<?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-3261460640701435332</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:55:39.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jen &amp; Trent Brown</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-3228790489300479798</id><published>2011-03-20T17:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:33:15.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlet Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iey23aSb4m4/TYaNdwESNcI/AAAAAAAAAd0/covc7cgCuHc/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586307930058274242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iey23aSb4m4/TYaNdwESNcI/AAAAAAAAAd0/covc7cgCuHc/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-sa4lNMTgk/TYaNdvdi_5I/AAAAAAAAAds/7ymqsae8pxI/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586307929895796626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-sa4lNMTgk/TYaNdvdi_5I/AAAAAAAAAds/7ymqsae8pxI/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ry130zbeUdE/TYaNdDcTKaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/xCgzK-3he2E/s1600/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586307918079404450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ry130zbeUdE/TYaNdDcTKaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/xCgzK-3he2E/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVL9VdlRMCc/TYaNcypSTUI/AAAAAAAAAdc/aoYc7uJT2k8/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586307913570471234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVL9VdlRMCc/TYaNcypSTUI/AAAAAAAAAdc/aoYc7uJT2k8/s320/DSC_0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWCDPWAQfg8/TYaNcjmYGxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nziSs20lxA0/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586307909531736850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWCDPWAQfg8/TYaNcjmYGxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nziSs20lxA0/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been a while since I have posted anything new so lets just go with the latest thing, Scarlet Fever. So Friday night Hudson started to get a small rash all over his body. Later that evening the rash got bigger and brighter. We thought it was a viral rash but as the rash got worse we took him into the doc ad they said he had scarlet fever. Back in the day children used to die from this. So naturally I freaked so what do I do? Get on the internet. I find out all it is is group A strep. It looks so much worse than it is. Antibiotics have started to clear it up in only 3 days. With my fingers crossed nobody else will get it. And so far it has worked. So here are some pictures of the poor little man while the rash was at its worse.&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/3261460640701435332-3228790489300479798?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3228790489300479798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=3228790489300479798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/3228790489300479798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/3228790489300479798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/scarlet-fever.html' title='Scarlet Fever'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/-Iey23aSb4m4/TYaNdwESNcI/AAAAAAAAAd0/covc7cgCuHc/s72-c/DSC_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-5832581937872579605</id><published>2010-08-17T15:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:28:08.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nash At His Blessing And 2 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsJ8sy3W3I/AAAAAAAAAc8/WA8hGqSpWxE/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506505907811867506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsJ8sy3W3I/AAAAAAAAAc8/WA8hGqSpWxE/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsJ8ZsyeKI/AAAAAAAAAc0/NfnzRglrnoA/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506505902686107810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsJ8ZsyeKI/AAAAAAAAAc0/NfnzRglrnoA/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsJ7y17nBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PZNyKGkmj-4/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506505892255472658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsJ7y17nBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PZNyKGkmj-4/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsJ7r2101I/AAAAAAAAAck/_kCQlT8FuGo/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506505890380239698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsJ7r2101I/AAAAAAAAAck/_kCQlT8FuGo/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsJ7cjamDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lJgRl0Ma6y4/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506505886272231474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsJ7cjamDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lJgRl0Ma6y4/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's crazy how fast these last 2 months have gone. Nash is now 2 months old and 12 lbs. He is the biggest baby at 2 month I have ever had. It seems like the others finally hit 12 lbs at like 5 or 6 months. Little runts. Hopefully he will be a big boy. Anyways here are just a few pictures of him at his blessing with great grandma brown and grandma and grandpa brown. I am so lame at taking pictures and I wish I had some with my parents and family in them too. I will be better from now on. If you don't do it now you will be sad later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-5832581937872579605?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5832581937872579605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=5832581937872579605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5832581937872579605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5832581937872579605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/nash-at-his-blessing-and-2-months-old.html' title='Nash At His Blessing And 2 Months Old'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsJ8sy3W3I/AAAAAAAAAc8/WA8hGqSpWxE/s72-c/DSC_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-7949210266413296185</id><published>2010-08-17T15:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:54:13.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nash In His Bilibed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsCjADA9JI/AAAAAAAAAcU/X2Ip9hDqkhc/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506497769721885842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsCjADA9JI/AAAAAAAAAcU/X2Ip9hDqkhc/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsCi24HhZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/uvBWqYSUs9k/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506497767260259730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsCi24HhZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/uvBWqYSUs9k/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsCifyFukI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Mj_cpFuLeWo/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506497761060960834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsCifyFukI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Mj_cpFuLeWo/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsCh_Xl7II/AAAAAAAAAb8/3chW3mTGK4s/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506497752359890050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsCh_Xl7II/AAAAAAAAAb8/3chW3mTGK4s/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsChdf77yI/AAAAAAAAAb0/F5ueN1ybfcQ/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506497743268081442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsChdf77yI/AAAAAAAAAb0/F5ueN1ybfcQ/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Nash was born him red blood cells were out of control.  A normal newborns hemoglobin in supposed to be at around a 25 to 30. Nashs was at a 60. So part of the reason we had to stay in the hospital was his body not being able to break down the red blood cells effectively.  He had to be on a bilibed for 8 days after he got home. Then I had to take him into the IHC clinic for 8 days in a row to get his blood tested. With 4 kids and just me I wanted to die!  But it all worked out and he never had to go back up to the hospital.  But it was sad because he had to be in the bed as long as possible and only taken out to feed the put right back in. Sad for the first week home to not get held at all unless I was feeding him.  But he was good. I never knew how yellow he was until I looked at these pictures of him. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-7949210266413296185?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7949210266413296185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=7949210266413296185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7949210266413296185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7949210266413296185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/nash-in-his-bilibed.html' title='Nash In His Bilibed'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGsCjADA9JI/AAAAAAAAAcU/X2Ip9hDqkhc/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-7855734000838302304</id><published>2010-08-15T18:11:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:39:18.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Baby Boy, Nash Jenson Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGiERV3z54I/AAAAAAAAAbs/w4ysYlsuPQQ/s1600/NashDSC_8981B%26W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505795977924306818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGiERV3z54I/AAAAAAAAAbs/w4ysYlsuPQQ/s320/NashDSC_8981B%26W.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGiEQ-7gZEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Dc_fBdEijJk/s1600/NashDSC_8955vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505795971765789762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGiEQ-7gZEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Dc_fBdEijJk/s320/NashDSC_8955vintage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGiEQhYFI8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Jo4iIYMmil0/s1600/NashDSC_8946vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505795963832574914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGiEQhYFI8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Jo4iIYMmil0/s320/NashDSC_8946vintage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGiEP545WUI/AAAAAAAAAbU/kcR5nVv83tg/s1600/NashDSC_8930vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505795953232795970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGiEP545WUI/AAAAAAAAAbU/kcR5nVv83tg/s320/NashDSC_8930vintage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGiEPaHSHcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oQ6xjXPzHMQ/s1600/NashDSC_8910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505795944703204802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGiEPaHSHcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oQ6xjXPzHMQ/s320/NashDSC_8910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are just a few pictures my awesome sister in law took of our latest addition to our family, Nash Jenson Brown. He was born June 4Th 2010, 3 weeks early and a whopping 6 lbs. If he wouldn't have been born 3 weeks early he would have been huge! With every kid the birth weight has gone up 1 pound. This guy would have been at least an 8 pound baby. No thanks to that! I saw my sister have a 9 pound baby and it was amazing but all I have to say to that is, me neither!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bad thing about having him come so early was that his lungs were underdeveloped and had to spend 1 week in the NICU. It was horrible! But Trent and my family was awesome. They took care of my kids the whole time so I could stay at the hospital with the baby. I have such an awesome family and I love them all so much. Anyways Nash has been a blessing to our family and I guess for now we will keep him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the top picture is missing Hudson because he was throwing a fit and didn't want to sit down to be in the picture. What a little stinker. But my sister in law is such an amazing photographer and I just think the world of her. Thanks so much Alicia for always being so willing to help others out I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-7855734000838302304?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7855734000838302304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=7855734000838302304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7855734000838302304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7855734000838302304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-new-baby-boy-nash-jenson-brown.html' title='Our New Baby Boy, Nash Jenson Brown'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/TGiERV3z54I/AAAAAAAAAbs/w4ysYlsuPQQ/s72-c/NashDSC_8981B%26W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-4876288407335059774</id><published>2010-02-27T12:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:42:23.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Broken Bone</title><content type='html'>We finally had our first broken bone. It is a surprise to me too.  Trent thinks I play way too rough with the kids and all I ever say to him is" They like it. That is the way I grew up and I never broke anything." But about a week ago he way playing on the couch and threw himself backwards like he often does and for some reason stuck his arm behind him. It was a freak thing, but he broke his elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was it was on a Saturday and the insta-care had just closed so we had to go to the emergency room. He had to be in a splint until Tuesday. The doctor said that the brake was okay but if he tripped and fell on it that he would for sure have to have surgery. So for 3 day I was right next to him making sure he stayed on his feet. What a chore that was. He is a busy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say he got his cast and he will have it on for three weeks and then back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few pictures of him with the splint and then the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S4lzzHX4VfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/tcxtheglKBY/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443008946643686898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S4lzzHX4VfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/tcxtheglKBY/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S4lzykVN5bI/AAAAAAAAAa8/4whVqyJyKW8/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443008937237276082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S4lzykVN5bI/AAAAAAAAAa8/4whVqyJyKW8/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S4lzx2JDEpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/MiibHG4cIHw/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443008924838204050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S4lzx2JDEpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/MiibHG4cIHw/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S4lzxXYR_2I/AAAAAAAAAas/PJZK8m1KJrU/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443008916580597602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S4lzxXYR_2I/AAAAAAAAAas/PJZK8m1KJrU/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S4lzwuoxzkI/AAAAAAAAAak/9ivBfDrE02o/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443008905643937346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S4lzwuoxzkI/AAAAAAAAAak/9ivBfDrE02o/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-4876288407335059774?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4876288407335059774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=4876288407335059774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4876288407335059774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4876288407335059774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-first-broken-bone.html' title='Our First Broken Bone'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S4lzzHX4VfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/tcxtheglKBY/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-4002296205521842646</id><published>2010-01-27T15:16:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:38:48.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Start</title><content type='html'>K so it has been forever since I have blogged but once you get so far behind you are pretty much screwed. So I decided to just start from now. Christmas was, I am sure the same as every ones. We opened presents and hung out with family. Too many toys with nowhere to put them.  New years eve was good but Trent was soo sick he stayed in out room for three days. I spend the night with neighbors and partied without him. Sucky. But I did check on him and get him sprite every hour. Boys are such babies. And the latest news was Harlee had lice last week. It was the most horrible thing that has ever happened to me. It wasn't even me but I almost died. First of all I was sooooo embarrassed about the whole thing. Second it made me feel like my house was infested with them and for those of you who know me and my OCD I lost it. Third when I lived in Egypt as a kid I loved to hold the stray puppies and I got flees. It was traumatic. I had to sit in the bathroom all alone for 3 hours covered in special shampoo. Plus they bite. My mom always tells me the story and laughs because she said I was crying and yelling for her to just let me die.  Girls are such drama. Harlee was so good about everything. She sat on the kitchen table for 5 hours twice while me and my sister Em went through her hair and picked out all the bugs. Never said a word. She rocked! If it wouldn't have been for Em I would have had a nervous break down for sure. But I am glad it is all over and we are back to normal other than the vacuuming ever morning and night, laundry,  and checking hair for the next two weeks just to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways here are just a few pics of Christmas at my house with awesome fam. I will be much better at taking pictures and blogging. It is nice to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S2C87_VyMeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2fbYTQxbw0I/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431548889409925602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S2C87_VyMeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2fbYTQxbw0I/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S2C87U3rnhI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TMFY6PS7akQ/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431548878009376274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S2C87U3rnhI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TMFY6PS7akQ/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S2C86sHMKqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/qfS-0wLec7A/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431548867068570274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S2C86sHMKqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/qfS-0wLec7A/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S2C86G_becI/AAAAAAAAAZc/URiN3WFE7Qc/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431548857103907266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S2C86G_becI/AAAAAAAAAZc/URiN3WFE7Qc/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S2C85vQutQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/q55A7ddlAHA/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431548850734019842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S2C85vQutQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/q55A7ddlAHA/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/3261460640701435332-4002296205521842646?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4002296205521842646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=4002296205521842646' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4002296205521842646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4002296205521842646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-start.html' title='New Start'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/S2C87_VyMeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2fbYTQxbw0I/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-2041550520829265453</id><published>2009-11-08T17:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:13:02.