<?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-6612175592306133187</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:10:51.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenn and The B Boys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-6719103407809187614</id><published>2010-12-05T16:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T16:58:42.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New family pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/TPw01F02mmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/C8X_I7TIr-g/s1600/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/TPw01F02mmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/C8X_I7TIr-g/s400/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547366927715179106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/TPw0a6soz6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/YHxNauoA92M/s1600/IMG_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/TPw0a6soz6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/YHxNauoA92M/s400/IMG_0078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547366478051332002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/TPw0a4c0eiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7GY_iJbmlnU/s1600/IMG_0069portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/TPw0aSq2JMI/AAAAAAAAAk4/cJUCsQThYI0/s400/IMG_0111crop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547366467306398914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/TPw0aGZKjeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/lU7exTZXVPU/s1600/IMG_0039%2Bbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-6719103407809187614?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6719103407809187614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=6719103407809187614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6719103407809187614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6719103407809187614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-family-pictures.html' title='New family pictures'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/TPw01F02mmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/C8X_I7TIr-g/s72-c/IMG_0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-5745419376302427636</id><published>2010-08-04T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:46:26.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/TFnBum1UYxI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9fBGNgo7-VU/s1600/DSC03427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/TFnBum1UYxI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9fBGNgo7-VU/s400/DSC03427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501641426252096274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wife Jenn is amazing she ran her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; marathon that 26.2 miles for those of you who don't know, she did it in 4 hrs and 32 minutes, and she had a bad knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/TFnBua0OtrI/AAAAAAAAAkI/fRt_h8qVeDA/s1600/DSC03426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/TFnBua0OtrI/AAAAAAAAAkI/fRt_h8qVeDA/s400/DSC03426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501641423026304690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she was done I asked her if she was going to do it again, and she no never again, which is what she said after the first one. Then latter that day she was already planning for the next one. We where sad that her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; Brooke who trained with her from Lincoln Nebraska could not be there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-5745419376302427636?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5745419376302427636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=5745419376302427636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/5745419376302427636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/5745419376302427636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2010/08/utah-marathon.html' title='Utah Marathon'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/TFnBum1UYxI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9fBGNgo7-VU/s72-c/DSC03427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-8255329330189636678</id><published>2009-10-25T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:35:26.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Orchard Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SuSG88jdQVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bi6B5VRQNlE/s1600-h/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SuSG88jdQVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bi6B5VRQNlE/s400/DSC01740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396586635101815122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SuSG8RlBnuI/AAAAAAAAAjo/03qSuj2TcGs/s1600-h/DSC01767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SuSG8RlBnuI/AAAAAAAAAjo/03qSuj2TcGs/s400/DSC01767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396586623565668066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SuSG8ADEymI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Tnk0dLIWHDk/s1600-h/DSC01777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SuSG8ADEymI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Tnk0dLIWHDk/s400/DSC01777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396586618859866722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; went to apple orchard near our house and bought apple cider. Then we walked around and played in the hay piles, corn maze, and went on a nature walk. It was really fun, and the boys had a blast. I love all the changing colors.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-8255329330189636678?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8255329330189636678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=8255329330189636678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/8255329330189636678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/8255329330189636678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-orchard-fun.html' title='Apple Orchard Fun'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SuSG88jdQVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bi6B5VRQNlE/s72-c/DSC01740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-7483291754124457957</id><published>2009-09-17T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:47:00.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brocks kickflip</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ad696b3d18b04d3b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad696b3d18b04d3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331756895%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BE1CE7EC12ADB1516C42416C1F511773B7270F9.5214B941DB9135489DE16150203741F356BB61F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad696b3d18b04d3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDfNVibESBNIj4JrqaijD0lakjdk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock saw me do some flip tricks, and decided to do it on his finger board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-7483291754124457957?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7483291754124457957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=7483291754124457957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/7483291754124457957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/7483291754124457957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/brocks-kickflip.html' title='brocks kickflip'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-4066333122236209937</id><published>2009-08-11T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:23:45.