&lt;/span&gt; and Soccer Games to come!&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/252291280117372445-8751200585189078313?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8751200585189078313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=8751200585189078313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8751200585189078313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/8751200585189078313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/start-of-summer.html' title='The Start of Summer'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/Shxd_AgTPZI/AAAAAAAABdw/_L2NkPPzvbA/s72-c/may2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-2209873874921516225</id><published>2009-05-17T13:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:05:23.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Years and Counting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336883262450073138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShBrDRoQfjI/AAAAAAAABck/9yqsOPFOFy0/s400/wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Trevor &amp;amp; I celebrated our 6th Anniversary! I can't believe it's been six years since we entered this crazy married life. This last year has been such a great year! Now we enter the "Seventh Year Itch", whatever that means. Don't we look so young and naive?! We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336882420455155170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShBqSQ9BpeI/AAAAAAAABcU/UtkMYLBlexU/s320/anniversary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a wonderful anniversary!! We stayed up at the Johnson Mill in Heber on Friday night and had a couples massage in our room. It was definitely needed and enjoyed. We went to dinner at the Snake Creek Grill and stayed up late eating junk and watching movies. Fun! On Saturday we had a great breakfast at the Johnson Mill, did some shopping in Park City, and went to a movie. Thank you SO much, Tara, for watching and loving my kids. It was so nice to enjoy a little time to ourselves and remember what life was before kids. It was also nice to realize that we do miss our kids when we are away. I love those little rascals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShBqSpJKraI/AAAAAAAABcc/stLqRwayEAA/s1600-h/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336882426948529570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShBqSpJKraI/AAAAAAAABcc/stLqRwayEAA/s320/mother.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I had a &lt;strong&gt;terrific&lt;/strong&gt; Mother's Day! Trevor and the babes spoiled me rotten and got me my own lap-top. Now there will be no excuse for not blogging! Marc reformatted everything and put all the newest, latest, and greatest on it...so I'm loving life! I love being a mother, and it was fun to celebrate all of the mothers who have influenced our lives. Motherhood truly is a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252291280117372445-2209873874921516225?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2209873874921516225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=2209873874921516225&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/2209873874921516225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/2209873874921516225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/six-years-and-counting.html' title='Six Years and Counting....'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/ShBrDRoQfjI/AAAAAAAABck/9yqsOPFOFy0/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-3675335697400365354</id><published>2009-05-10T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:52:28.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much to Do, Too Little Time....</title><content type='html'>We've had a busy couple of weeks! I'll give you a brief run down of what we've been up to so I can start being current on blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, we had a baby shower for Tara at my house. So I decided I should finally put my family pictures up. It kind of ended up snowballing and I spent way too much money and going a little crazy on decorations. We were all exhausted by the time the shower came, but the house looked a lot more cozy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397087496463602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeV42Ma5PI/AAAAAAAABaE/vAwkrsBnrtw/s320/decor3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Tara helping to put up the curtain rods for the curtains. (The boys were out of town so we tried to show that we could do things ourselves. Too bad they took the batteries for the electric drill so we had to do it by hand!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397984374372450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeWtDUxuGI/AAAAAAAABa0/5h7QkjcMid4/s320/decor5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too impressed, but here is one of the valances I made for my windows. We now have curtains in the kitchen, family room, master bath, and master bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397080083495698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeV4alB-xI/AAAAAAAABZ0/EyH-5r7kCbI/s320/decor4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next project was to hang the family pictures. I wanted to hang them above the stairs, but didn't realize that it would be so difficult! Trevor &amp;amp; Wes made some scaffolding to stand on so we could hang the pictures up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397092054278338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeV5HLFoMI/AAAAAAAABaM/W1nGQEsAPLs/s320/decor1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am petrified of heights, Wes's bow-making skills were not quite up to par, so I had to get up there and tie on the bows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397989821450018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeWtXndhyI/AAAAAAAABa8/_ZWW_6QZSA4/s320/decor2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy with the way it turned out! It's hard to get a good picture of it, but this gives you the general idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397982951354018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeWs-BgLqI/AAAAAAAABas/cIeF09HFYSE/s320/decor6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we tackled the entry