<?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-2361339745326594938</id><updated>2011-08-18T05:53:08.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Our home is not perfectly clean and quite crazy most days. You will find many hand prints on our windows,murals in crayon on bedroom walls and kids rock'n out with pretend guitars, but it is our life and a good one at that.  -We may not have it all together, but together we have it all-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-373924492888132488</id><published>2010-09-22T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:04:53.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost drafts</title><content type='html'>So I just got back on to my blog and found all of these drafts that I started a year or more ago but never had time to finish or put the pictures on so I just put them up as they were, because I can't remember what I was going to do.  Life just gets busy and I don't think about posting in the two minutes I have to sit down.  Maybe with kids in school it will get easier.  I can only wish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-373924492888132488?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/373924492888132488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=373924492888132488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/373924492888132488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/373924492888132488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost-drafts.html' title='lost drafts'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-1221654340264111400</id><published>2009-01-13T20:56:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:58:49.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conner's Connection</title><content type='html'>Conner does not talk words he just has his own language which really stuck out to me today. At the grocery store a ways away I hear this little girl yelling baby baby and she is pointing to Conner and he is just talking up a story to her while she is yelling at her mom like take me to this baby, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she was pushing her away. As we round a corner there is a 5-6 month old and he starts talking and this baby just goes crazy and then another baby and him start their own language &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; as I go to put things in the basket. Seeing these little ones communicate in their own way make me wonder if they still remember each other and how thin the veil is for them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-1221654340264111400?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1221654340264111400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=1221654340264111400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/1221654340264111400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/1221654340264111400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/conners-connection.html' title='Conner&apos;s Connection'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-2537229602518817331</id><published>2009-01-01T12:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:57:36.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Talmage&lt;/span&gt; lost a tooth at school and forgot to bring it home for a while. When he finally remembered to, he lost the tooth out of the envelope. When I went to tuck him in for the night he started to cry. I asked him what was wrong and he explained me that he had lost his tooth, but he couldn't find enough money to repay the tooth fairy for the lost tooth. I didn't quite understand until he showed me the envelope. He had gathered all the money that he could find and put it in the envelope and wrote her a note. He was really upset that the tooth fairy would be mad at him for the lost tooth because he didn't have a dollar to repay her. It just melted my heart to see him worry in such a grown up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;manner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-2537229602518817331?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2537229602518817331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=2537229602518817331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/2537229602518817331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/2537229602518817331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-tooth.html' title='Lost Tooth'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-3695185968290329192</id><published>2009-01-01T12:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:58:06.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>Our pep talks worked this time, no fighting on the stage, yea!!! Adalee did really well with all of her dances and she didn't throw pom poms or push any kids down so it is a major improvement from the last reciatal. She is definintly a little star and loves the attention. She actually knew the dances and she sang along with all the songs, it was so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-3695185968290329192?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3695185968290329192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=3695185968290329192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/3695185968290329192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/3695185968290329192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/dance-recital.html' title='Dance Recital'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-5304679208215468820</id><published>2008-12-12T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:43:01.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time Obsession</title><content type='html'>Conner is extremely obsessed with having a bath or a shower.  Last Sunday he was in the bath tub having a bath and he got upset when Tim got in the shower and wouldn't let him have a shower with him too.  Then yesterday he had a bath, after bathing himself in his dinner, and was dressed and ready for bed so Adalee got in for her turn and I went to find a towel.  Silly mom forgot to shut the door all the way and I could hear Adalee laughing  with Bubs I come in and he is in the bath again with his jammies on totally soaked!  So much for that lotion job!  So we got to do it all over again.  It is cute now because I know that there will be a day that he will hate having to get clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-5304679208215468820?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5304679208215468820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=5304679208215468820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/5304679208215468820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/5304679208215468820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/bath-time-obsession.html' title='Bath Time Obsession'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-6432739463502658335</id><published>2008-12-06T22:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:59:21.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally got our act together and got up the Christmas trees, the kids were so excited that they were driving us crazy. They kept trying to put it together before it was ready.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277166706165757874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/STxDKN2HN7I/AAAAAAAAANs/4vVI7f4aljk/s400/fam2+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277162830973006962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/STw_opoKdHI/AAAAAAAAANc/pmsQaBWaHAk/s400/fam2+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Talmage was trying to help spread out the branches, but he was too impatient and just wanted to stack the tree.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277162791187924594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/STw_mVaqRnI/AAAAAAAAANE/4TD45VWT4gs/s400/fam2+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Buba was fascinated by this new tree that was in the living room now. He kept walking around it with his hand out like he was giving each of the branches a high five.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277162796461610514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/STw_mpEAVhI/AAAAAAAAANM/QJ-0WhuesrQ/s400/fam2+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When we got downstairs, Adalee and Conner were more interested in playing with the boxes than helping with the trees. We didn't have time to decorate them that nigh, but every 2 minutes they still had to ask and see if that was the case. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277166694280809346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/STxDJhkhS4I/AAAAAAAAANk/8s_-KC8fgi4/s400/fam2+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-6432739463502658335?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6432739463502658335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=6432739463502658335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/6432739463502658335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/6432739463502658335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-trees.html' title='Christmas Trees'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/STxDKN2HN7I/AAAAAAAAANs/4vVI7f4aljk/s72-c/fam2+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-2614206905002304365</id><published>2008-12-06T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:14:08.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Parents</title><content type='html'>We have been blessed with such great parents.  They are always willing to help out and take our kid when we ask.  Sometimes even going the extra mile and being a taxi service too!  Thanks again for all you guys do, and it means so much to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-2614206905002304365?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2614206905002304365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=2614206905002304365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/2614206905002304365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/2614206905002304365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/wonderful-parents.html' title='Wonderful Parents'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-3903605890577431605</id><published>2008-11-28T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:31:35.