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the retirement home. Boo ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Svdo8MMglUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/e49mzfnwvM4/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401901661329331522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Svdo8MMglUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/e49mzfnwvM4/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  Us over at my parents having fun! The girls got to hand out candy and see&lt;br /&gt;            great grandma Spencer. They love going to grandparents houses! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;There is&lt;/span&gt; always&lt;br /&gt;           good food and lots of love!!! If the saying is true you grow up to look just like your mom&lt;br /&gt;                                     I am in luck. My mom is beautiful inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Svdo78HPzLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3GXi3_gw_S4/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401901657012292786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Svdo78HPzLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3GXi3_gw_S4/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Trick or treating at my grandmas retirement home! They give out the best candy!&lt;br /&gt;        They were all worried about swine flue so we had to were masks! Cute little grannies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Svdo7fGsJjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/-yM5B-kt0r0/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401901649225328178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Svdo7fGsJjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/-yM5B-kt0r0/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           Hudson hated me having a mask on. Every time I put it on he freaked out! Little baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Svdo6yUB4OI/AAAAAAAAAY0/VKLtiRpM55A/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401901637201682658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Svdo6yUB4OI/AAAAAAAAAY0/VKLtiRpM55A/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      Hudson was Dracula! He loved getting dressed and showing off! He is his daddies son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Svdo6nSpnRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Fz3sHYU4GNY/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401901634243108114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Svdo6nSpnRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Fz3sHYU4GNY/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What in the heck did Trent and I do to get girls that love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheer leading&lt;/span&gt; and princesses. You wouldn't think I like it but I do. I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remembered&lt;/span&gt; all the girls who were cheerleaders in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt; high and high school had no problems getting dates! So bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-2041550520829265453?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2041550520829265453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=2041550520829265453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/2041550520829265453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/2041550520829265453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-at-retirement-home-boo-ya.html' title='Fun at the retirement home. Boo ya!'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Svdo8MMglUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/e49mzfnwvM4/s72-c/DSC_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-1587481283432641091</id><published>2009-09-11T14:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:40:33.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SqqylmBwrlI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_DbxwAGNbVk/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380309063780314706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SqqylmBwrlI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_DbxwAGNbVk/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sqqyk9lEjXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/aRUkjs4wtp4/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380309052922563954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sqqyk9lEjXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/aRUkjs4wtp4/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SqqykTilmAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ofhurWOG5zg/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380309041637857282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SqqykTilmAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ofhurWOG5zg/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SqqyjwbfxsI/AAAAAAAAAYM/kvz0oLaCbzg/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380309032212874946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SqqyjwbfxsI/AAAAAAAAAYM/kvz0oLaCbzg/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SqqyjBqM3KI/AAAAAAAAAYE/c0lElvcF2Vk/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380309019658083490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SqqyjBqM3KI/AAAAAAAAAYE/c0lElvcF2Vk/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weeks ago Harlee and Preslie were in a dance recital. It was so darn funny! These pictures are funny. I wish I had a video of them both. I just loved their outfits. They both had been taking dance lessons from our neighbor all summer long and right before summer ended they had a recital. They both did so good. Preslie was in a class of three and she knew almost the whole dance. Even though it seems like she is not listening she really is. I laughed by butt off while she danced. The song they danced to was a gummy bear song. She loved dancing and in a million years I never thought my kids would love to dance. Trent hates that they love dancing and all cheerleader stuff,  but I love it. I just hope they love even just one sport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harlee was in a class of like 5 and she was so cute. They danced to a Taylor Swift song and she loved it. She did such a great job dancing.  Harlee and Preslie walk around the house singing her songs so I know Harlee loved dancing to them. Both girls ask me to play her CD all the time. It was fun to see what they both had learned all summer. I am glad that they both had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-1587481283432641091?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1587481283432641091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=1587481283432641091' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/1587481283432641091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/1587481283432641091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/dance-recital.html' title='Dance Recital'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SqqylmBwrlI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_DbxwAGNbVk/s72-c/DSC_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-5512304974879347879</id><published>2009-09-11T14:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:20:02.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sqqutkgb8zI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OsrSxz97rNI/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380304802764550962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sqqutkgb8zI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OsrSxz97rNI/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sqqus12MzKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/VLPLXRVjv3s/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380304790239366306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sqqus12MzKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/VLPLXRVjv3s/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SqquscwydkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0LEdIdN5IDg/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380304783505782338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SqquscwydkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0LEdIdN5IDg/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe that both my girls are in school. It is such a wonderful time in my life. What can I do for three hours twice a week when both Harlee and Preslie are in school? Whatever I want. Well almost, I still have Hudson home but he is usually taking a nap so lucky me. I can get a lot of cleaning done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely love spending time with just Hudson. He is so funny. It is fun to just sit and watch him grow up and learn new things. Then when Harlee is in school and Pres is home she is a different girl. She is sweet and kind and listens to what I am teaching her. They are all so different one on one. Not like when Pres  and Har are home together it is crazy. I bet there is as much yelling as there is laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know everyone says it a lot but they really do grow up fast! Enjoy them while they are young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-5512304974879347879?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5512304974879347879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=5512304974879347879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5512304974879347879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5512304974879347879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day Of School'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sqqutkgb8zI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OsrSxz97rNI/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-1333123413303077840</id><published>2009-08-16T21:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:04:42.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun At The Zoo!</title><content type='html'>Trent and I took the kids to the zoo a week ago and had a blast. I hate that the zoo has no hippos. They are my favorite animal. I have no idea why but I loves me some hippos. The funny guy in the picture is our neighbor Justyn. He is so funny. When ever we go somewhere and Trent can't go he is my backup Trent. haha. Him and his wife are so sweet to help with the crazy kiddos. The weather was so awesome the day we went. I think that is one reason it was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SojU9Jg3tbI/AAAAAAAAAXk/BhsOOcJNmDg/s1600-h/CIMG1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370776702630213042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SojU9Jg3tbI/AAAAAAAAAXk/BhsOOcJNmDg/s320/CIMG1305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SojU8hurUoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/eWkjfakkwtA/s1600-h/CIMG1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370776691950703234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SojU8hurUoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/eWkjfakkwtA/s320/CIMG1295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SojU8X6v83I/AAAAAAAAAXU/6DO4Ug3wvyU/s1600-h/CIMG1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370776689316983666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SojU8X6v83I/AAAAAAAAAXU/6DO4Ug3wvyU/s320/CIMG1293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SojU79cyfMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gzN-llDlPkk/s1600-h/CIMG1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370776682211998914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SojU79cyfMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gzN-llDlPkk/s320/CIMG1287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SojU7YCCJMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/BVqxNfD5o0M/s1600-h/CIMG1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370776672167666882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SojU7YCCJMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/BVqxNfD5o0M/s320/CIMG1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/3261460640701435332-1333123413303077840?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1333123413303077840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=1333123413303077840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/1333123413303077840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/1333123413303077840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-at-zoo.html' title='Fun At The Zoo!'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SojU9Jg3tbI/AAAAAAAAAXk/BhsOOcJNmDg/s72-c/CIMG1305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-7190901374563390115</id><published>2009-08-13T10:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:30:36.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Harlee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SoQ92I2-kTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZdWXKXTUtf0/s1600-h/CIMG1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369484656032780594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SoQ92I2-kTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZdWXKXTUtf0/s320/CIMG1319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SoQ91hIWe6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/TY_4qKxmDfI/s1600-h/CIMG1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369484645368232866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SoQ91hIWe6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/TY_4qKxmDfI/s320/CIMG1275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SoQ91EwCG4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/f9ovDCdx33s/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369484637750041474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SoQ91EwCG4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/f9ovDCdx33s/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SoQ90m-rG6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/L9mrxIkvaeo/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369484629758385058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SoQ90m-rG6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/L9mrxIkvaeo/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SoQ90EZv3qI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Gn89OL7GfKg/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369484620476702370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SoQ90EZv3qI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Gn89OL7GfKg/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; I just wanted to tell you how much daddy and I love you! We are so proud of the girl you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt;. You have such a special mission here on earth, and we are so lucky to be a part of it. We can't wait to see what comes next. Always remember to be kind to everyone and have GRACE in every situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-7190901374563390115?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7190901374563390115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=7190901374563390115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7190901374563390115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7190901374563390115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-harlee.html' title='Happy Birthday Harlee'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SoQ92I2-kTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZdWXKXTUtf0/s72-c/CIMG1319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-6029834918386405878</id><published>2009-08-08T17:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:35:52.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some summer stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sn4J61PLv-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/SBd-Qndd2gQ/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367738712200036322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sn4J61PLv-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/SBd-Qndd2gQ/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a picture of Hudson after he fell down the stairs. It was so funny because once it scabbed up a little boy at church asked why he had beef jerky on his nose. It really looked like he did. The girls thought that was so funny they kept asking me to tell the story about the boy at church who said that funny thing about Hud. Silly girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sn4J6L2725I/AAAAAAAAAWM/O8RewIFj1z0/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367738701092477842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sn4J6L2725I/AAAAAAAAAWM/O8RewIFj1z0/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor little guy had this scab for like two weeks. Just as it was getting ready to heal he went and fell again and scraped it even worse. Where do my kids get the clumsiness from? Not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sn4J5cip9uI/AAAAAAAAAWE/R_iXQy8tNVk/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367738688390952674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sn4J5cip9uI/AAAAAAAAAWE/R_iXQy8tNVk/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever since my sister Emily has moved in this is what she does to my girls. She is so funny and the girls love it. But Pres has such thin hair the hairspray just can't quite hold in the poof and curl. But man she looks so cute for those five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sn4J47W1ppI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rFmkzxIKfrA/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367738679483016850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sn4J47W1ppI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rFmkzxIKfrA/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a few cute pictures of the kids in daddy's clothes. They love dressing up in his clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sn4J4gUVarI/AAAAAAAAAV0/cgG27Jk0foo/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367738672224758450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sn4J4gUVarI/AAAAAAAAAV0/cgG27Jk0foo/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sisters are the best! Who did they learn that pose from? I know Emily. My sister poses just like them. She always looks like she is modeling for a magazine. Work it girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-6029834918386405878?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6029834918386405878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=6029834918386405878' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/6029834918386405878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/6029834918386405878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-some-summer-stuff.html' title='Just some summer stuff.'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sn4J61PLv-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/SBd-Qndd2gQ/s72-c/DSC_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-8916928652813374591</id><published>2009-06-16T23:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:24:31.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever right?</title><content type='html'>It seems like forever since I have posted anything but here is why? Hudson Had surgery 4 days after his birthday and it has been a little crazy since. It took him about 3 weeks to really get back to my sweet little Hudson. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; had graduation from preschool and is now moving on to kindergarten. Wow does time fly of what! I know people say it a lot but it seems like just yesterday I had her. They grow up way to fast and don't even ask.  