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 359 days left of being in my 20's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SoImL_2vHII/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kba2zN9Kv10/s1600-h/DSC01349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SoImL_2vHII/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kba2zN9Kv10/s400/DSC01349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368895693340482690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned 29 on the 5th and I am a little weirded out that this is the last year of being in my 20"s.  I told Burr I needed to do something crazy like get my nose pierced.  He thought I was being serious and said no way.  So maybe I was being a little serious.  It seams like once you hit thirty you have to grow up.  I don't feel ready for that.  Even though I have been married for 8 years and have 3 little boys I still fell really young (or just immature).  I had an awesome birthday.  Burr bought me a sewing machine, which I love!  I went to Joanne's to get some things and I started my first project, two jean quilts for the boys.  Burr bought me an ice cream cake from DQ, and we went out to dinner as a family.  It was such a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SoHAg71h8_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/OPLyentCvSU/s1600-h/DSC01339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SoHAg71h8_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/OPLyentCvSU/s400/DSC01339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368783902852903922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SoHAhxNvmtI/AAAAAAAAAjA/QJCZ8mwyKmk/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SoHAhxNvmtI/AAAAAAAAAjA/QJCZ8mwyKmk/s400/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368783917181541074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SoHAiPZSQ4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/4WBSPj69Y_8/s1600-h/DSC01367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SoHAiPZSQ4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/4WBSPj69Y_8/s400/DSC01367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368783925283013506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-4066333122236209937?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4066333122236209937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=4066333122236209937' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/4066333122236209937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/4066333122236209937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-359-days-left-of-being-in-my-20s.html' title='Only 359 days left of being in my 20&apos;s'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SoImL_2vHII/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kba2zN9Kv10/s72-c/DSC01349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-1119931205002655978</id><published>2009-07-17T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:59:15.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy baby</title><content type='html'>Bryce is growing so fast.  He started smiling last month.  He is a very happy baby that loves to be held and cuddled.  I wish I could sit and hold him all day long and probably would if I didn't have two others that need me.  I love my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SmFHS-PAnlI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/mB50JpD6FmI/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SmFHS-PAnlI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/mB50JpD6FmI/s400/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359643422816771666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SmFGcj-ZXaI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mPbfmwiYaiI/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SmFGcj-ZXaI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mPbfmwiYaiI/s400/DSC01235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359642488054832546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-1119931205002655978?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1119931205002655978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=1119931205002655978' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1119931205002655978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1119931205002655978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-baby.html' title='Happy baby'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SmFHS-PAnlI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/mB50JpD6FmI/s72-c/DSC01232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-1541961077777095717</id><published>2009-07-17T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:38:24.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished project</title><content type='html'>With a little help and a lot of encouragement from a great friend I finally finished a knitting project.  I love the way it turned out.  I meant to make it for Bryce but it actually fits Brock better.  Next project a binki attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SmDbsD_2WfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/pr3PGzFD608/s1600-h/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SmDbsD_2WfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/pr3PGzFD608/s400/DSC01249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359525106604726770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SmFBou6NtjI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HpU973MN-vw/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SmFBou6NtjI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HpU973MN-vw/s400/DSC01213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359637199590372914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SmD5BLfW79I/AAAAAAAAAh4/gkuB2RR550I/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SmD5BLfW79I/AAAAAAAAAh4/gkuB2RR550I/s400/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359557355230392274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-1541961077777095717?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1541961077777095717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=1541961077777095717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1541961077777095717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1541961077777095717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/finished-project.html' title='Finished project'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SmDbsD_2WfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/pr3PGzFD608/s72-c/DSC01249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-2589910948915757406</id><published>2009-06-25T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:54:20.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Look mom it's Joseph Smith"</title><content type='html'>I gave the boys some fudge pops and after wiping up some of the mess Brekken discovered this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SkRDWDfUNOI/AAAAAAAAAhY/wfyAgZMy0So/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SkRDWDfUNOI/AAAAAAAAAhY/wfyAgZMy0So/s400/DSC01047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351476303395828962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see it?  It totally looks like him.  I died laughing when Brekken told me, "look mom its Joseph Smith."  