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>People are absolutely insane when it comes to shopping for a sale. I started to try to go to the big stores for the sales, but I soon found that there were other stores with sales that were not advertised so I left the crowd and enjoyed the peace. It was nice to just get away today and get all the shopping in that I could, but after 8 hours, it was time to head home.  Christmas just isn't the same anymore now that I am in charge of so many things and it is getting more stressful that my kids are getting older and wanting the hot toy for the year that everyone else wants.  I listening to the radio and people were talking about their traditions and it made me stop and think what traditions do I have with my family at Christmas.  I forget now that I am the one who needs to think of these things for the simple traditions like decorating and baking that the family can do together.  I am hoping now that they are getting older and no more baby years that we can start doing more of that as a family so that they can have the fun family memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-3903605890577431605?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3903605890577431605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=3903605890577431605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/3903605890577431605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/3903605890577431605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-7839208316702085987</id><published>2008-11-28T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:58:24.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving night my sister calls me and says she has an extra ticket to Twilight and I was so excited because I just spent the last two days reading it.  I loved the book, but was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; by the movie.  Now if I hadn't read the book the movie would have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, but they just left out too many details in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; and I kept waiting for things to happen and they didn't.  I can't wait until they do the next movie where they will have more money and hopefully make it a little longer to include more of the book into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-7839208316702085987?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7839208316702085987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=7839208316702085987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7839208316702085987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7839208316702085987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-7031813744666141592</id><published>2008-11-27T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:10:48.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Shopping</title><content type='html'>So I did the Thanksgiving morning shopping, and this year I took my sister with me.  The day of is usually not bad, but this year the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoarders&lt;/span&gt; were there too! (They usually wait for the day after) I wasn't able to get what I wanted today because they were grabbing them by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arm fulls&lt;/span&gt;, but now I am prepared on how I will have to shop for tomorrow.  We did find some good deals and got a free pumpkin pie!  Hope you guys enjoyed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-7031813744666141592?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7031813744666141592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=7031813744666141592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7031813744666141592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7031813744666141592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-shopping.html' title='Thanksgiving Shopping'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-3459919359894924567</id><published>2008-11-27T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:34:00.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu Season</title><content type='html'>It all started last Saturday with the big game and I woke up sick.  I felt bad because we had planned to have the party at our house and we had to cancel-Sorry guys!  It only lasted a day and then I was fine and everyone else seemed fine.  Well Monday I get a call from the school that Kaden was sick so I picked him up.  He had a fever, but other than that he was fine.  By Tuesday he was fine and went back to school. It was my day to help with his class and as soon as I sat down the kids asked if I came to make sure he wouldn't get sick again.  I assured them if he got sick I would take him home.  I talked with his teacher and she said that he had acted fine and then all of the sudden he threw up all over her table and then sat there like nothing had happened.  I apologized to her for that, it is bad enough having to clean up your own kids, let alone some one else...YUCK!!  Well now it is Tim's turn and on Thanksgiving day!  Of all the days to get the stomach flu it had to be the one eating day of the year.  Now we just sit and wait to see if anyone else will get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-3459919359894924567?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3459919359894924567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=3459919359894924567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/3459919359894924567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/3459919359894924567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/flu-season.html' title='Flu Season'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-2050553234000006522</id><published>2008-11-19T15:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:00:49.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the Journey</title><content type='html'>Ever since this last General Conference when I am having a hard time with the kids Tim always reminds me of President Monson's talk about enjoying the journey. Today I told Talmage that he had to clean his room and he just started one of his fits and went storming off. I went to talk to him to see if he realized that it was his own fault for the mess and he started wit the "that's not fair" saga and went away.   When will they learn? While I was doing laundry with Conner he came up and gave me a little torn piece of paper. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270521527690168642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SSSnZ68FiUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jWrq9CgcfRQ/s400/fam2+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt my heart, a point that I can feel something is getting across.  This is one of those moments that I can enjoy the journey with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-2050553234000006522?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2050553234000006522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=2050553234000006522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/2050553234000006522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/2050553234000006522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/enjoy-journey.html' title='Enjoy the Journey'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SSSnZ68FiUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jWrq9CgcfRQ/s72-c/fam2+159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-7824444878401926146</id><published>2008-11-19T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:46:58.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Laundry Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SSSk7DY-SPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dw6SPf08kJw/s1600-h/fam2+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270518798359611634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SSSk7DY-SPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dw6SPf08kJw/s400/fam2+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Conner loves it when I am doing laundry and he pulls on my leg until I let him sit on the dryer and help me load the washer. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270518802814866738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SSSk7T_MFTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gFr3nTV--bA/s400/fam2+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think his favorite part is trying to catch the water in his hand and drink it, but his arms are so short that he almost falls in.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270518808900299394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SSSk7qqEaoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/g3ebzvIYwAk/s400/fam2+158.jpg" border="0" /&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/2361339745326594938-7824444878401926146?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7824444878401926146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=7824444878401926146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7824444878401926146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7824444878401926146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-laundry-buddy.html' title='My Laundry Buddy'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SSSk7DY-SPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dw6SPf08kJw/s72-c/fam2+156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-4217683978262737465</id><published>2008-11-18T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:00:55.