Anyway here are a few pictures of the last month. Oh and Trent and I are playing soccer 4 night a week and softball one night a week. So forget about any free time in the evening to blog. Sorry! But we love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiBqZOS2nI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wvVFQzSEkhY/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348167122827795058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiBqZOS2nI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wvVFQzSEkhY/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             This is the first time he sat up all by himself. Cute little sad man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiBqCdDEgI/AAAAAAAAAU8/KrINVIuoPpU/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348167116715659778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiBqCdDEgI/AAAAAAAAAU8/KrINVIuoPpU/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          This is him laying in his bed. I was afraid to take him out. I didn't want to hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiBp-BhNWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/lWaG3sKmKEA/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348167115526452578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiBp-BhNWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/lWaG3sKmKEA/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hated to see him sit up but if he didn't get to he freaked and tried to sit up. That hurt him way more so I just let him do what ever he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiBpWHrsiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-Z_epHMlmm0/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348167104814887458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiBpWHrsiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-Z_epHMlmm0/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was him in the recovery room. I just sobbed when I saw him. He didn't look like the Hudson I was used to. He was so swollen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;groggy&lt;/span&gt;. It just broke my heart to see him like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiBpEwjiuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/zsErAmKtEL8/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348167100154481378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiBpEwjiuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/zsErAmKtEL8/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was his bed he spent the whole day in. He wanted me to hold him but they wouldn't let me for the first few hours. I was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Just sit and watch him cry and not get to hold him and love him better. He just needed his mommy! Jerks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiAPEtdSCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lw6LJM4ZBAc/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348165553953261602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiAPEtdSCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lw6LJM4ZBAc/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anesthesiologist&lt;/span&gt; taking him back to surgery. I hate that part. It is probably the worst part, well the second worst part. The worst part is the recovery room. They are so sad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;groggy&lt;/span&gt;, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiAOj0L87I/AAAAAAAAAUU/yRQ8owA15lM/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348165545123115954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiAOj0L87I/AAAAAAAAAUU/yRQ8owA15lM/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is him waiting to go to surgery. What a funny little dude. He loved standing on that&lt;br /&gt;freaky little bed. He had no idea what was about to happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiAOcWqt5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/aRy_DE1esCI/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348165543120254866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiAOcWqt5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/aRy_DE1esCI/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       Here he is in the waiting room to get the green light on the surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiAN0woIyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QRg7fDPyXnQ/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348165532491719458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiAN0woIyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QRg7fDPyXnQ/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how they have so many fun toys in the waiting room. I think it is so mean to let them play and then take them away minutes later and cut them open. Sick people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiANnXPQpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/W7Ki3IIqfug/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348165528895570578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiANnXPQpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/W7Ki3IIqfug/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    Just one last picture of us happy for one of the last times for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh-BTQGSFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ClimOk6kAVg/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348163118315227218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh-BTQGSFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ClimOk6kAVg/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay so on a lighter note &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; had graduation and it was so cute! Her pictures make me laugh. She was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Swiss&lt;/span&gt; girl in the play and had to hold hands with a boy. She laughed when ever anyone asked her about it. How crazy is it that I have a daughter that is 4 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; boy crazy. I guess it happened just like my mom always said "One day you are going to have a daughter just like you" Thanks a lot mom now I have tow. One that loves boys and one that  needs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ritalin&lt;/span&gt;. Just kiddin. It is a good thing they are so darn cute and keep me laughing all the time! Plus they still love my hugs and kisses. I am just thankful I have a sweet little mamas boy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuddle&lt;/span&gt; still. For now he is just my little love bug. Hopefully he stays that way. Here are a few pictures of her big day. Man she is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh-BJpILKI/AAAAAAAAATs/cCjeewTjSPw/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348163115735854242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh-BJpILKI/AAAAAAAAATs/cCjeewTjSPw/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Her and her Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh-ArF91xI/AAAAAAAAATk/1xlgJc94HJs/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348163107535312658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh-ArF91xI/AAAAAAAAATk/1xlgJc94HJs/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pres being Pres. She always has a smile on her face. It makes you think she so sweet. She is, but when she smiles like that I know she is thinking about something crazy she can get into. Love that little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh-AGHwY9I/AAAAAAAAATc/ATrEjbSZ_3c/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348163097610707922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh-AGHwY9I/AAAAAAAAATc/ATrEjbSZ_3c/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh9_6shn5I/AAAAAAAAATU/3IY3eppSDeY/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348163094543703954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh9_6shn5I/AAAAAAAAATU/3IY3eppSDeY/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hud&lt;/span&gt; three days after surgery with grandpa Boyd. He was so sweet to come and see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Har&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh8lmvAidI/AAAAAAAAATM/LK9aTStmHXQ/s1600-h/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348161542997182930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh8lmvAidI/AAAAAAAAATM/LK9aTStmHXQ/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and day also came and watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Har&lt;/span&gt;. They are always so good to come and support the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;. The kids are so lucky to have such amazing grandparents on both sides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh8lQp0WaI/AAAAAAAAATE/dOnFttyYkBE/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348161537069832610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh8lQp0WaI/AAAAAAAAATE/dOnFttyYkBE/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Me and my beautiful mom and sis. Thanks aunt Em and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;uncle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt; for coming. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Har&lt;/span&gt; Loved it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh8k9mXEcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/I4aVBCBrums/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348161531955057090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh8k9mXEcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/I4aVBCBrums/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh8kqAqzhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/r_umJZfEROE/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348161526696693266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh8kqAqzhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/r_umJZfEROE/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh8kMVTX9I/AAAAAAAAASs/-Iey1PkpBNI/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348161518730174418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Sjh8kMVTX9I/AAAAAAAAASs/-Iey1PkpBNI/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Har&lt;/span&gt; singing her songs with all her friends and sucking her thumb! I sure hope that stops some time soon. I am sure it won't but a mom can hope right? Anyways it was a  fun day. Thanks everyone who came. We love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-8916928652813374591?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8916928652813374591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=8916928652813374591' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/8916928652813374591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/8916928652813374591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever-right.html' title='Forever right?'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SjiBqZOS2nI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wvVFQzSEkhY/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-4689780250342562625</id><published>2009-05-10T21:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:56:34.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Little Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgemMm3yxxI/AAAAAAAAASk/STimWLqn9_I/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334415019166844690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgemMm3yxxI/AAAAAAAAASk/STimWLqn9_I/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgemMTVCnxI/AAAAAAAAASc/6OEAdrKmAxU/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334415013920808722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgemMTVCnxI/AAAAAAAAASc/6OEAdrKmAxU/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgemMLOohSI/AAAAAAAAASU/4gzRrD_AGns/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334415011746448674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgemMLOohSI/AAAAAAAAASU/4gzRrD_AGns/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgemL0mASBI/AAAAAAAAASM/Zr7NxoiNiYs/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334415005670459410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgemL0mASBI/AAAAAAAAASM/Zr7NxoiNiYs/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgemLv1pWHI/AAAAAAAAASE/nosdsAaqD04/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334415004393887858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgemLv1pWHI/AAAAAAAAASE/nosdsAaqD04/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hudson's&lt;/span&gt; birthday and all my family got together to celebrate. It was awesome because we got to celebrate mothers day to. Man when he gets married he is going to hate sharing his birthday with his wife. Well maybe it will be great because he also gets a gift on mothers day. Anyways I just wanted to tell everyone thanks for the gifts and thanks for coming. We all are so lucky to have such a close family. The party was great. These are just a couple pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HUD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opening&lt;/span&gt; his presents and eating his cake. He did much better this time with the cake. I also wanted to tell Hudson how much we love and adore him. I could not imagine my life without his special spirit. He was sent to us for a reason. My kids are my pride and joy and I thank my heavenly father for them every night. My husband &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; that bad either. I hope you had a great day. Cant wait for the years to come and watching you grow up. Love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-4689780250342562625?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4689780250342562625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=4689780250342562625' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4689780250342562625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4689780250342562625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-little-buddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Little Buddy'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgemMm3yxxI/AAAAAAAAASk/STimWLqn9_I/s72-c/DSC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-540018332109876000</id><published>2009-05-10T21:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:58:23.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hudsons Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgegGrtuQaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6uEmnKTSlFQ/s1600-h/DSC_3631blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408320317800866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgegGrtuQaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6uEmnKTSlFQ/s320/DSC_3631blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgegGcVU9OI/AAAAAAAAAR0/f9OKksa5rt4/s1600-h/DSC_3599blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408316188947682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgegGcVU9OI/AAAAAAAAAR0/f9OKksa5rt4/s320/DSC_3599blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgegGOYjQgI/AAAAAAAAARs/3DT7iedkkBY/s1600-h/DSC_3594blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408312444371458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgegGOYjQgI/AAAAAAAAARs/3DT7iedkkBY/s320/DSC_3594blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgegF1kRVSI/AAAAAAAAARk/mc-LbdvAbA8/s1600-h/DSC_3569-1blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408305782641954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgegF1kRVSI/AAAAAAAAARk/mc-LbdvAbA8/s320/DSC_3569-1blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgegFsc6U0I/AAAAAAAAARc/Ut0_26v61wU/s1600-h/DSC_3563-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408303335854914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgegFsc6U0I/AAAAAAAAARc/Ut0_26v61wU/s320/DSC_3563-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so lucky to have a sister in law who is an amazing photographer. She did such a great job taking these pictures and Hudson had fun to. At most places the kids hate getting their pictures taken but at my sisters house Hudson had a blast. She has done pictures for my friends to and they all say how much fun it was. Thank you so much Alicia for doing these pictures for us. We love you to death and appreciate everything you guys do for us. These are some of my favorite pictures. The funny thing was Hudson was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of the giant cupcake and cried the whole time yet Alicia managed to get some cute pictures. I don't know how all I know is that she rocks.  He must get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of cake thing from Trent because I have never met a cake I wasn't best friends with. Me and cake know each other well and are in love. Sorry Trent I have always been this way. I just hope it does not catch up with me. Oh well if it does I will always love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-540018332109876000?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/540018332109876000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=540018332109876000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/540018332109876000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/540018332109876000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/hudsons-birthday.html' title='Hudsons Birthday'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SgegGrtuQaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6uEmnKTSlFQ/s72-c/DSC_3631blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-8373646555192415701</id><published>2009-04-13T17:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:21:34.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SePGyGYLSCI/AAAAAAAAARU/csuVA9dFNCo/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317748489832482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SePGyGYLSCI/AAAAAAAAARU/csuVA9dFNCo/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SePGx76zz0I/AAAAAAAAARM/pd5ZgAz5uOc/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317745682304834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SePGx76zz0I/AAAAAAAAARM/pd5ZgAz5uOc/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SePGxtJrIpI/AAAAAAAAARE/v-MhioFyh8U/s1600-h/20050116-easter_2009-17%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317741718119058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SePGxtJrIpI/AAAAAAAAARE/v-MhioFyh8U/s320/20050116-easter_2009-17%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SePGxZjd5VI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/OWC0ydQMLGk/s1600-h/20090408-Oliver-6%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317736457594194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SePGxZjd5VI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/OWC0ydQMLGk/s320/20090408-Oliver-6%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SePGxSV5aQI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ege_0ZgyQT4/s1600-h/20050116-easter_2009-13%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317734521628930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SePGxSV5aQI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ege_0ZgyQT4/s320/20050116-easter_2009-13%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last couple weeks we have not really done much. We are finishing our basement for my sister Emily to move into. That has taken up most of our free time. The last week I went to St. George with my sisters. We had so much fun other than the fact I got everyone sick and forgot my camera. I felt like such a jerk for getting everyone sick. I had to steel these pictures from my sister in law Alicia because I had no camera. Sorry girl. We had so much fun swimming at the pool. My awesome sisters took my girls hiking and put together an Easter egg hunt. Brave girls to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Preslie hiking&lt;/span&gt;. She is a crazy one. Thanks for a great trip ladies my kids had such a blast. Oh and here are a few pictures of the kids in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; stuff right before church. They had just showered so their hear is wet. They looked cuter after I did their hair but of course I forgot to take another picture. I am such a bad mom but at least I got one picture of them together right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-8373646555192415701?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8373646555192415701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=8373646555192415701' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/8373646555192415701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/8373646555192415701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SePGyGYLSCI/AAAAAAAAARU/csuVA9dFNCo/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-4807800307263081301</id><published>2009-03-25T21:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:43:17.