O.K. so it looks like a profile of a man with a beard right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SkRDW-8E-eI/AAAAAAAAAho/SNR-lA0gOeY/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SkRDW-8E-eI/AAAAAAAAAho/SNR-lA0gOeY/s400/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351476319354157538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SkRDWS5UOvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qvJlIin1U5k/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SkRDWS5UOvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qvJlIin1U5k/s400/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351476307531414258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I HATE sticky children.  But they are pretty cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-2589910948915757406?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2589910948915757406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=2589910948915757406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/2589910948915757406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/2589910948915757406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-mom-its-joseph-smith.html' title='&quot;Look mom it&apos;s Joseph Smith&quot;'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SkRDWDfUNOI/AAAAAAAAAhY/wfyAgZMy0So/s72-c/DSC01047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-6642619083780593366</id><published>2009-06-17T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:19:49.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberry picking</title><content type='html'>Last week we went to a farm just 15 minutes outside of town to do some strawberry picking.  Brekken was so excited about finding "the best ones".  Brock had fun also stepping on the strawberry plants.  Arrrg!  He is so fast.  Bryce and mom didn't do a whole lot of picking.  He was upset that he was woken up from a good nap.  The strawberries were delicious and I made jam with my friend Leslie Terry with most of it.  My batch didn't turn out but it is some great tasting syrup to go on pancakes and ice cream.  I can't wait for raspberries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/Sjup5Fb8rII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4dYGkGdOalE/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/Sjup5Fb8rII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4dYGkGdOalE/s400/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349055780609633410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SjuoAW603wI/AAAAAAAAAhI/WrMErfBLIMk/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SjuoAW603wI/AAAAAAAAAhI/WrMErfBLIMk/s400/DSC01108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349053706538376962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SjunAiRcLeI/AAAAAAAAAhA/U0r9yhKZVeI/s1600-h/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SjunAiRcLeI/AAAAAAAAAhA/U0r9yhKZVeI/s400/DSC01112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052610074389986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SjmXZusGFYI/AAAAAAAAAg4/7ThIx0jw1Ws/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SjmXZusGFYI/AAAAAAAAAg4/7ThIx0jw1Ws/s400/DSC01095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348472500764677506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-6642619083780593366?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6642619083780593366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=6642619083780593366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6642619083780593366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6642619083780593366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/strawberry-picking.html' title='strawberry picking'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/Sjup5Fb8rII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4dYGkGdOalE/s72-c/DSC01102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-1587575861981907806</id><published>2009-06-13T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:56:36.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new addiction</title><content type='html'>Yes that is my knitting.  I am officially a grandma.  You can laugh if you want but I love it!  My very talented friend here in Lincoln got me hooked.  She knits these amazing wool sweaters that would probably cost you hundreds of dollars.  They are beautiful and I want to someday be able to make them as well.  for know I will be sticking with scarves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SjSBiwSv7KI/AAAAAAAAAgw/N1kxnL7ov-I/s1600-h/DSC01094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SjSBiwSv7KI/AAAAAAAAAgw/N1kxnL7ov-I/s400/DSC01094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347041091674696866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-1587575861981907806?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1587575861981907806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=1587575861981907806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1587575861981907806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1587575861981907806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-addiction.html' title='My new addiction'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SjSBiwSv7KI/AAAAAAAAAgw/N1kxnL7ov-I/s72-c/DSC01094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-7968907564175748468</id><published>2009-06-01T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:10:14.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 years of Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SiSg0JHxc4I/AAAAAAAAAgI/1o-acRoqvkk/s1600-h/jenn+and+burr+wedding+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SiSg0JHxc4I/AAAAAAAAAgI/1o-acRoqvkk/s400/jenn+and+burr+wedding+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342571875630412674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrated our 8th year anniversary.  I can't believe it has been that long.  Time really does seem to fly by.  Burr took me to a nice restaurant in down town Lincoln called Dish.  It was so much fun to get dressed up and eat somewhere fancy.  Our great friend Celeste watched Brekken and Brock but we took Baby Brice along.  Burr I love you so much!  You are my rock and best friend.  Thank you for a wonderful 8 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-7968907564175748468?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7968907564175748468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=7968907564175748468' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/7968907564175748468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/7968907564175748468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/8-years-of-bliss.html' title='8 years of Bliss'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SiSg0JHxc4I/AAAAAAAAAgI/1o-acRoqvkk/s72-c/jenn+and+burr+wedding+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-3506712996287725655</id><published>2009-04-12T19:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:09:34.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk Pits</title><content type='html'>So I'm not very good at covering up while breast feeding and with little boys in the house I really should be more modest.  Brekken has been very curious about what I am doing and why I ask him to go away for a little bit while Bryce has some alone time with mom.  One morning he woke up and came into the our bedroom while I was nursing.  He hopped right onto the bed and was just so curious.  This is our conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brekk: Mom what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm feeding baby Bryce&lt;br /&gt;Brekk: Your feeding him out of there?