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Littlest Angel</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was trying to gather up my kids for prayers and it took Adalee a while. Once I got her I couldn't find Bubs and I walk in to the living room and he was sitting there waiting for us with his arms folded the way he does. He just melted my heart to see him like that and to know that I have one child that was listening to me. Oh how it made my day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270213153506927362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SSOO8LlfIwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cEToQD78uUc/s400/fam2+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-4217683978262737465?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4217683978262737465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=4217683978262737465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/4217683978262737465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/4217683978262737465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-littlest-angel.html' title='My Littlest Angel'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SSOO8LlfIwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cEToQD78uUc/s72-c/fam2+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-6669249633961778389</id><published>2008-11-17T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:12:55.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Night</title><content type='html'>I found this cookie dough a while ago and we finally found a night to do it. It is sugar cookie dough that you color and make what ever kind of cookie you want. The kids had a blast trying to make different things. It started out really sticky so most of Talmages just got mixed together to make tie-dye balls, but we finally figured it out. Conner was just getting mad that he couldn't eat it.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269857063599487474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SSJLFBTuOfI/AAAAAAAAAME/4tW-oq3Zngs/s400/fam2+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaden did a sun, himself, and a frog(green), baseballs, and fruit-Talmage did a frog(orange and blue), snake, donut, and tie-dye balls.  Adalee (and Tim) made the red chicken(that was supposed to be a dinosaur) dinosaur heads, bone, sun, Christmas tree, snake, the spider fish, sun, Christmas tree was mom and Conner.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269857073931356498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SSJLFnzCCVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/W38niFE1MtE/s400/fam2+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269857086054248130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SSJLGU9WrsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Ty3j9cwXvK8/s400/fam2+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-6669249633961778389?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6669249633961778389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=6669249633961778389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/6669249633961778389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/6669249633961778389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-night.html' title='Family Night'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SSJLFBTuOfI/AAAAAAAAAME/4tW-oq3Zngs/s72-c/fam2+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-9051332084461822150</id><published>2008-11-11T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:48:12.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wonderful husband!</title><content type='html'>Tim has been out of town for the past week and I had a class tonight that I was going to miss because he was going to be gone.  To my surprise he tried his hardest to make it back by getting an earlier flight, but with the time change it through it off.  It was nice to know that he was thinking of me and willing to change his plans so I could do my things.  Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt;, I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-9051332084461822150?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9051332084461822150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=9051332084461822150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/9051332084461822150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/9051332084461822150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-wonderful-husband.html' title='My wonderful husband!'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-6836827894332407873</id><published>2008-11-11T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:43:49.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Brooke!</title><content type='html'>5 Things I was doing 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;1-Cheering for Snow College&lt;br /&gt;2-Deciding if I should marry someone (I hadn't even met Tim yet)&lt;br /&gt;3-Touring the tunnels&lt;br /&gt;4-Playing water chandeliers with roommates&lt;br /&gt;5-Avoiding cleaning my room(floor to bed to floor etc. just ask Paula)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to do list today&lt;br /&gt;1-Take Conner for his ear check up&lt;br /&gt;2-Laundry (but what day doesn't)&lt;br /&gt;3- Get the house clean before Tim flys home (lol)&lt;br /&gt;4-Take Adalee to dance&lt;br /&gt;5-Grocery Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I love&lt;br /&gt;1-chips and mango salsa&lt;br /&gt;2-chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3-ice cream&lt;br /&gt;4-oreos&lt;br /&gt;5-rice crispy treats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I was a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;1- Travel with my family&lt;br /&gt;2- Go back to school&lt;br /&gt;3- Have no debt&lt;br /&gt;4-Help out family&lt;br /&gt;5-Save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived( I had to specify on apartments to make it 5, I haven't moved that much)&lt;br /&gt;1-Taylorsville&lt;br /&gt;2-Ephraim-OakTree&lt;br /&gt;3-Ephraim-PineTree&lt;br /&gt;4-South Jordan&lt;br /&gt;5-Riverton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I have had&lt;br /&gt;1-Disposing of biopsies (yuck!)&lt;br /&gt;2- Gymnastics teacher&lt;br /&gt;3-Dance teacher&lt;br /&gt;4- UofU Admissions office-front desk&lt;br /&gt;5- Reunions Plus- doing high school reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag&lt;br /&gt;Susan, Rachelle, Crystal, Amy, Shannon, and anyone else who wants to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-6836827894332407873?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6836827894332407873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=6836827894332407873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/6836827894332407873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/6836827894332407873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-brooke.html' title='Tagged by Brooke!'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-6842034126490176070</id><published>2008-11-07T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:12:29.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu Shots</title><content type='html'>So I take Conner in for his check up and see that they are offering flu shots.  I had all the kids with me so I decided that would be great get it over in one shot.  Well then when they take them back to the room the nurse has to tell them what they are doing and Talmage and Kaden start freaking out!!  Talmage had himself so worried about it he was clammy and had a pail face.  Kaden was a cry/yell mix telling me he wasn't going to get the shot so Conner starts in freaking out running to the door trying to escape.  I am sure that everyone in the office could hear my children and probably scaring the other kids.  Adalee was the only brave one she tells me that she is tough and can do it and is fine.  In fact when it came time she voulenteered herself to be first.  After she got it we had to do Conner because they were so scared.  I had to hold them down on my lap with one nurse holding their legs and the other one doing the shot, but once they got the shot they were fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-6842034126490176070?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6842034126490176070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=6842034126490176070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/6842034126490176070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/6842034126490176070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/flu-shots.html' title='Flu Shots'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-4327472303575891199</id><published>2008-11-06T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:31:52.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaden's Tooth Pulling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So a month or two ago Kaden lost his tooth and I didn't think that it was loose, but he said it was. It looked like it was broken off not worn down so I thought he pull his tooth out just to have lost a tooth, but it was one that it could legitimately be lost.  Well today he looses another tooth not one normally lost at first, Talmage just barely lost this one, and the root was huge so I still think that he is just pulling his teeth to have lost teeth.  The one he did at first still doesn't have anything coming in underneath.  I just don't understand why, it's not like the tooth fairy pays that good to do it for money.  Just one of the things that you have to write down so you can tell them when they get older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265766637798692978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SRPC25wYGHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7AR3cTP_WnU/s400/fam2+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-4327472303575891199?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4327472303575891199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=4327472303575891199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/4327472303575891199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/4327472303575891199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/kadens-tooth-pulling.html' title='Kaden&apos;s Tooth Pulling'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SRPC25wYGHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7AR3cTP_WnU/s72-c/fam2+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-8523551553720467294</id><published>2008-11-02T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:09:32.