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Perfect Size Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Scr3xYRJuUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5r2_z6_pIB0/s1600-h/j14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317334737764333890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Scr3xYRJuUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5r2_z6_pIB0/s320/j14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Scr3w_sZ-FI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LwpwLNiRgeE/s1600-h/j13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317334731167758418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Scr3w_sZ-FI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LwpwLNiRgeE/s320/j13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Scr3wcbUvKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gvmEVxbDZ28/s1600-h/j10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317334721700871330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Scr3wcbUvKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gvmEVxbDZ28/s320/j10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Scr3wUWqHjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BY_CGDhF5V0/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317334719533817394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Scr3wUWqHjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BY_CGDhF5V0/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Scr3vtbPMNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ueyUrMGR6tY/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317334709084041426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Scr3vtbPMNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ueyUrMGR6tY/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wouldn't this bad be the perfect size for carry on. It is big enough to fit a small child in but small enough to carry on your back. The other night we got bored and the kids were carrying this bag around with all their toys in it. The back pack is so big the thing drags on the floor when it is full and the kids backs look like they are going to brake. It is so funny to watch. So the other night we all got bored and wanted to see if it was big enough to fit the kids in. These are just a few of the pictures of us trying. Drake was not loving it. It is written all over his face. Hudson didn't mind it at all. He fit right in like a glove. I think if we ever went on a trip where we had to go on a plane I would use this for Hudson. That would be okay right? Plus it is really pretty and the girls would fight to carry it so I wouldn't really have to do much at all. Sounds like my kind of trip!  Oh and the last picture is of Pres trying so hard to fit in the bag. She really wanted it to zip up and it so was not happening. Sorry Pres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-4807800307263081301?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4807800307263081301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=4807800307263081301' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4807800307263081301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4807800307263081301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-perfect-size-bag.html' title='What A Perfect Size Bag'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/Scr3xYRJuUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5r2_z6_pIB0/s72-c/j14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-1272568321815123596</id><published>2009-03-21T21:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:51:07.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Any Pictures Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bandearnold.blogspot.com/2009/03/attention-everyone.html"&gt;Attention Everyone!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post from my sister-in-laws blog....so read it and get entered into the drawing!! She has done all of our family pictures! Several of you have told me how much you love all our pictures so here is your chance to get your child's pictures done!! She is amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am celebrating the one year Birthday of Alicia Kinne Photography, and you get the gift!! If you have a little guy or gal turning one and want their pictures taken this offer is for you!! Take advantage while I am building my Birthday Bash portfolio. Bring a cake and let your little monkey tear into it and get some unforgettable pictures. Just leave a comment on my photography blog {&lt;a href="http://aliciakinnephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;click here}&lt;/a&gt;and 3 lucky winners will be chosen at random in 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;What will be your present?&lt;br /&gt;You will receive a free session a($100.00 value) and a huge discount on a image released CD, the best 15-20 images edited and retouched for only $50.00.&lt;br /&gt;Session will include trashing the cake and more traditional pictures so bring your favorite outfit and a birthday cake!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for helping me celebrate my first birthday and for all of you who have supported my passion of photography!!&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind I live in Davis County and you will need to travel to my home.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have your own busy one year old?? Tell a friend or family member everyone loves free stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-1272568321815123596?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1272568321815123596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=1272568321815123596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/1272568321815123596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/1272568321815123596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/need-any-pictures-done.html' title='Need Any Pictures Done'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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-3261460640701435332.post-7080230687388232268</id><published>2009-03-17T17:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:23:42.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is It With The Boys In This Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/ScAuSOscJwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/aTUX3w_xuzA/s1600-h/j18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314298451014199042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/ScAuSOscJwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/aTUX3w_xuzA/s320/j18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/ScAuRjvDA-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/e1txc0YIQI8/s1600-h/j17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314298439482409954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/ScAuRjvDA-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/e1txc0YIQI8/s320/j17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/ScAuRMltwxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wQP_ZAcSN3k/s1600-h/j5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314298433269252882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/ScAuRMltwxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wQP_ZAcSN3k/s320/j5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/ScAuQJC19jI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UsMFP7wO3-A/s1600-h/j4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314298415137814066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/ScAuQJC19jI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UsMFP7wO3-A/s320/j4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/ScAuP9vBQwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9VcNj17qCHk/s1600-h/j3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314298412101878530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/ScAuP9vBQwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9VcNj17qCHk/s320/j3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is wrong with all the men in this family? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sware&lt;/span&gt; every time I turn around they have something in their mouth. Whether it is Trent with the TV remote in his mouth or Hudson with anything in his mouth I can't stand it. Seriously in the last few years we have gone through three TV remotes because Trent puts them in his mouth while he watches TV and chews on them. It looks like he is literally eating it. He says he isn't but is really looks like he is. And Hudson finds the littlest toys we have but not small enough to swallow, puts them in his mouth and crawls around &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;drewling&lt;/span&gt; because he cant shut his mouth or swallow. He is such a dork but he is just like his daddy. Is he cute or what? These are just some examples of what I am talking about. I had a couple of pictures of the TV remote but I thought it might embarrass Trent so I will keep those for later. Got to love that Trent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-7080230687388232268?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7080230687388232268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=7080230687388232268' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7080230687388232268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7080230687388232268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-it-with-boys-in-this-family.html' title='What Is It With The Boys In This Family'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/ScAuSOscJwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/aTUX3w_xuzA/s72-c/j18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-6150734600318525614</id><published>2009-03-09T17:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:13:02.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SbWgxX88PGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/26gi_ynR7SY/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311328105657023586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SbWgxX88PGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/26gi_ynR7SY/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SbWgwkxPWXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/IetSBkXPMdU/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311328091917736306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SbWgwkxPWXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/IetSBkXPMdU/s320/17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SbWgwKIvLZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/51WBO6QjGSY/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311328084768533906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SbWgwKIvLZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/51WBO6QjGSY/s320/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SbWgv4nLBhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZD0LI5XvnWU/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311328080064349714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SbWgv4nLBhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZD0LI5XvnWU/s320/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SbWgvT6g4jI/AAAAAAAAAOM/OEf7F2vqLmE/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311328070213362226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SbWgvT6g4jI/AAAAAAAAAOM/OEf7F2vqLmE/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am such a jerk! This is the first year that my kids have ever played out in the snow. I know how could that be you say? I just don't really like the snow myself so I never thought they would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ether&lt;/span&gt;. I was so wrong. They loved it. And then I got to thinking I to loved it as a kid. So from now on I will get them snow clothes and let them go outside more often. Sad enough I have never bought them clothes so good thing aunt Alicia and aunt Kristi have given me things over the years that they could use. Thanks girls you guys rock. These are just a few funny pictures of them playing and having fun together. I have never seen them be so nice to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.:) Hudson and I watched from the window and Daddy plowed the driveway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-6150734600318525614?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6150734600318525614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=6150734600318525614' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/6150734600318525614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/6150734600318525614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-in-snow.html' title='Fun in the snow!'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SbWgxX88PGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/26gi_ynR7SY/s72-c/12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-8510552605107299211</id><published>2009-03-05T13:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:08:20.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid People!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdaJaUZ4j38" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdaJaUZ4j38&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is a video of the stupid things people do when they are double dog dared.&lt;br /&gt;Trent and I are finishing our basement because my sis Em is going to move in. We had a lovesack downstairs because we had no room for it upstairs. Trent insisted that we move it so that it did not get ruined. He wanted to put it in our room but I could not have it there because it took up so much space so we decided to put it at the bottom of the stairs. So the kids have been jumping on to it for the last few days. They have a blast. The other night we had a few friends over for dinner and afterwards we sat and watched the kids jump onto the bean bag and then somehow I got dared. Double dog dared that is. If you know the Browns we never back down from a dare. Needless to say our friend got a video of it and put it on YouTube so here it is. I had no idea there was that many stupid people on YouTube. Funny stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-8510552605107299211?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8510552605107299211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=8510552605107299211' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/8510552605107299211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/8510552605107299211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-people.html' title='Stupid People!'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-7350915482692663890</id><published>2009-02-25T22:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:31:47.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SaYoY-kO1HI/AAAAAAAAANw/6CZtEp4-USc/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306973620479644786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SaYoY-kO1HI/AAAAAAAAANw/6CZtEp4-USc/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SaYoYll2TyI/AAAAAAAAANo/VdX2J8XXn8s/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306973613775540002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SaYoYll2TyI/AAAAAAAAANo/VdX2J8XXn8s/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SaYoYdxlWuI/AAAAAAAAANg/AthkqP_kPcI/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306973611677276898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SaYoYdxlWuI/AAAAAAAAANg/AthkqP_kPcI/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SaYoYA2HevI/AAAAAAAAANY/pIQ7kpl3oPA/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306973603911662322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SaYoYA2HevI/AAAAAAAAANY/pIQ7kpl3oPA/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love it when my kids fall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt; doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; things. This is how I found her on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night at about 7. She is so funny because she is such a night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;owl&lt;/span&gt; and she must have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; tired to first fall asleep at seven and second fall asleep on top of a desk with no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pillows&lt;/span&gt; or anything. When I picked her up she was so mad because she said her face hurt from the wood. Well DUH! Any ways I just thought this was funny and had to put some pictures up of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-7350915482692663890?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7350915482692663890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=7350915482692663890' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7350915482692663890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7350915482692663890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/poor-thing.html' title='Poor Thing'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SaYoY-kO1HI/AAAAAAAAANw/6CZtEp4-USc/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-2880761943619252507</id><published>2009-02-13T15:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:51:15.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DORKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SZX4ZGcvVeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b1XJRhllsio/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302417246410200546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SZX4ZGcvVeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b1XJRhllsio/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SZX4YyMoXGI/AAAAAAAAANI/TKYQnbX1jUk/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302417240973925474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SZX4YyMoXGI/AAAAAAAAANI/TKYQnbX1jUk/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SZX4Yqaa0FI/AAAAAAAAANA/Qwx3ZAYrTPI/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302417238884274258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SZX4Yqaa0FI/AAAAAAAAANA/Qwx3ZAYrTPI/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SZX4YLT7ziI/AAAAAAAAAM4/C6__6LrLHs0/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302417230535577122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SZX4YLT7ziI/AAAAAAAAAM4/C6__6LrLHs0/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SZX4XxxwRYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gu7ZFTcz7u8/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302417223681328514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SZX4XxxwRYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gu7ZFTcz7u8/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two dorks just love to dress up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in princess&lt;/span&gt; stuff!!! I was sitting out in the front room with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chels&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Har&lt;/span&gt; came out dressed like this. Her dress was tucked in her panties. Sometimes she make me laugh so hard and then of course her sister has to do what ever she does. It is so funny how kids feed off of each other. They sure keep me going and I can't wait to see what will happen tomorrow. I added that picture of Hudson because I just thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-2880761943619252507?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2880761943619252507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=2880761943619252507' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/2880761943619252507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/2880761943619252507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/dorks.html' title='DORKS'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SZX4ZGcvVeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b1XJRhllsio/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-8513327074335365906</id><published>2009-02-03T21:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:10:30.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Stud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SYkfd9jnhYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RYYm2y6uMHg/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298801036178720130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SYkfd9jnhYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RYYm2y6uMHg/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SYkfdiyHqNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KDpOi3uHEPw/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298801028991789266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SYkfdiyHqNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KDpOi3uHEPw/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SYkfdfAMOfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FNOYyqJOc3M/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298801027977066994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SYkfdfAMOfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FNOYyqJOc3M/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SYkfdBQSj8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/y2u1ttLTXow/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298801019991527362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SYkfdBQSj8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/y2u1ttLTXow/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SYkfc2rw95I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ucKSrtfmCAY/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298801017153976210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SYkfc2rw95I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ucKSrtfmCAY/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I find myself saying where is Hudson at least three times a day. I look and look for him and lately this is where he seems to be. It makes me laugh because if his dad saw him playing with a barbie house he would be so mad.