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes he eats from mommy, thats how he gets his milk.&lt;br /&gt;Brekk: Mom I have milk pits too,  see (he lifts up his shirt and points to his nipples), I have milk too, to feed the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to look away so I wouldn't laugh.  Seriously I need to be more discrete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-3506712996287725655?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3506712996287725655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=3506712996287725655' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3506712996287725655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3506712996287725655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/milk-pits_12.html' title='Milk Pits'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-31460358701427494</id><published>2009-04-11T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:53:28.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital stay and Jaundice</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to post about our stay at the hospital and now have a little time to do so.  We got to the hospital at 6:15 a.m. on Friday and they started the pitosin at 8 a.m.  I really didn't want to get induced but decided I shouldn't wait any longer if I wanted help from Sharon.  The pitosin started working about 20 minutes later.  At 9 am Dr Dziko broke my water after which I was 3 cm.  At about 11 am I was at 7 cm and stayed that way until this guy finally turned and I was ready to push.  The nurse kept saying as soon as this little s**t turns you will feel a lot more pain and pressure and you will be ready to push.  No joke.  My nurse was really feisty and used a lot of swear words.  I was so much in my zone that it really didn't bother me.  The pain was manageable until the last 2 hours of labor.  That's when it got hard and I was howling like a dog.  Seriously!  I was saying ouch and it would turn into aaaawoooow like a dog would sound howling.  Burr told me after, that he had to look away so he wouldn't laugh.  Oh well it got me through the pain.  Bryce finally turned after I laid on my stomach and pulled my right knee up to my chest.  When he decided to turn I felt the urge to push immediately.  Unfortunately I had to wait for Dr Dziko to get to the hospital.  I had to fight the urge to push and wait the horrendous 7 minutes until she got there.  My nurse kept telling me to turn onto my back but I couldn't move, I was sure he was going to come out if I did.  As soon as she walked in the door I turned on my back and started pushing.  She had about 2 seconds to get her gloves on.  Two pushes later and our beautiful baby boy came into the world.  It was amazing!  All the pain and pressure was suddenly gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SeFitBtgEkI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PK9Z8uAMx9U/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SeFitBtgEkI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PK9Z8uAMx9U/s400/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323644760221553218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my favorite thing hands down about my stay in the hospital.  A heated toilet seat with a beday.  All you ladies that have given birth will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SeFispT3jWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/a_rkkVYthSM/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SeFispT3jWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/a_rkkVYthSM/s400/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323644753671589218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to sleep at home for one night then in was back to the hospital because Bryce's belirubin levels were to high.  Here he is tanning under the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SeFiscF6RfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/kDOFmtdyaHY/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SeFiscF6RfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/kDOFmtdyaHY/s400/DSC00249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323644750123386354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very blessed and got to go home the next day.  He did great!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SeFir8Tt-AI/AAAAAAAAAfA/kkSUxk6aYp0/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SeFir8Tt-AI/AAAAAAAAAfA/kkSUxk6aYp0/s400/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323644741591365634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-31460358701427494?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/31460358701427494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=31460358701427494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/31460358701427494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/31460358701427494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/hospital-stay-and-jaundice.html' title='Hospital stay and Jaundice'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SeFitBtgEkI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PK9Z8uAMx9U/s72-c/DSC00113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-44476748810486748</id><published>2009-04-03T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:14:07.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce is here !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdaPKjUfuyI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wnXqgKXvvU4/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdaPKjUfuyI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wnXqgKXvvU4/s400/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320597421227490082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdaPKc2tl4I/AAAAAAAAAew/cGCkDVKJaQ4/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdaPKc2tl4I/AAAAAAAAAew/cGCkDVKJaQ4/s400/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320597419491956610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdaPKBaGq5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/h8vcLdj2Nes/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdaPKBaGq5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/h8vcLdj2Nes/s400/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320597412124208018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdaPJ4EioqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Gkm4m5GkWsE/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdaPJ4EioqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Gkm4m5GkWsE/s400/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320597409617846946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is here after being a stubborn baby and not wanting to come out he finally shifted into to the right position and he came out with only a few pushes. Jenn did awesome she was so great, she did how she wanted to with out epi. she was in a lot of pain but she pushed and did a very good job. It was amazing, we love the little guy so much and our grateful for heavenly father to send him to our family. He is 8 pounds and 1 ounce, and 21 inches long. Jenn says he looks like a Brimhall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-44476748810486748?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/44476748810486748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=44476748810486748' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/44476748810486748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/44476748810486748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/bryce-is-herey.html' title='Bryce is here !!!'