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things Kids Say</title><content type='html'>We are laying in bed with all the kids this morning and Talmage is looking at Tim's forehead where his hair is thinner and said "Dad, you need to let your hair grow there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Adalee got kicked by one of her brothers in the crotch and she comes to tell me "Mom he kicked me in the private parts, yeah he kicked me in the nuts. (her thinking pause) Yep my nuts, he kicked me in the nuts."  It was like she made this huge discovery for herself that will soon realize is not true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-8523551553720467294?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8523551553720467294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=8523551553720467294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/8523551553720467294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/8523551553720467294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-laying-in-bed-with-all-kids-this.html' title='The Things Kids Say'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-2447344984308667510</id><published>2008-11-01T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:03:24.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 4th Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get home today from grocery shopping and Tim looks really upset. Adalee had gotten into Katies birthday present and opened it up, but that was not all. He wouldn't tell me what she had done, but that it was much worse and I needed to see for myself. This is what I saw.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263873545995444898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQ0JGdOiYqI/AAAAAAAAALg/zMqwu_N8fP8/s400/fam2+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263873551577984946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQ0JGyBhL7I/AAAAAAAAALo/QPmcz5cXvHc/s400/fam2+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263873539200196978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQ0JGD6bIXI/AAAAAAAAALY/8HMf3va-bfY/s400/fam2+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt; She decided to cut her hair again. It was just getting long enough for us to start doing things with it again and now it is so short in spots that she looks like a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263873559176677634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQ0JHOVMCQI/AAAAAAAAALw/tzS4tYN4X9U/s400/fam2+149.jpg" border="0" /&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/2361339745326594938-2447344984308667510?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2447344984308667510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=2447344984308667510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/2447344984308667510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/2447344984308667510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-4th-boy.html' title='My 4th Boy'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQ0JGdOiYqI/AAAAAAAAALg/zMqwu_N8fP8/s72-c/fam2+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-7297053031848557546</id><published>2008-10-31T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:11:39.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Halloween at our house is an all day adventure. We try to visit as many of the grandparents that we can through out the day and then do the usual trick-or-treating at night. We started out by going to Great Grandpa Prigmores and by going with my sister Susan it makes it easier for me with 3 kids per adult. James always decorates for the holidays and has things for the kids to see, and they love to play with Kismet the black cat and Bernerd the brown cat. After their fill of treats the sugar kicked in and it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263515486460944786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvDcphFoZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3dySuEclSck/s400/fam2+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was to Great G&amp;amp;G Kimber. I was very surprised that they would sit still after all the cookies and pop they had just had, but they sat very quickly for the picture so they could get one of grandmas cookies. Again with more sugar and nap time approaching they were restless and it was time to move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263515491551627330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvDc8ezSEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/B9YciLu4np4/s400/fam2+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have to say sorry to my mom that we didn't make it up to the U this year, but it would have been miserable if they would have missed nap time, and they could not hold still from all the treats. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our lunch and naps it was time to go again. We were off to my aunt Janet's house where they had decorated their garage and had hot dogs, cotton candy and root beer for their trick-or-treaters. My kids were just excited to be outside. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263515501384577170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvDdhHKMJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tyCv-TGo6dQ/s400/fam2+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263515507950748658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvDd5kqA_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/H4ek7nDAVmU/s400/fam2+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't ever remember a Halloween so warm that we didn't even need jackets! Needless to say much more sugar was consumed there, especially by Conner who quickly learned how to use the drink cooler and was helping himself to all the root beer he could dream of. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263515494367531602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvDdG-KklI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Tdjs-vrwcYE/s400/fam2+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When it was getting dark it was off to grandma Brown's house for pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263518616447832242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvGS1oHULI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7W56-GWXz7A/s400/fam2+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt; While doing pictures Conner started throwing the little pumpkins like they were basketballs and would laugh as they bounced.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263519700383925842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvHR7mnhlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DSB8QJNQxdg/s400/fam2+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We finally made it home for trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. Conner was so mad that he was not able to go with them and then he was even more upset that he couldn't have the bowl of candy that we were handing out. When I took off his costume his onesie was brown from all the root beer he had spilled on himself.  As you can see we played costume shuffle this year.  Adalee was the pirate for this night and Kaden was Batman for the beginning half and Spiderman for trick-or-treating.  It is a good thing that they don't grow very fast and can fit into their old costumes.&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/2361339745326594938-7297053031848557546?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7297053031848557546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=7297053031848557546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7297053031848557546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7297053031848557546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvDcphFoZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3dySuEclSck/s72-c/fam2+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-7190107270089859223</id><published>2008-10-29T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:35:04.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bathtub</title><content type='html'>So we are trying to get the house clean today for Tim and Adalee is trying to help out.  She got into the cleaner that hurts your skin and tried to clean the counters so I told her to go wash her hands.  Well as I am cleaning that up I realized the water had been running the whole time and she starts crying saying that she needs a towel. I tell her they are under the sink and she says that she needs a bigger one so I go to see what is wrong and there is water every where.  Counter, sink, floor, cabinets, drawers are full and all the towels are wet.  I asked her what she was doing and she said " I was making me a bath tub mom".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-7190107270089859223?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7190107270089859223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=7190107270089859223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7190107270089859223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7190107270089859223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-bathtub.html' title='My Bathtub'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-1845489039802603632</id><published>2008-10-29T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:57:00.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Boys!!