(why do guys even care about their boys playing with girl stuff, lame)He has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt; himself to stand up using the doll house and I can't believe how fast he is growing. Often I catch myself saying I can't wait until he walks or I can't wait until he talks but yes I can. At the end of the day when the house is all quiet and I am cleaning the dried snot off of my shirt I sit and think about the events of the day and remember my mom always saying kids grow up so fast. I then realize she was right. Things go by so fast and I need to take more time out of my busy day to sit end enjoy the little moments that make me laugh. I need to try a little harder to not just endure the day but to enjoy the day because when it all comes down to it who really needs clean undies of an awesome dinner. Sometimes it is okay to just okay to just eat macaroni and cheese and turn your undies inside out. H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahaha&lt;/span&gt; just kidding about the undies. We really do need clean undies what if something happened  to us and someone saw our undies it would be really embarrassing if they were on inside out and not clean. So always wear clean undies my mom always told me. So I do. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-8513327074335365906?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8513327074335365906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=8513327074335365906' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/8513327074335365906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/8513327074335365906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-stud.html' title='What A Stud'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SYkfd9jnhYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RYYm2y6uMHg/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-2313617519435128625</id><published>2009-01-25T19:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:59:03.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Needs Lagoona Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SX0l7zy_wWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8hGX-EcMpfA/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430446304182626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SX0l7zy_wWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8hGX-EcMpfA/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SX0l7h-9BhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VAUIGCLCNa8/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430441522497042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SX0l7h-9BhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VAUIGCLCNa8/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SX0l7azL-lI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uubFHdJQyik/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430439594097234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SX0l7azL-lI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uubFHdJQyik/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SX0l7F_qQqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OVRzXBZBuCA/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430434009268898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SX0l7F_qQqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OVRzXBZBuCA/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SX0l62lVHNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TO-phE3Y4UU/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430429872299218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SX0l62lVHNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TO-phE3Y4UU/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weather makes it hard to find fun things for the girls to do without freezing. So tonight I filled my bath up as far as it would go so the girls could swim around and use up all their energy before bed. It was so funny to watch. They had so much fun splashing around and going under the water holding their breath. Needless to say it took three towels to clean up all the water around my bathroom but it was worth it. These are just a couple funny pictures of the two dorks. Hudson just held on to the side of the tub and laughed at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-2313617519435128625?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2313617519435128625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=2313617519435128625' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/2313617519435128625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/2313617519435128625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-needs-lagoona-beach.html' title='Who Needs Lagoona Beach'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SX0l7zy_wWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8hGX-EcMpfA/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-7023107042892059043</id><published>2009-01-22T10:23:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:59:10.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends, Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SXisjh_kKtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7GCGGw7E6MI/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294171088394398418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SXisjh_kKtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7GCGGw7E6MI/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SXisjeL8aEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BNEvqiHRaxg/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294171087372576834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SXisjeL8aEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BNEvqiHRaxg/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SXisjBKUjGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/z1cMMDD9S-A/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294171079581142114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SXisjBKUjGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/z1cMMDD9S-A/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SXisiwqjTTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9TchOLXuGjY/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294171075152923954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SXisiwqjTTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9TchOLXuGjY/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SXisi0Mw5nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0Y03YEdJzfM/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294171076101727858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SXisi0Mw5nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0Y03YEdJzfM/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just when you think they hate each other you find them sitting close to each other and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hating&lt;/span&gt; it. For the last week or so These two ladies have been asking if they can watch a movie in the computer room. Knowing them I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;expected&lt;/span&gt; to see them about twenty minutes into the movie. They have a hard time sitting in one place for to long. But to my surprise they have watched movies from start to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; without fighting or crying. Do you have any idea how much you can accomplish in the time it takes to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;? Wow neither did I but it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; more than when you have help from both girls following you around and undoing everything you have done and asking a million questions. Needless to say they have enjoyed each other as long as they don't talk. When they grow up they will realize just how lucky they are to have each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-7023107042892059043?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7023107042892059043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=7023107042892059043' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7023107042892059043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7023107042892059043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends, Sometimes'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SXisjh_kKtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7GCGGw7E6MI/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-7132518815107182567</id><published>2009-01-12T13:54:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:53:30.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SWuuW0XsLwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ivEPvMmmxaY/s1600-h/CIMG1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290513894315142914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SWuuW0XsLwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ivEPvMmmxaY/s320/CIMG1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry Em I know you hate this picture but I didn't have another one, sorry. Anyways I just wanted to tell Em how much I love and look up to her. She is as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. And for everyone that knows her knows how beautiful she is. There are many things I admire about her. Even though she is 2 years younger than me she is so much wiser. I wish when I was a mother for the first time I could just enjoy every minute of the day instead of worrying about things that are so unimportant. Life just goes by way to fast and you miss things when you don't pay attention to the important things. Drake and Brian are so lucky to have such a wonderful mom and wife! They couldn't have asked for a more loving person. She is always holding and kissing Drake. That kid gets more kisses and attention than Jessica Beal and Brad Pitt would in a kissing booth. And I bet that would be a ton!&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I admire about Em is the way she makes you feel when you are around her. She is always so interested in your life even if it isn't that interesting. I love the way she loves. Em has so much compassion for everyone and anyone, when other people are unhappy it effects her. She truly just cares about everyone and wants them to be happy. She also makes friends for life. Once you are in you can never get out. She would have your back no matter what. There are so many more things I admire but if I said them all right now I would have nothing to write next year.haha. I just love you so much and am so thankful for having you as a sister and best friend. I really hope you have a great birthday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-7132518815107182567?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7132518815107182567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=7132518815107182567' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7132518815107182567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7132518815107182567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-sis.html' title='Happy Birthday Sis'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SWuuW0XsLwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ivEPvMmmxaY/s72-c/CIMG1126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-9036894588162126634</id><published>2009-01-10T20:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:25:46.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun At My Gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SWllTUU3AgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dny7CSAu2uY/s1600-h/GetAttachment%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289870619871478274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SWllTUU3AgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dny7CSAu2uY/s320/GetAttachment%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SWllTMKt6PI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oPjAwzTA8HY/s1600-h/GetAttachment%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289870617681455346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SWllTMKt6PI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oPjAwzTA8HY/s320/GetAttachment%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got to go to our neighbors birthday party at my gym and it was so fun. For those of you who do not know what that is it is a gym with all sorts of things that the kids can do without getting hurt and working out getting hurt. Everything is padded. They have slides, monkey bars, trampolines, and even a ball pit. The kids ran and played their little buts off. I am such an idiot I did not get any pictures of the girls having fun but Em took a few for me so thanks em. I bet i wouldn't have got any of the girls even if I did bring my camera because they were never in the same place for more than a second. They are going to sleep like baby's. Thanks Linds I owe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-9036894588162126634?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9036894588162126634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=9036894588162126634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/9036894588162126634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/9036894588162126634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-at-my-gym.html' title='Fun At My Gym'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SWllTUU3AgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dny7CSAu2uY/s72-c/GetAttachment%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-5298582599756283449</id><published>2009-01-02T12:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:08:50.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SV5xgaWzpfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sPawMXj591Q/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286787814224274930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SV5xgaWzpfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sPawMXj591Q/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SV5xflj82_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/hx2M8s6yIxs/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286787800052325362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SV5xflj82_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/hx2M8s6yIxs/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SV5xfYH0wmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MHjnJC6yaA4/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286787796444693090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SV5xfYH0wmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MHjnJC6yaA4/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SV5xenUFgKI/AAAAAAAAAII/7DqHr5a6kSs/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286787783342784674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SV5xenUFgKI/AAAAAAAAAII/7DqHr5a6kSs/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little bouncy seat is my new best friend. As all of you moms out there know it is so hard some days to just get a shower. There are many reasons for this but the reason I have been having such a hard time lately is because of this guy. He does not like to be alone with the girls. I don't blame him because they just bother him until he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crys&lt;/span&gt;. The only way he stops crying is by me holding him and loving him better. So when I am in the shower I can't just get out for obvious reasons so he just has to cry. It makes me so mad at the girls so i just sit and yell at them. Half the time they leave the room and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;end up&lt;/span&gt; yelling at nobody. I hate that. So I got this bouncy seat and he just loves it. It is so funny watching him go crazy bouncing away. I am so thankful for this chair because now I can get ready in peace and I can move it all over the house so when I cook he can be in it and when I clean he can follow me and watch. Needless to say this is so my new best friend because he is happy and that makes me happy. Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Graco&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-5298582599756283449?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5298582599756283449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=5298582599756283449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5298582599756283449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5298582599756283449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-best-friend.html' title='My New Best Friend'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SV5xgaWzpfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sPawMXj591Q/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-6507819845071512079</id><published>2008-12-28T15:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:07:46.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready For Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgE8VkWUtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CqZjjp4jVYA/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284979597347541714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgE8VkWUtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CqZjjp4jVYA/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgE8FaQFNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bFR_91j7xoo/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284979593010222290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgE8FaQFNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bFR_91j7xoo/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgE7ljuWBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cXrZ2p9Z1Ws/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284979584460019730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgE7ljuWBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cXrZ2p9Z1Ws/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why is it so hard to get ready in time for church? I have no idea. You would think that it would be easier to get ready in time because you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; have help from the husband. But I am here to tell you that it is way harder. If I know I am getting the kids ready by myself I have no problem Being on time. When Trent is home I set myself up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; every time because I expect his help and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he is no help at all. This makes me so mad I can't even see straight. Does this happen to anybody else? I hate football season because I never get to watch anything I want. Plus if a game is on he does not speak unless he is yelling at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. It is like he is not even at home. I already don't see him enough and when I do he is glued to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. But I have a feeling I am not the only woman who becomes a single mom with the husband in the home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; football season. Oh well I guess I should just be glad he likes football and not ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-6507819845071512079?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6507819845071512079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=6507819845071512079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/6507819845071512079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/6507819845071512079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-ready-for-church.html' title='Getting Ready For Church'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgE8VkWUtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CqZjjp4jVYA/s72-c/DSC_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-2898825760545439967</id><published>2008-12-28T15:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:54:47.