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdaPKjUfuyI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wnXqgKXvvU4/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-6868689235193901532</id><published>2009-04-03T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:28:57.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Jenn just got checked and is now at a 7. The contractions are stronger now and she is starting to feel more pain. But she says it is not that bad. She is not getting a epi, this time  what a tropper, more update to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-6868689235193901532?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6868689235193901532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=6868689235193901532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6868689235193901532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6868689235193901532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-3414414465005798328</id><published>2009-04-03T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:26:56.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 3 IS ON HIS WAY !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdZErjrARyI/AAAAAAAAAeY/wsPXLD3aZ_o/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdZErjrARyI/AAAAAAAAAeY/wsPXLD3aZ_o/s400/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320515524885497634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdZErRC2iaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/HLN2qLc66tE/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdZErRC2iaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/HLN2qLc66tE/s400/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320515519885248930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdZEreKNI7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/f3ctXdfGXNo/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdZEreKNI7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/f3ctXdfGXNo/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320515523405751218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdZErMCokZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Z3oZbdrNPMQ/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdZErMCokZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Z3oZbdrNPMQ/s400/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320515518542156178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the hospital, we arrived at 6:15 am central time. Last time they checked Jenn was 3 and making progress. she is on pitocin, they have broke her water. Right now she is on a birthing ball bouncing around  trying and get this baby out. I got off the train at about 1 am  I came back from Creston Iowa, so im a little tired. Im really excited to see our new baby boy. I will keep posting blog updates all day long and give updates on what is going on.    # 3 in is on his way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-3414414465005798328?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3414414465005798328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=3414414465005798328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3414414465005798328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3414414465005798328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-is-on-his-way.html' title='# 3 IS ON HIS WAY !!'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdZErjrARyI/AAAAAAAAAeY/wsPXLD3aZ_o/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-6308735710995561168</id><published>2009-04-02T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:24:43.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby news</title><content type='html'>So my due date was today and no baby.  I had an appointment today.  The babies head is down but not engaged.  The few contractions that I have had have not done a darn thing.  My Aunt Sharon (not really related but is my moms good friend and we love her like family) got here on Tuesday to help and we can't wait for this baby any longer.  I need to take advantage of Sharon while she is here.  So here is the deal,  We are going to the hospital at 6 am to get induced.  I sooooo didn't want this to happen again but i am convinced that my body doesn't know how to go into labor on it's own.  So hopefully by tomorrow afternoon we will have our new baby boy.  I'll let you all know.  Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-6308735710995561168?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6308735710995561168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=6308735710995561168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6308735710995561168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6308735710995561168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-news.html' title='Baby news'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-3509457766188907993</id><published>2009-03-29T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:22:45.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Mess!</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when the big brother opens the refrigerator to get a drink and little brother gets in to help.  Mom was on the phone.  Oooops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdAlE2O2SWI/AAAAAAAAAd4/23nkkZ6OQwk/s1600-h/IMG_3187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdAlE2O2SWI/AAAAAAAAAd4/23nkkZ6OQwk/s400/IMG_3187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318791925132052834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdAlE2m85FI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NIqIMxu2Wrg/s1600-h/IMG_3188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdAlE2m85FI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NIqIMxu2Wrg/s400/IMG_3188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318791925233149010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-3509457766188907993?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3509457766188907993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=3509457766188907993' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3509457766188907993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3509457766188907993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-what-happens-when-big-brother.html' title='Big Mess!'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SdAlE2O2SWI/AAAAAAAAAd4/23nkkZ6OQwk/s72-c/IMG_3187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-6495443050010416718</id><published>2009-03-13T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:55:56.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEDDING FUN IN THE NEBRASKA SUN!</title><content type='html'>We recently went to pioneers park here in Lincoln to go sledding.  Burr and the boys had so much fun.  I was the designated photographer.  Didn't think it would be a very good idea to go in my condition.  The ramp was great.  We let Brekken go down it but the ramp was a little too fast for Brock.  It scared me to let Brock  go down as it was, but he loved it.  Every time he had to get off and let Brekken go down he threw himself down on the ground and threw a big fit.  I could here people around me saying, "that poor little boy he must be freezing".  I think people mean well but it annoyed me.  I wanted to turn around and say mind your own business he is upset because he doesn't get to go down right now.  Brekk was freezing by the time we got in the car but he had so much fun.  