</title><content type='html'>Six years ago today I gave birth to a 9lb 1oz baby boy who was born on his father and grandfathers birthday. He looked just like Talmage at first, but now has his own look. (We really need to get a scanner)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263524639767421986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvLxcPaZCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NOjqf5gAz7s/s400/fam2+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263524642575239234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvLxms2SEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Id2maBS7lls/s400/fam2+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When the doctor pulled him out he said he was a buba because he was so big, but by the age of one he had to be put on a high fat diet because he was so little. He has been my thumb sucker from the very beginning. Even in the ultrasound you can see him sucking his thumb. He has his three blankets that he has had from day one yellow, white, and blue(his favorite, which is funny seems how his favorite color is red.) Kaden is full of personality and adds so much to our family. Look how young Tim looks!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263524646989052690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvLx3JLuxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8T83uOwqsww/s400/fam2+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Today we went to the shop where they were having a BBQ for the company. I was going to make their cakes, but my lovely children decided to eat all the Twinkies that I needed to finish of the cakes, so we bought one but mom had already had one so we saved it for the dinner. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263524750595974802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvL35G_5pI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TsjdybZz7tI/s400/fam2+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kaden was able to open some of his presents there and he got all Lego's for the toys (which Talmage and Kaden got up at 4am to put them together) and Tim's mom forgot and gave him the same shirt that she got him for school. It works out good because he always wants to wear red so it never hurts to have another one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263524656946464098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvLycPNxWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/a5--sadpACc/s400/fam2+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa like to play with his toys, so he took the kids for a ride on the fork lift. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263527331615592690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvOOIKB0PI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qXtvqsikGbg/s400/fam2+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sometimes it gets high centered and needs assistance to get out. Crystal went to help and in the process got her toes ran over by the machine OUCH!!!! Later that night we went to Tim's favorite place to eat Wingers with his whole family.  We were late to dinner because Kaden couldn't wait to open his presents, so we got stuck on the end of the row. I can't believe how big the family is getting, when we first got married there was 7 and now there is 15 soon to be 16!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263527362717402050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvOP8BRw8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/t-ICIpd9ByM/s400/fam2+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I always catch mom when she is eating, sorry.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263527351761969298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvOPTNTIJI/AAAAAAAAALI/mw7JPbDpAeM/s400/fam2+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought the cake for desert, but when they found out it was their birthdays they got asphalt pie too!!   Kaden was loving it. When you tell people about their birthdays it always starts out as "I know you wont believe this, but.." especially when you are at restaurant getting free deserts. The decorations on the cake turned out to be whistles and rings so the kids enjoyed annoying us with those for the rest of the night. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263527340585291490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvOOpkkjuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KZWxXCaYieA/s400/fam2+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And here is his twin, they even got dresses in the same colors(not on purpose).  I know I say that a lot, but it is so true in personality, looks, the way they suck their thumbs the same, it really amazes me how much they are alike.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263527348411056786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvOPGuYQpI/AAAAAAAAALA/myedHL215HU/s400/fam2+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hope  you had a good day guys  HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD, TIM, AND KADEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-1845489039802603632?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1845489039802603632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=1845489039802603632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/1845489039802603632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/1845489039802603632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-boys.html' title='Happy Birthday Boys!!'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQvLxcPaZCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NOjqf5gAz7s/s72-c/fam2+143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-8801763643406022515</id><published>2008-10-28T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:19:29.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought that was toys--Adalee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQc2ohd4_0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/5_cXlSMDtk4/s1600-h/fam2+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262234759412121410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQc2ohd4_0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/5_cXlSMDtk4/s400/fam2+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wake up to find out that my lovely daughter decided not to sleep very long last night. Instead she got into the first aid kit and tore, cut or used almost everything in there. Oh what fun it is to search carefully for all the medicine that was thrown out and count every piece to make sure that Conner did not eat it for candy, or to have the good pieces she left alone covered in ointment (along with what ever else she touched.)Hopefully I got all the little balls out of her bed, from the cold compress that she cut open, so she will sleep well tonight all because she thought they were toys.  Oh the joys of motherhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-8801763643406022515?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8801763643406022515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=8801763643406022515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/8801763643406022515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/8801763643406022515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-thought-that-was-toys-adalee.html' title='I thought that was toys--Adalee'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQc2ohd4_0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/5_cXlSMDtk4/s72-c/fam2+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-8755742224984609145</id><published>2008-10-27T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:00:36.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk-or-Treat</title><content type='html'>We have had a hard time deciding on our costumes for this year, but thanks to Tim's mom we finally got it together. Talmage and Kaden were ewoks- the same costumes that Tim and Rodger wore when they were little- but we will have to see if they will be the same one on Halloween night. Adalee was the angel again, but will be a pirate for Halloween. Conner was the frog-the same one Kaden wore when he was 3. Conner woke up from his nap right before we left and Talmage went in to get him out of the crib, I have never herd him scream like that before. He wouldn't let Talmage even look at him or be near him while he had the make-up on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim took the other kids went around Conner sat at the car with me to hand out the candy and he would get mad when the kids would take it because he thought the bowl was his. Once he got his sucker he was happy and didn't really care anymore. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261876821997878290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQXxF0sLfBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0QwgoGPJvSw/s400/fam2+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a really good picture of Kaden and Conner. Kaden it getting to the age where they start the awkward smiles so you have to cherish the good ones.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261907324851416946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQYM1UrLb3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8yrnYEhIrdc/s400/fam2+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kaden didn't get to have the make-up because he just barely made it back from the BYU game with Tim. It worked out OK so that Conner had someone he would be with.  Notice how Talmage is far enough in front that Conner can't see his face.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261876837313498434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQXxGtvtTUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8oOuLCYa2gc/s400/fam2+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how hard it is to get one good picture with everyone looking the same direction and all smiling. I will take what ever I can get anymore. These are the moments I love to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-8755742224984609145?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8755742224984609145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=8755742224984609145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/8755742224984609145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/8755742224984609145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk-or-Treat'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQXxF0sLfBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0QwgoGPJvSw/s72-c/fam2+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-6451076939923962178</id><published>2008-10-27T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:42:47.