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve At Our House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgCZvTRUDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AeiEa4wmJEo/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284976803936555058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgCZvTRUDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AeiEa4wmJEo/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgCYzfWiLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RoyWmHRMRRw/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284976787881101490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgCYzfWiLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RoyWmHRMRRw/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgCYDDmAEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nuNIUt4OxJA/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284976774879772738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgCYDDmAEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nuNIUt4OxJA/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgCX-v74lI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ooge0wymrG0/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284976773723578962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgCX-v74lI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ooge0wymrG0/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year we had Christmas eve party at my house. It is a tradition to all open pajamas on Christmas eve and wear them all night long. With the elastic bands you can eat and eat and not feel fat. It rocks! We had so much fun eating and laughing.  I love getting together with my family and just sitting around eating all night and talking. Every time we get together I find out more about each of them. Just when you think you know them they tell you something you had no idea about. As much as we get together how is that possible. I am so lucky to have family as best friends. Thanks everyone for coming over and playing I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-2898825760545439967?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2898825760545439967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=2898825760545439967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/2898825760545439967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/2898825760545439967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-at-our-house.html' title='Christmas Eve At Our House'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SVgCZvTRUDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AeiEa4wmJEo/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-5424445362473467452</id><published>2008-12-21T22:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:46:14.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SU8nZrB8ClI/AAAAAAAAAHA/47z7BpQwbcg/s1600-h/DSC01120%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282484209929947730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SU8nZrB8ClI/AAAAAAAAAHA/47z7BpQwbcg/s320/DSC01120%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would just like to start off by saying how beautiful my sister are. Oh and no I am not pregnant I just had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; to eat. Geese. Anyways this is what we did for my family for Christmas. My parents for the last two years have taken the adults out to eat instead of gifts. It is one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; nights of the year. I get to go out with my family all night with no kids and party. We have such a great time. I love being around all my family we never stop laughing.(mostly at how retarded Trent is) sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt; but you do do some stupid things and I still love you. I always knew you would make me laugh all my life. Thanks! Any how Thanks to all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; for the love and to my mom and dad who paid. These will always be some of my favorite memories. Love you all so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SU8nZiBOitI/AAAAAAAAAG4/us3XARmj9js/s1600-h/CIMG1105%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282484207511046866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SU8nZiBOitI/AAAAAAAAAG4/us3XARmj9js/s320/CIMG1105%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One nigh we all went to the Layton lights and froze. The girls had so much fun running around. It was a great night out with our friends and family. Luckily my jacket is a little big and Hudson fit right in. This is so cute of him. He has a girl hat on because I forgot his and this was all I had. Don't worry Hudson you still look like a handsome little boy. I just love this little guy. Can you blame me? That's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-5424445362473467452?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5424445362473467452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=5424445362473467452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5424445362473467452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5424445362473467452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SU8nZrB8ClI/AAAAAAAAAHA/47z7BpQwbcg/s72-c/DSC01120%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-3671268413469562409</id><published>2008-12-14T17:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:32:34.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SUWkNJnJb0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/KilR5s8hqZ4/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279806683987144514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SUWkNJnJb0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/KilR5s8hqZ4/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SUWkMswLoAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wogADR99TaU/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279806676240408578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SUWkMswLoAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wogADR99TaU/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I would show some pictures of how cute my kids are while they sleep. About a week ago Trent put the girls the girls to bed and later that night he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;went in&lt;/span&gt; to check on them and this is how they were. Now I know some of you don't believe this story but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; Trent really did put the girls to bed. I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; huh. Any ways it was sweet and it made me wish they were awake for like one second and then I realized what am I thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;they were&lt;/span&gt; little $*&lt;a href="mailto:$*@#"&gt;@#'s&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hudson is just so sweet while he sleeps and I wanted to put a cute picture of him also. It looks like his neck is killing him but it was fine. Oh how would it be sleeping so soundly? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-3671268413469562409?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3671268413469562409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=3671268413469562409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/3671268413469562409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/3671268413469562409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-babies.html' title='My Babies'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SUWkNJnJb0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/KilR5s8hqZ4/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-2744793746368441742</id><published>2008-12-14T17:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:14:53.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SUWgQPIJu8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xx5V0633Slw/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279802338960849858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SUWgQPIJu8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xx5V0633Slw/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well yesterday was my birthday and I loved it. I was surrounded all day by people I love. I am so lucky to have such an amazing family and friends. I am sure that is why I want to have so many kids. Life without my brothers and sisters would be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. I would have nobody to talk to and nobody to fight with. The great thing about family is no matter what they have to love you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; to everyone for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; it such a memorable day. Oh and thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt; for last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-2744793746368441742?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2744793746368441742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=2744793746368441742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/2744793746368441742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/2744793746368441742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SUWgQPIJu8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xx5V0633Slw/s72-c/DSC_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-3707536102243381190</id><published>2008-12-03T14:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:42:17.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/STb8M5BxKfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NhCy6tG0ZiQ/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275681311907981810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/STb8M5BxKfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NhCy6tG0ZiQ/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow it seems like just yesterday he was born. Now he is sitting. I can't remember very well but he is advanced right. I have a really smart kid. Maybe it is just me. I seriously can't believe how fast time goes. I just love this guy to death and so do his sisters. Life without him wouldn't be as rich. What a special spirit he has and I am lucky to have him in my life. I know he is only 6 months but he is truly a sweet boy. I am excited to see what is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-3707536102243381190?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3707536102243381190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=3707536102243381190' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/3707536102243381190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/3707536102243381190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/sitting-already.html' title='Sitting Already'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/STb8M5BxKfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NhCy6tG0ZiQ/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-3253022026642043453</id><published>2008-11-30T17:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:36:18.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pres.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/STMwLxfHc6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/1sPIMjhGN5A/s1600-h/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274612567401526178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/STMwLxfHc6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/1sPIMjhGN5A/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/STMwJoB7mQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pS1uGm7qvPA/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274612530503457026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/STMwJoB7mQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pS1uGm7qvPA/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/STMwJJ_PvDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0Y31dwGvqDg/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274612522439130162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/STMwJJ_PvDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0Y31dwGvqDg/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy birthday my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;undoer&lt;/span&gt;. The reason I call her my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;undoer&lt;/span&gt; is because everything I do she undoes. If you have ever heard the expression two steps forward one step back that is my life with her in it. When I start my day and set out to get things done she comes right behind me quietly and undoes it. I am constantly getting mad and then laughing. If she wasn't so darn funny she would get in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; more trouble. I have a hard time punishing while I am laughing. I love her free spirit and the way she loves everyone. She is a little wild but she has a huge heart. She loves to love and I love her for it. Happy birthday Pres and I am thankful to have you in my life. I couldn't imagine life without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-3253022026642043453?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3253022026642043453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=3253022026642043453' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/3253022026642043453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/3253022026642043453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-pres.html' title='Happy Birthday Pres.'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/STMwLxfHc6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/1sPIMjhGN5A/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-5981821540014706308</id><published>2008-11-30T17:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:27:17.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Great Cake. Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/STMuqATI8jI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DhiOPEJh630/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274610887750644274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/STMuqATI8jI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DhiOPEJh630/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trent loved the cake his buddy Justin made for him for his birthday. I have to admit it was funny. But as you can see I didn't love it. The girls still talk about eating daddys booby cake. They are constantly asking if they can eat just the boob. If anything it makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-5981821540014706308?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5981821540014706308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=5981821540014706308' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5981821540014706308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5981821540014706308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-great-cake-not.html' title='What a Great Cake. Not.'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/STMuqATI8jI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DhiOPEJh630/s72-c/DSC_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-286976008760948728</id><published>2008-11-20T10:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:39:31.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SSWdBbgXWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OID8JdNrHCw/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270791586795968514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SSWdBbgXWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OID8JdNrHCw/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy birthday Trent. I just wanted to tell you for just a second how much I love you. I know you don't love to hear this but once a year you can handle it. For those of you who know him know that he would do anything for anyone. He would give a stranger the shirt off his back. He is always doing things for others. That is his way of showing he loves you. That is one of my favorite things about him. He never does anything for himself. For example he has had the same clothes since we have been married and only &lt;strong&gt;received&lt;/strong&gt; new things. He has never gone out and got himself anything new.&lt;br /&gt;He is a great dad and amazing husband. I love the way the kids yell his name and get so excited when he comes through the door. That happens every day without fail. I stopped doing that because it embarrasses him.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I admire about him is how hard he works. All day every day. I am so not lying either. I have no idea how he stayes motivated and only complains when he is hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways  I could go on but I won't, happy birthday Trent. I love you to the stars and back! As Harlee would say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-286976008760948728?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/286976008760948728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=286976008760948728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/286976008760948728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/286976008760948728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-lover.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVER'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SSWdBbgXWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OID8JdNrHCw/s72-c/9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-7335413533751033404</id><published>2008-11-12T13:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:41:30.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW SWEET IT IS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs9p6bdo8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fBwu72bPIfw/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267871979408303042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs9p6bdo8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fBwu72bPIfw/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every night I have the hardest time getting my kids to bed. Well mostly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Preslie&lt;/span&gt;. She puts up a fight every night. One night I got so mad at her I told her to leave my bedroom. She hopped off the bed and ran out to the family room with Trent. After about 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; Hudson and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep and I stated to wonder where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Preslie&lt;/span&gt; went. I came out to the family room and this is what I saw. How cute, a father and his daughter. Two peas in a pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-7335413533751033404?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7335413533751033404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=7335413533751033404' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7335413533751033404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7335413533751033404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-sweet-it-is.html' title='HOW SWEET IT IS'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs9p6bdo8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fBwu72bPIfw/s72-c/DSC_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-4815354405606847642</id><published>2008-11-12T13:12:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:43:56.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDS WILL BE KIDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs6jMZYmgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/r-YMcm1vde4/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267868565437454850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs6jMZYmgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/r-YMcm1vde4/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs6iA3_J-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/wQtMACe0kb8/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267868545164716002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs6iA3_J-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/wQtMACe0kb8/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs6hjb8kDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UvsrcKvJ8Og/s1600-h/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267868537262477362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs6hjb8kDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UvsrcKvJ8Og/s320/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs6g_a2feI/AAAAAAAAAEw/94coxxY67Jg/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267868527594208738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs6g_a2feI/AAAAAAAAAEw/94coxxY67Jg/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs6gUeXPdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/upNhNRJ42hA/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267868516066213330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs6gUeXPdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/upNhNRJ42hA/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday I&lt;em&gt; was lucky enough to get to go the temple with my little bro. He was getting sealed to his family for time and all eternity. What a neat experience to be a part of. How lucky are we to know that families will be together for ever. Wow what a blessing. It is a good thing that I like mine so much. It was such a great day. Anyways when I got home I found all the girls and their cousin Wyatt so happy. That is not always the case. My cousin Natalie was babysitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;and I&lt;/span&gt; know they had the time of their lives. The reason I know that, just look at these pictures. Plus her and I grew up together. We played the best games ever growing up. The rest of the day they talked about all the fun things they did. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; even said to me that she wanted to live with Natalie because she does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; better and was funnier than me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Geeees&lt;/span&gt; thanks Natalie. Until yesterday they thought I was the funniest ever. Needless to say they had an amazing time and I had not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;worry&lt;/span&gt; in the world. Thanks Nat your the best. When someone loves your kids it means the world to ya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-4815354405606847642?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4815354405606847642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=4815354405606847642' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4815354405606847642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4815354405606847642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/kids-will-be-kids.html' title='KIDS WILL BE KIDS'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRs6jMZYmgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/r-YMcm1vde4/s72-c/DSC_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-1762296942196790264</id><published>2008-11-07T12:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:03:05.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Their Ears Pierced</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRScd5O4IuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FXBuDVegfZA/s1600-h/CIMG1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266005901696312034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRScd5O4IuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FXBuDVegfZA/s320/CIMG1095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRScdhguHvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2OtYuihNB0g/s1600-h/CIMG1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266005895328702194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRScdhguHvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2OtYuihNB0g/s320/CIMG1094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRScdEYzgyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Db3m3OOKUtQ/s1600-h/CIMG1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266005887510872866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRScdEYzgyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Db3m3OOKUtQ/s320/CIMG1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRSccyGRz0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Isb-6W92LLM/s1600-h/CIMG1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266005882601328450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRSccyGRz0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Isb-6W92LLM/s320/CIMG1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRSccTrfKqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uyeEZzhH1Qw/s1600-h/CIMG1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266005874435893922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRSccTrfKqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uyeEZzhH1Qw/s320/CIMG1084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the day uncle Travis took the girls down to get their ears pierced. He was so cute to take them. They just love their uncle Travis. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; was so funny she did not even shed a tear unlit after it was all over. She just looked at me and started to ball. She cried for about ten minutes. Everyone was looking at me like I was kidnapping her. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Preslie&lt;/span&gt; Cried the whole time.  Once she was all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; she totally stopped. It was funny to see hoe opposite they were. What a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-1762296942196790264?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1762296942196790264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=1762296942196790264' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/1762296942196790264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/1762296942196790264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-their-ears-pierced.html' title='Getting Their Ears Pierced'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRScd5O4IuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FXBuDVegfZA/s72-c/CIMG1095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-7210680498230015000</id><published>2008-11-07T12:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:06:47.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grandpa Virgil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRSZtjObT9I/AAAAAAAAADw/FvhaCQug094/s1600-h/CIMG1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266002872131866578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRSZtjObT9I/AAAAAAAAADw/FvhaCQug094/s320/CIMG1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is who Hudson Virgil Brown is named after. Great grandpa Virgil is the one holding him. I think it is very important to have someone to look up to and strive to be like. Virgil is the perfect person for that. Hopefully Hudson will get to know him and remember to try everyday to live up to his special name. What a great guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-7210680498230015000?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7210680498230015000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=7210680498230015000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7210680498230015000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7210680498230015000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-grandpa-virg.html' title='Great Grandpa Virgil'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SRSZtjObT9I/AAAAAAAAADw/FvhaCQug094/s72-c/CIMG1097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-7437502467177418719</id><published>2008-11-01T13:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:02:24.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY AT THE PARK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQy0keid5BI/AAAAAAAAADo/wNYfoAc2FsE/s1600-h/CIMG1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263780603255186450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQy0keid5BI/AAAAAAAAADo/wNYfoAc2FsE/s320/CIMG1131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He looks just like his daddy and I love it. I love this little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-7437502467177418719?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7437502467177418719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=7437502467177418719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7437502467177418719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7437502467177418719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-looks-just-like-his-daddy-and-i-love.html' title='LAST DAY AT THE PARK'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQy0keid5BI/AAAAAAAAADo/wNYfoAc2FsE/s72-c/CIMG1131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-7894792421065206881</id><published>2008-11-01T13:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:56:08.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQy0O8UmL5I/AAAAAAAAADg/hX7Yo82cRsA/s1600-h/CIMG1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263780233292951442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQy0O8UmL5I/AAAAAAAAADg/hX7Yo82cRsA/s320/CIMG1127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow he so looks like her. Thats hott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-7894792421065206881?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7894792421065206881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=7894792421065206881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7894792421065206881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7894792421065206881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-he-so-looks-like-her.html' title=''/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQy0O8UmL5I/AAAAAAAAADg/hX7Yo82cRsA/s72-c/CIMG1127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-2012887964984891278</id><published>2008-11-01T13:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:54:42.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQyze5esO-I/AAAAAAAAADY/ObIZZf7p4dU/s1600-h/CIMG1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263779407896263650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQyze5esO-I/AAAAAAAAADY/ObIZZf7p4dU/s320/CIMG1133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that Harlee is big enough to help the other kids. She is such a great helper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-2012887964984891278?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2012887964984891278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=2012887964984891278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/2012887964984891278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/2012887964984891278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-that-harlee-is-big-enough-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQyze5esO-I/AAAAAAAAADY/ObIZZf7p4dU/s72-c/CIMG1133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-6074386723243131473</id><published>2008-11-01T13:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:51:33.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQyzD-DpCkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/374x-xgzRnc/s1600-h/CIMG1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263778945268517442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQyzD-DpCkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/374x-xgzRnc/s320/CIMG1121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harlee and Preslie and Hudson all on the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-6074386723243131473?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6074386723243131473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=6074386723243131473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/6074386723243131473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/6074386723243131473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/harlee-and-preslie-and-hudson-all-on.html' title=''/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQyzD-DpCkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/374x-xgzRnc/s72-c/CIMG1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-8730148475958853521</id><published>2008-11-01T13:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:01:59.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQyyFn-P4XI/AAAAAAAAADI/m8HvHZPmvDw/s1600-h/CIMG1128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263777874188427634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQyyFn-P4XI/AAAAAAAAADI/m8HvHZPmvDw/s320/CIMG1128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This will be one of the last warm days this year. We all decided to go to the park with aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emmy&lt;/span&gt; and run around. What a fun day. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; weather not hot and not cold. I can't wait for the snow to come and go. Summer is the best time for family fun. Precious little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-8730148475958853521?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8730148475958853521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=8730148475958853521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/8730148475958853521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/8730148475958853521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-day-at-park.html' title=''/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQyyFn-P4XI/AAAAAAAAADI/m8HvHZPmvDw/s72-c/CIMG1128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-5378316076871409204</id><published>2008-11-01T13:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:43:55.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYONE HAS PUMPKINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQywvs--PpI/AAAAAAAAADA/OFSRC5m6rK0/s1600-h/CIMG1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263776398064893586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQywvs--PpI/AAAAAAAAADA/OFSRC5m6rK0/s320/CIMG1142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had so much fun at grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shirlen's&lt;/span&gt; house carving pumpkins. What a bunch of little farts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Preslie&lt;/span&gt; just loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;taking&lt;/span&gt; the guts out of the pumpkins. I hate when they get dirty but oh well. I guess they had a blast and that is all that matters. Got to love those cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-5378316076871409204?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5378316076871409204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=5378316076871409204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5378316076871409204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5378316076871409204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/everyone-has-pumpkins.html' title='EVERYONE HAS PUMPKINS'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQywvs--PpI/AAAAAAAAADA/OFSRC5m6rK0/s72-c/CIMG1142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-6129564525932428321</id><published>2008-11-01T13:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:44:38.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN WITH NANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQyvosa7nEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/r2hRsfDEkyE/s1600-h/CIMG1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263775178143013954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQyvosa7nEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/r2hRsfDEkyE/s320/CIMG1150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much fun with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;. The retirement home is the best place to trick or treat. You don't have to walk far and it is warm. Those older people sure do get the best candy. Plus they just keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt; it to ya. Also they just love little kids. The kids just couldn't stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;huggin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kissin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;. She is so sweet she even let the kids hand out her candy. They did not want to leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-6129564525932428321?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6129564525932428321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=6129564525932428321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/6129564525932428321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/6129564525932428321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-with-nana.html' title='HALLOWEEN WITH NANA'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQyvosa7nEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/r2hRsfDEkyE/s72-c/CIMG1150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-7993750587863165297</id><published>2008-10-27T17:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:19:03.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQZKRXKzsHI/AAAAAAAAACo/K4TYfYnTx5M/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261974876766580850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQZKRXKzsHI/AAAAAAAAACo/K4TYfYnTx5M/s320/22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; is the best time because you get to be whatever you want for a day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; is obsessed with cheerleaders. She has bugged me for weeks to go get her a cheerleader outfit. You know the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dallas&lt;/span&gt; cowboy cheerleader tryout show she loves it. She said that all the boys would think she was cute if she was a cheerleader. Smart girl boys do love those girls. They don't even know why. I think it is the great cheers but I could be wrong. How funny is that a child of mine a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl. Both my girls are. I love it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Preslie&lt;/span&gt; loves witches. I couldn't find a broom and she was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;. I think that was her favorite part of the whole witch thing. And Hudson was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; puppy. Who doesn't love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;puppy's&lt;/span&gt;? He could have warn nothing and been just as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-7993750587863165297?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7993750587863165297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=7993750587863165297' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7993750587863165297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7993750587863165297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-halloween.html' title='I LOVE HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQZKRXKzsHI/AAAAAAAAACo/K4TYfYnTx5M/s72-c/22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-3817464902717333571</id><published>2008-10-27T16:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:07:25.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE CUTIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQZIwUta3QI/AAAAAAAAACg/pU1N5BBkK7o/s1600-h/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261973209659137282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQZIwUta3QI/AAAAAAAAACg/pU1N5BBkK7o/s320/26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the best time at great grandmas 85th birth day. She had so many great places to take cute pictures. This was one of my favorites. They had the best soup. I could have stayed there and ate all day. It is so nice to have a big family. After all that is what is most important right? It is crazy to think all those people came from just two. Wow I wonder how many will come from just Trent and I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-3817464902717333571?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3817464902717333571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=3817464902717333571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/3817464902717333571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/3817464902717333571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-cuties.html' title='LITTLE CUTIES'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SQZIwUta3QI/AAAAAAAAACg/pU1N5BBkK7o/s72-c/26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-1802986827975389006</id><published>2008-10-22T17:28:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:35:58.