way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400672130067842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeZJf_q7YI/AAAAAAAABbM/Xrj1-QhbTLM/s320/decor9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that this is really a decoration, but I guess it's a better way to keep the kids toys in one spot in our family room. &lt;em&gt;One day&lt;/em&gt; I will have a toy room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400667067182082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeZJNIlbAI/AAAAAAAABbE/vB_cFBPqCfE/s320/decor8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is on top of the armourer in the family room. Looks much better then the clutter I had up there before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397978764163314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeWsubMuPI/AAAAAAAABak/4zlEZVjX_ho/s320/decor7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our master bedroom. I definitely did not make these curtains, but I think they turned out really nice, and actually make our room seem a lot more cozy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397973699843746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeWsbjxVqI/AAAAAAAABac/SJXobJMiZDo/s320/shower1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the loot from Tara's shower. There was a great turn out, great food, and great conversation. Tara scored in the gift department! I'm getting so excited....three weeks to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400674214500530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeZJnwo2LI/AAAAAAAABbU/RlwIr-dn62M/s320/moab.jpg" /&gt; Somewhere in between, the boys (i.e. Trev &amp;amp; Wes and some of Wes's buddies) went down to Moab for a "long weekend" which kind of turned into a week. Trevor was the paint ball king and they had a blast. It was a much needed break for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400677481277282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeZJz7f52I/AAAAAAAABbc/Es4oBDzWBzU/s320/moab1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here they are hiking in Devil's Garden. If anyone has ever been here it is &lt;strong&gt;gorgeous&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334401085244022402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeZhi9tnoI/AAAAAAAABb0/xl9VcLxzHJA/s320/hill1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also somewhere in the past few weeks Trev &amp;amp; I took the kids to the Hill Airforce Base Aerospace Museum. We had SO much fun, and the best part is, it was &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334401097250820674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeZiPsW0kI/AAAAAAAABcE/VoL9IWBdRCs/s320/hill3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Brooklyn playing in a small jet. The cute old guy who works in the educational center was wrapped around here little finger, and was sweet enough to bring out the plane/cars for the kids to play with.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeZhsD9zII/AAAAAAAABb8/mCSz1guix8w/s1600-h/hill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeZhsD9zII/AAAAAAAABb8/mCSz1guix8w/s1600-h/hill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334401087686167682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeZhsD9zII/AAAAAAAABb8/mCSz1guix8w/s320/hill2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's Jace. He was in &lt;em&gt;heaven. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334401079576776418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeZhN2iTuI/AAAAAAAABbs/U0MCqJrmNco/s320/zoo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We also went to the zoo this past week! Trevor has never been to the Hogle Zoo, so it was a real treat! Here is Trevor &amp;amp; Brooklyn on the train. (Jace was sitting with me, and was &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; to excited to have anything to do with getting his picture taken.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeZKXxGrlI/AAAAAAAABbk/BA_3ePcxpOE/s1600-h/zoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400687101357650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeZKXxGrlI/AAAAAAAABbk/BA_3ePcxpOE/s320/zoo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jace &amp;amp; Brooklyn with Grammies favorite animal, the elephant. It's so interesting to see the animals close up, but it's depressing at the same time seeing them all cooped up. The kids (all three of them) loved it though!&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeV5RsZuJI/AAAAAAAABaU/ISsVNK9sqCU/s1600-h/brook1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397094878361746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeV5RsZuJI/AAAAAAAABaU/ISsVNK9sqCU/s320/brook1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least, I had to throw this cute picture of Brooklyn in here. After the boys came back from camping, Brooklyn wanted to wear Wes's hat around the house. She is such a cutie! I seriously can't be in the room with her for more than 2 minutes without smothering her with kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIG *sigh*. Now I feel very relieved, I've been putting this off forever. I hate procrastinating, but seem to do it too often.&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/252291280117372445-3675335697400365354?l=tntfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3675335697400365354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=252291280117372445&amp;postID=3675335697400365354&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3675335697400365354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252291280117372445/posts/default/3675335697400365354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-much-to-do-too-little-time.html' title='Too Much to Do, Too Little Time....'/><author><name>Tiff and Trev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335398226750948249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SWLv7Sy3jEI/AAAAAAAABH8/osGLKD_IJu8/S220/DSC_9190_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrmnIY-C_U0/SgeV42Ma5PI/AAAAAAAABaE/vAwkrsBnrtw/s72-c/decor3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252291280117372445.post-8101450093324382903</id><published>2009-04-23T20:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:04:47.156-06:00</upda