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeez'n in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQXvQAzwjnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6CdWPtvt0Fc/s1600-h/fam2+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261874798026329714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQXvQAzwjnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6CdWPtvt0Fc/s400/fam2+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adalee loves to dress up and found the old Halloween costumes and got into the baby one. This is the one that Ben wore when he was 6 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-6451076939923962178?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6451076939923962178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=6451076939923962178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/6451076939923962178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/6451076939923962178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/squeezn-in.html' title='Squeez&apos;n in'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQXvQAzwjnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6CdWPtvt0Fc/s72-c/fam2+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-7588062638564404614</id><published>2008-10-25T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:45:19.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Marshmallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQOFM8nsKgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1tNFJdP1dFc/s1600-h/fam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261195247176395266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQOFM8nsKgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1tNFJdP1dFc/s400/fam2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this marshmallow out of the bag and thought that my kids had poked holes into it to make a face on it, but as I looked through the bag they all had holes in the ends of them. This one just ended up looking like a ghost!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-7588062638564404614?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7588062638564404614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=7588062638564404614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7588062638564404614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7588062638564404614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/haunted-marshmallows.html' title='Haunted Marshmallows'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQOFM8nsKgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1tNFJdP1dFc/s72-c/fam2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-4485654669742486956</id><published>2008-10-24T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:44:18.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Nebraska</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Over UEA holiday I was able to see my life long friend Paula. She moved out to Nebraska to go to dental school and we don't get to see each other enough. When she picked me up at the airport we went to her school and saw where she had been for the last two years of her life. I have never see so many dentist chairs in my life in this single room. This picture only shows a fourth of the room. It was almost creepy like in a bad dream everywhere you look there are dentist drills coming after you.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260861065354076290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJVRAUc4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZzufjpifJ8k/s400/fam2+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Anyway, we went on our way and saw where they have the NCAA world series and onto her home. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260867380844230178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJbAnWo9iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nkOnrd1C1gw/s400/fam2+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJTPNQ_xnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3XUvmpTrObk/s1600-h/fam2+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260858835446253170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJTPNQ_xnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3XUvmpTrObk/s400/fam2+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Jacob her little boy and he was so cute. I was staying in their basement and he would open the door and yell "Annie where are you, I love you" and then he would come down and visit me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJTSGGo80I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y4H7RI63hZc/s1600-h/fam2+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260858885063373634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJTSGGo80I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y4H7RI63hZc/s400/fam2+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula is so good at making people feel welcome, she had my room like a hotel with chocolates on the pillow and a basket of things I could use while I was there, so sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday she surprised me with a facial and massage which was a very nice change from the normal life. ( I need to visit more often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260861075991941794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJVRn8t0qI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WcNjPJcD1JM/s400/fam2+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQYm22wI9OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yIG35eYDVN4/s1600-h/fam2+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261935938481222882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQYm22wI9OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yIG35eYDVN4/s400/fam2+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun for me because we got to go to a whole bunch of places that I have never been. This was at a really good Italian restaurant, but I can't remember the name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJTShbI50I/AAAAAAAAAF0/jUs6znu8rME/s1600-h/fam2+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;We were able to go to Winter Quarters and see the cemetery, temple and visitors center. It was really cool to see everything that was there. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261934186142800274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQYlQ2yGmZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/B4LlkNf_ZWw/s400/fam2+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The temple had some really amazing stained glass windows.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261934174717479090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQYlQMOGCLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AGS__CJ55Hc/s400/fam2+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The head stones at the cemetery were so old that they were worn down and really hard to read.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261934177826707058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQYlQXzZFnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uIxD8jU2R-s/s400/fam2+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; On the bottom of most of them they listed their age with how many years, months and days they lived. It never really accrued to me until that point that most of those people who died were my age or younger. As a kid you hear the stories of the people that lived back then so you picture them as older, but as I get older the standard for old gets older too. I could not imagine what it would have been like to have gone through that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260861091655530242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJVSiTNNwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xArgk75ut8U/s400/fam2+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was amazed at the detail that they put into the head stone, but they were also the people who came to the valley and carved the stone for the Salt Lake Temple. &lt;/p&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/2361339745326594938-4485654669742486956?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4485654669742486956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=4485654669742486956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/4485654669742486956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/4485654669742486956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-nebraska.html' title='Trip to Nebraska'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJVRAUc4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZzufjpifJ8k/s72-c/fam2+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-5916069275635820212</id><published>2008-10-24T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:44:06.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarecrow Festival</title><content type='html'>So Tim would not take the kids by himself to the scarecrow festival so Jessie and I did, but I forgot my camera. The kids had a great time with all the games and activities. There was a baseball throw to clock how fast you throw it.  Well Talmage went and he got 23 for the fastest ball, then Kaden went and got 24.  That was not good enough for Talmage, he was not going to let his little brother beat him so he stayed at that station until he got a 25.  Oh, the joys of sibling rivalry.  There was also a rocket launch that they loved!! they spent a half hour just launching and chasing the rockets, how I wish I would have remembered my camera.  There were tons of blow up slides and jump houses and a large tent where they won their vampire teeth.  As you can tell, Talmage was not too thrilled to have is pictures done after we got home.