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT TAGGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SP-3WTDYx3I/AAAAAAAAACY/8XTKgkgX_-0/s1600-h/Tagged%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260124483491514226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SP-3WTDYx3I/AAAAAAAAACY/8XTKgkgX_-0/s320/Tagged%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; I got tagged so here I go with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lets start by saying the reason I am so funny looking is because I got ran over when I was 5 and it ran over my whole body. Even my head. It was a 1 ton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truck&lt;/span&gt; full of roofing tools. It knocked me off my stolen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hotwheels&lt;/span&gt; and threw me to the street. It then drove up my legs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;and got&lt;/span&gt; stuck right in the middle of my back. He was stuck on my back and drove about 25 feet around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cull&lt;/span&gt;-d-sac while on top of me. The driver then said he felt like he ran over a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; toy and got out to see just what it was. He was drunk and high so who knows exactly what he saw. He said he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;panicked&lt;/span&gt; and drove the front tires off of me and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;duel&lt;/span&gt; tires in back over me again and then off. He then jumped out and picked me up and set me on the grass. He went to the neighbors houses to call 911 and when he got back there I was yelling at him. I told him just what I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; of him for running over me and ruining my buddies bike. Need less to stay I was fine and went to the hospital for a week and they had to send me home because I was starving myself because I wanted to go home. And that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;why I&lt;/span&gt; am a little slow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hhahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am obsessed with license plates. Every time we drive past a car I look to see if the letters match up with the numbers on a phone.You know when you are looking at a phone and there are letters on every number. I try to see if the first number and the first letter on the plate would be on the same button on a phone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt; I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I hate wearing pants that are to tight. I would live in basketball shorts if I could. I like to wear things that my fat rolls do not hang over. I am not a big fan of the muffin top. Unless I am eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I wear mascara for two days at a time. I washy my face every day but not my mascara. It only looks good the next day but no more than that. It starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; clump and that ant pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For the life of me I can not go a day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; washing my hair. I know there is a lot of people that go a few days without washing there hair but I am not one of them. My husband gets so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; with me but I can't do it. Even when we are in a hurry he tells me to just put on a hat but there is no way. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.My kids have to bath every night. Even when we have stayed home all day I still make them bath. Again my husband gets mad at me but even if it is a late night getting home I always make the kid bath. I will wake them up at midnight to bath. so they are clean before they get in their beds. I can not stand dirty kids. Poor little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt; but I love blogging. They are both the same thing but i do not like to scrapbook. I know I should because it I don't my kids will be so mad at me but for some reason I just despise it. But I have no problem blogging. What a dork I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a couple of examples of how crazy I am but this is what makes me me so there you go. I would love to hear how crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt;, Em, Alicia, Tricia, Lee Lee, Heather, and Amber W are. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hurry up&lt;/span&gt; and do this so I can laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-1802986827975389006?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1802986827975389006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=1802986827975389006' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/1802986827975389006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/1802986827975389006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-tagged.html' title='I GOT TAGGED'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SP-3WTDYx3I/AAAAAAAAACY/8XTKgkgX_-0/s72-c/Tagged%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-5967318831633002819</id><published>2008-10-22T16:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:13:59.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A BUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SP-xcw9k9yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mAp_VTRVyQk/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260117997529659170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SP-xcw9k9yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mAp_VTRVyQk/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my second year of hunting. Not a bad buck for your second time. So I have been told. I shot this guy on monday night at about 100 yards away. He will make some good jerky. I had alot of fun it was just Trent and I up on the mountail spending some quality time together. I could think of a few other things I would have rather been doing but if I wanted to see my husband that is what I had to do. Needless to say we had fun but I am glad it only comes around once a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-5967318831633002819?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5967318831633002819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=5967318831633002819' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5967318831633002819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/5967318831633002819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-buck.html' title='WHAT A BUCK'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SP-xcw9k9yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mAp_VTRVyQk/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-7027599233810932442</id><published>2008-10-16T15:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:55:58.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YEAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SPe3w481-uI/AAAAAAAAACA/mKcDkPtwkR8/s1600-h/bachelor%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257873140527528674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SPe3w481-uI/AAAAAAAAACA/mKcDkPtwkR8/s320/bachelor%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so excited to find out that he is the new bachelor. I never really likes this show but the last one was awesome. I was sad when she did not choose him but now he has his chance. He is so cute I am excited to see the girls he will have on the show and who he will choose. He is such a cutie. It os so his turn to be in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-7027599233810932442?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7027599233810932442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=7027599233810932442' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7027599233810932442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/7027599233810932442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-yeah.html' title='OH YEAH'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SPe3w481-uI/AAAAAAAAACA/mKcDkPtwkR8/s72-c/bachelor%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-1068228779001613657</id><published>2008-10-16T12:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:52:23.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SPeKmgqJTvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6bnvvHrp3OU/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257823484184710898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SPeKmgqJTvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6bnvvHrp3OU/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Better late than never but i thought i deleter these pics of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harlee's&lt;/span&gt; first day of school. Thank goodness I didn't. I would have felt like the worst mom ever. I guess I am not the worst mom, but just for today. That day was so sad because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Preslie&lt;/span&gt; just sat and cried and asked every five seconds where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; was. She just kept saying that she wanted to go to school and that she would be good. I felt bad for her but I would have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt; if she had gone to. My sisters and I were talking about when kids go to school and you have so much time all to yourself and how crazy it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; your life gets so much easier. I guess we never think that our life is crazy or even hard for that matter but when we are in the midst of the storm we never realize it until we are out and can see just how wild it was. I am excited for that day but also a little sad because that means our kids don't need us as much. I just hope I teach them all they need to know or that their friends parents taught their kids as hopefully I have. I guess it will be all up to them just like it was for us. I am just lucky to have had the friends I had. They were the best a girl could ask for. I hope my kids will be as lucky as I was growing up. Only time will tell so enjoy every minute because before you know it it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-1068228779001613657?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1068228779001613657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=1068228779001613657' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/1068228779001613657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/1068228779001613657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-day-of-school.html' title='FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SPeKmgqJTvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6bnvvHrp3OU/s72-c/DSC_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-6251846266243246799</id><published>2008-10-16T12:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:53:19.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUCK E CHEESE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SPeFxD52IKI/AAAAAAAAABw/oS9xDkPMdz8/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257818167886356642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SPeFxD52IKI/AAAAAAAAABw/oS9xDkPMdz8/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well yesterday was my nephews B-Day and yes you guessed it we all went to Chuck E Cheese. The kids had so much fun I had to drag them out of there by their pony tails. It was a little crazy because I was by myself because Trent was home sick. Lucky him. I am so dang lucky though because all my family helped out with Pres. She is the hard one to keep track of. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; just does whatever everyone else does so i did not worry as much about her. That place used to seem so much bigger when I was little. As a little girl that place was the best place on earth! Everyone had their B-Day parties there. It is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; to have my kids go to the places i used to go to. I can not believe how many people were there on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon. I guess people still think it is the best place ever. The best part of that place was the sketch center. You have to sit on a bench for about 10 seconds and not move. The machine takes a pic and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sketches&lt;/span&gt; it right after. I think the pics are so cute. They totally show each kids personality and i love that. Well to say the least it was a fun adventure and i hope it will be a while before we go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-6251846266243246799?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6251846266243246799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=6251846266243246799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/6251846266243246799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/6251846266243246799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/chuck-e-cheese.html' title='CHUCK E CHEESE'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SPeFxD52IKI/AAAAAAAAABw/oS9xDkPMdz8/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-4415865308581417162</id><published>2008-10-10T17:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:24:15.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Gosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SO_g7Ju7WpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/h-YiDoCGZ8M/s1600-h/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255666596994308754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SO_g7Ju7WpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/h-YiDoCGZ8M/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does anyone else have this problem? How is it that every night all my kids end up in bed with me?  I have no idea either. I know they only need us for a while and they grow up so fast but seriously what the freak. Does anyone out there have any advice on how to get them all in their own beds?  I can't remember what it is like sleeping through the night. Oh and nobody around here takes naps either lucky me.  Even one night a week would be great.  So please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-4415865308581417162?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4415865308581417162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=4415865308581417162' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4415865308581417162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4415865308581417162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh My Gosh'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SO_g7Ju7WpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/h-YiDoCGZ8M/s72-c/DSC_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-4740139420458125594</id><published>2008-10-10T16:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:36:24.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddys Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SO_bW-Gnp0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7DyQtFSIaYc/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255660477839025986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SO_bW-Gnp0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7DyQtFSIaYc/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad because so far i have only had pictures of preslie on here because she does so many crazy things i just have to laugh and take pictures. She is so her fathers child and this picture prooves it. When i catch her doing something she shouldn't all she ever says is daddy does. She is his shadow and would do anything and everything he does. I think she even has his personality she is always making people laugh. We could just sit and watch her and be entertained all night. I am so thankful fer her free spirit she remindes me to just let the small things slide and laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-4740139420458125594?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4740139420458125594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=4740139420458125594' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4740139420458125594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4740139420458125594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-bad-because-so-far-i-have-only.html' title='Daddys Little Girl'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SO_bW-Gnp0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7DyQtFSIaYc/s72-c/DSC_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-9078570867322084698</id><published>2008-10-08T22:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:16:00.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>look what i found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SO2EQ2cHPgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tArYuBZNYQ8/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255001765237440002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SO2EQ2cHPgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tArYuBZNYQ8/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;r &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; i was doing laundry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preslie&lt;/span&gt; was helping me. well not really but that is what she calls it and i went to put the dry clothes in my room and she was supposed to pick up what i dropped but she never came. so i went looking for her and i could not find her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anywhere&lt;/span&gt;. i called her name for a few minutes and nothing. i started to worry and just before i panicked i herd a yell. i follower the yell and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; you know there she was in the dryer with the door shut. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ask me how it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; but there she was laughing. i just had to take her picture to show her what a little sh*# she was in case she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; me later on in life. she definately keeps me on my toes and i love her for it. and that was just another day in the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-9078570867322084698?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9078570867322084698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=9078570867322084698' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/9078570867322084698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/9078570867322084698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-what-i-found.html' title='look what i found'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SO2EQ2cHPgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tArYuBZNYQ8/s72-c/DSC_0133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261460640701435332.post-4383234264584251974</id><published>2008-10-08T21:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:17:13.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SO17tS8A_9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5wtGPbGoJAM/s1600-h/DSC_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254992358319128530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SO17tS8A_9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5wtGPbGoJAM/s320/DSC_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; holy crap we have now caught up with the rest of the world. we finally have high speed. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how i have lived without it. i think i am the newest member of the blogging world. i have been blogging all week and i love finding people i have not seen forever. for those of you who have not herd from me in a while and actually care here is what i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been up to, i have three kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;harlee&lt;/span&gt; 4, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;preslie&lt;/span&gt; almost 3, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hudson&lt;/span&gt; 5 months. they consume my time and my life and i love it. my husband works so hard so i can stay home. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have it any other way. even though i have lost my mind at the end of the day it is worth it. even though my life is crazy and i am not quite sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; way is up sometimes we laugh a ton and no matter what happens we all still sleep in the same bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3261460640701435332-4383234264584251974?l=jennieontheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4383234264584251974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3261460640701435332&amp;postID=4383234264584251974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4383234264584251974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3261460640701435332/posts/default/4383234264584251974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennieontheblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-i-am.html' title='here i am'/><author><name>The Browns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289296006770479671</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/_U0KsTpMiK9w/SO17tS8A_9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5wtGPbGoJAM/s72-c/DSC_0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