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260852406284017394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJNY-xRXvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4Xvu3Pd1OYg/s400/fam2+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260852395781544562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJNYXpSWnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4eM4RQxaszU/s400/fam2+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260852399767978706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJNYmfugtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cSMS0Q8KxhY/s400/fam2+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-5916069275635820212?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5916069275635820212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=5916069275635820212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/5916069275635820212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/5916069275635820212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/scarecrow-festival.html' title='Scarecrow Festival'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJNY-xRXvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4Xvu3Pd1OYg/s72-c/fam2+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-7255874294444126653</id><published>2008-10-13T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:25:43.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talmage's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJJsPGUfzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w1-KDdRCwm4/s1600-h/IMG_5754%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260848339038273330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJJsPGUfzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w1-KDdRCwm4/s400/IMG_5754%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were hoping that the weather would hold out for this day so that we could have everyone outside for breakfast, but it didn't agree with us. Just like the day we brought him home from the hospital it was the first snow fall of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256725018156578226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SPOjjX0htbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/i__N-4qWo7E/s400/fam2+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256725016987482626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SPOjjTdyugI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ezudBayfIC0/s400/fam2+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turned out to be a really nice day just to visit with the family. The baptism could have gone better. Our stake has 14 wards and trying to squeeze all of them in the morning made it a tight schedule. Our ward had 3 baptisms and it was the biggest group of family they have had yet, so when we all went down to the font it was very squishy in the room. There were so many kids piled in front some people didn't even get to see him be baptised. With his confirmation they didn't have a microphone so it was hard to hear, but to see the smile on T's face and feeling the spirit so strong made it be a great day. I had Shannon come and take pictures after because I am always the one taking them and not in them so here are some of those that had to leave.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256725024292792402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SPOjjurg6FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C9iBdJBMSRs/s400/fam2+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256725028552363730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SPOjj-jEztI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iS5svaoBOYk/s400/fam2+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After everyone came over for breakfast and visited  for a while.  Later  that day Tim took Talmage to the BYU game to finish off his day.  With the weather we were not able to get our outside shot of the family so this will have to do until spring. At least all the kids are in this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really impressed me was on Sunday Talmage was very excited the whole sacrament meeting, very antsy to get up and bear his testimony.  So simple and pure and very nervous to do so, but he did it.  These are the days that make it all worth it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260848346849092834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJJssMkJOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MTPcvPl0WdA/s400/IMG_5751%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-7255874294444126653?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7255874294444126653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=7255874294444126653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7255874294444126653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/7255874294444126653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/talmages-baptism.html' title='Talmage&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SQJJsPGUfzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w1-KDdRCwm4/s72-c/IMG_5754%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-1175160556143115086</id><published>2008-10-09T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:37:30.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends Favorites</title><content type='html'>Last night at dance we were reminiscing about their favorite stories that they have heard about my kids and told me I should write them down so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super glue-- (I wish I would have taken pictures, but in the heat of the moment we had to move fast to get it cleaned up.) Kaden and Adalee were playing downstairs, or so I thought, and when I came down Adalee was hiding her hands and Kaden was doing the scramble to hide something. I could smell the glue and grabbed her hands, her fingers were stuck together and they would not come apart. I go to pick her up to try to wash some of it off and her clothes had been glued to her body so she couldn't move from the sitting position. If you tried to move the clothes would just break. It was horrible to peel the clothes off of her, she has sensitive skin and it just peeled off with them. It made my heart ache. You may be asking at this point why it was not put away high or in a safe spot, well no spot in my house is safe!! I have smart monkey children that I find on the top shelf of the pantry or the closet and they know how to open anything. Childproof things in my house last, at most 5 min before they have figured out how it works, or how to get around it.  Anyway it took over a month for the glue to come off of her skin and it was a daily reminder for Kaden not to super glue anyone again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stitches-- This past summer Conner has learned how to do stairs so the gate is gone. Adalee and Conner were playing in the living room close by the stairs and he got bumped. When I saw him go I dove to the rescue, like any mother would, and stopped him at the first step. Low and behold I wasn't paying attention to where I dove and ended up sliding my knee into the metal bar that holds the carpet to our tile. Luckily Tim was home, but when he looked at he didn't think that they could stitch it up because it was wide and flat, like the bar. Well I ended up with 3 layers, 28 stitches total. At least my scar has a good story behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syrup--We were getting ready for Conner's blessing and I had just about finished cleaning the house and went to feed the baby. Well my kids have this sensor in their bodies as soon as I sit down to feed the baby they are off into anything they are not supposed to. Thinking all is well, ha ha ha, I suddenly hear "sticky, sticky, sticky" and " Hey Adalee, put it over here" stuck in my spot for a few more minutes I about died when I started walking down the hall and my feet were getting very stick. Adalee, with the encouragement of Kaden, had spread a Costco size syrup bottle all over the house. Carpet, furniture, themselves and not nice big puddles but small trails EVERYWHERE . I was still trying to recover from the c-section so I couldn't do much so thanks to help of my family we got the carpets cleaned and for about a week after we were still finding places that the syrup had been poured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hair cut- Adalee decided that she needed to take her hair styling into her own hands and cut herself some bangs. Well that wasn't too bad because she still had enough to pull into a pony tail so I thought that it would be all. About a week later we are sitting at the kitchen table and Adalee gives Talmage a hand full of hair because she didn't want me to know that she cut her hair again. At the time I couldn't see where it had been cut but as she ran away down the hall more hair was falling out. She cut out big chunk out of the back so I attempted to fix the multi layered cut that she styled. We are still to this day trying to grow it out again, but she just likes to take matters into her own hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before-with her bang job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255376612478741810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SO7ZL1Ow7TI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZGwaAYLsNpM/s400/discruise+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hair cutting job.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255374717410279266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SO7XdhjO_2I/AAAAAAAAADo/CEGyA5p64rs/s400/discruise+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255374722213618850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SO7XdzccJKI/AAAAAAAAADw/0ufwnftF0GI/s400/discruise+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-1175160556143115086?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1175160556143115086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=1175160556143115086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/1175160556143115086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/1175160556143115086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-friends-favorites.html' title='My Friends Favorites'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SO7ZL1Ow7TI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZGwaAYLsNpM/s72-c/discruise+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-8112794763277940702</id><published>2008-10-06T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:32:37.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Twins (four years apart)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So we were looking at pictures of Kaden to do his spotlite week at school and I am amazed at how much him and Conner look identical. We all knew that they looked alike, but it is to so close that if they were not already in a book, only the surroundings would be a clue as to who was who.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who is who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254165758234829234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOqL61qbobI/AAAAAAAAACg/xw3cOzukics/s400/family+807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254171325186036082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOqQ-4LB0XI/AAAAAAAAADI/8V8RwPvyEJo/s400/family+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254165773495492562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOqL7ug239I/AAAAAAAAACo/5cqtg9c8pX4/s400/family+806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254171333115927170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOqQ_VtqWoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/a-R-aeTFenE/s400/family+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254169969410304978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOqPv9g569I/AAAAAAAAADA/Zs_YeZrUeVE/s400/family+245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254165782314995074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOqL8PXlzYI/AAAAAAAAACw/K7KD2ITkCd4/s400/family+805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254165793360536546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOqL84hDY-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/D42ohnVjONE/s400/discruise+771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254542846732150370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOvi4RyKJmI/AAAAAAAAADY/iSFahTl3pYU/s400/family+808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254542848527757218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOvi4YeQ76I/AAAAAAAAADg/g3Fhrm2X2XY/s400/family+809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-8112794763277940702?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8112794763277940702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=8112794763277940702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/8112794763277940702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/8112794763277940702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-twins-four-years-apart.html' title='My Twins (four years apart)'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOqL61qbobI/AAAAAAAAACg/xw3cOzukics/s72-c/family+807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-9105926993391899317</id><published>2008-10-06T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:32:27.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch</title><content type='html'>We were watching football with the kids this weekend and realized how much Conner loves football.  He would get so excited when he saw the football thrown.  He would make the whole bed bounce when he waved his arms up and down yelling catch catch to the TV.  Man, if he is this excited about it now I can't wait to see what lies ahead.  Anytime he has a ball in his hand it is now catch, and he will be your little trailer until you play. So my baby now knows 4 words mom, dad, buba and catch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-9105926993391899317?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9105926993391899317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=9105926993391899317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/9105926993391899317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/9105926993391899317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/catch.html' title='Catch'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-3385403992614134115</id><published>2008-10-04T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:03:28.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glowing child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOgDw3u-P4I/AAAAAAAAACI/e6oyNXGMUJA/s1600-h/conn+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253453103457255298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOgDw3u-P4I/AAAAAAAAACI/e6oyNXGMUJA/s320/conn+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was sitting at the kitchen table today, bubs walked by and he was glowing so I took a closer look and his sweet sister had highlighted him yellow. It may be hard to see in the picture, but his cheek and neck are all yellow.  Just one of the many things that she does in a day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-3385403992614134115?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3385403992614134115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=3385403992614134115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/3385403992614134115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/3385403992614134115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/glowing-child.html' title='Glowing child'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOgDw3u-P4I/AAAAAAAAACI/e6oyNXGMUJA/s72-c/conn+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-44912579193374830</id><published>2008-10-02T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:52:10.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am blessed</title><content type='html'>With the economy the way it is right now and having our income coming from the housing market is really scary just waiting for the day that it will pick back up. Talking with one of my favorite people in the world, my cousin Shannon made me realize how blessed I am. Her husband has been out of work since the beginning of summer and times are tough for them (so I really have no place to complain) and yet she still has a good attitude. What a shining example she is to all. If anyone is hiring he is a great worker thier blog is mommygoingcrazy.blogspot.com. She also does wonderful photography! Tonight was a crazy night, but a good one for the family. I had enrichment and the reflections awards was at the same time tonight so Tim took Talmage and Adalee and I had Conner and Kaden. Tim came back to pick up my two and told that Talmage had won and was moving onto district. Another moment today to make me take a step back and see how truly blessed I am with wonderful children and that they are smart and healthy and just a real blessing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252765652276074946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOWSh8hJ2cI/AAAAAAAAABY/EPhs-Qe2P-w/s200/talmages+129.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt; These are the pictures that Talmage used for his reflections project.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252765661139437538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOWSidiWB-I/AAAAAAAAABw/50H1CK9jWDA/s200/talmages+169.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all things from our yard that we just redid from a weed patch to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252765654726379458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOWSiFpWh8I/AAAAAAAAABo/gYQqcgUZ-hA/s200/talmages+130.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252765662957320770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOWSikTwukI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fX4rCWSDKn0/s200/talmages+280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a rain chain that we have by our pond. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where Tim does gutter he can get these(utahgutter.com) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the kids love to watch it when it rains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252765653452752482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOWSiA5shmI/AAAAAAAAABg/wWmmGMMN8dE/s200/talmages+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Great job T!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-44912579193374830?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/44912579193374830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=44912579193374830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/44912579193374830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/44912579193374830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-blessed.html' title='I am blessed'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_499Uk1k8V7k/SOWSh8hJ2cI/AAAAAAAAABY/EPhs-Qe2P-w/s72-c/talmages+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2361339745326594938.post-1126399810743573639</id><published>2008-10-01T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:28:48.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister thinks that I need to do this so Ihave a way of venting,  and so she can see all the things that my children do, yet I had never seen or hear of blogging until a couple of months ago and was surprised to see how many people were doing it.  Just like facebook, it will probably take a while to figure out how everything works and we will see how well I am at keeping up on things.  Here goes nothing to my crazy life and all the people who go along with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2361339745326594938-1126399810743573639?l=brownjrfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1126399810743573639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2361339745326594938&amp;postID=1126399810743573639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/1126399810743573639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2361339745326594938/posts/default/1126399810743573639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjrfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-sister-thinks-that-i-need-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548555605518718088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