I'm hoping it will snow again so we can go one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/Sbqxv8xuzvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/BMzuujMm1rk/s400/IMG_3173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312754147763605234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my boys all bundles up ready to go down the hill.  I wish I would have taken a picture of the hill it was big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SbqxvXkOX7I/AAAAAAAAAdg/KHAYXDye8FQ/s1600-h/IMG_3169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SbqxvXkOX7I/AAAAAAAAAdg/KHAYXDye8FQ/s400/IMG_3169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312754137774841778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ramp was great!  Brekken and Burr would get going so fast I was afraid they were going to take run into someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/Sbqv6LmBy3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/8Wguoy5KMLs/s1600-h/IMG_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/Sbqv6LmBy3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/8Wguoy5KMLs/s400/IMG_3170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312752124516486002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this shot.  Brekken happened to look over at the perfect time.  My camera is so slow I wasn't sure I would even get them.  Can you see the snow ball in Brekken's hand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-6495443050010416718?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6495443050010416718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=6495443050010416718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6495443050010416718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6495443050010416718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/sledding-fun-in-nebraska-sun.html' title='SLEDDING FUN IN THE NEBRASKA SUN!'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/Sbqxv8xuzvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/BMzuujMm1rk/s72-c/IMG_3173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-6710614507187228227</id><published>2009-02-08T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:24:07.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of babes</title><content type='html'>So it finally happened, Brekken said something that I was hoping I could avoid his whole childhood.  He actually said two things within a week of each other.  On our drive to NE we stopped at Burger King to eat.  After getting our seat and I got up to throw something in the garbage.  When I got back Brekken said, " Mom I saw a fat guy".  Wow was I ever mortified!  There was a larger man sitting at the table next to us.  I told Brekken that we don't say things like that, but I couldn't even look over at the man.  I felt terrible.  The next horrifying moment happened at church today.  We were sitting in the pew, sacrament meeting had just begun and a very dark skinned black boy came in and sat in the pew in back of us.  Can you see where this is going?  Well my sweet little Brekken put his hand out to give the boy a high five.  The boy clapped his hand and Brekk turned to me and said, "mom his hand is black".  My mind is racing, what do I say!  " Yes Brekken it is".  I was hopping that would be the end of it but then he said, "and his face is black too".  Just drop it kid is what I was thinking.  He is so sweet, I love this little guy.  Our little ones sure do put us in awkward positions don't they.  Anyone have any advise the next time he says something that may really offend someone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-6710614507187228227?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6710614507187228227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=6710614507187228227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6710614507187228227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6710614507187228227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of babes'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-5341626760217772309</id><published>2009-02-06T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:59:45.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>So i feel like I finally have some time to breath.  Between figuring out were we were going to go for work, what to do with our house (do we sell? do we rent?), getting the house packed and ready for renters, sending Burr off to NE, moving in with Christina for 10 days, visiting my parents in OR for 2 1/2 weeks, going to UT for Burr's grandmothers funeral, and finally making it to Lincoln, NE.... I haven't had much time for blogging.  Oh did I mention I have less then 2 months until this new B boy is due.  Well I have been in Lincoln for almost a week now.  It's really nice here.  I miss my friends terribly but I hope to make new friends soon.  This Sunday will be the first Sunday here so we will get to go to church and meet people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my inspiration for starting this up today was something Brekk said when we were out shopping today.  We were at Bed Bath and Beyond and got to the front where all the candy and toys were.  This is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brekken: Mom I really want this candy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No Brekk, not today&lt;br /&gt;Brekken: But mom I really want it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No you don't always get something every time we go somewhere so go put it back.&lt;br /&gt;Brekken: Well I'm just not going to listen to you then, if you say that.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You don't talk to me like that and go put that back right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point I'm really trying to stay calm but loosing my patients.  So I stood by the exit waiting for him to take it back.  When I realized this approach wasn't getting me anywhere I brought his over to where the candy was and told him to put it back and this is when it got funny and my little dramatic boy showed his true colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brekken: Good bye candy.  I really want you.  I really want to have all of you candies. Sob sob sob....&lt;br /&gt;He is talking to the candy like the candy is a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that day we went to wallmart to get a few things.  I saw some cups with the built in straws.  I thought they would be great for Brekk because we are trying to get him off of the sippy cups.  When I put them in the cart this is what was said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brekken: Mom you are nice now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why do you say that I'm nice now.&lt;br /&gt;Brekken: because you got me these, and you said I couldn't get anything today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrrrg!  What in the world am I supposed to do?   What am I teaching my son.  He thinks he has to get something every time we go to the store.  I think I will blame this one on Burr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-5341626760217772309?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5341626760217772309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=5341626760217772309' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/5341626760217772309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/5341626760217772309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-5245207038268670386</id><published>2008-10-13T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:28:24.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went to UT for the week of General Conference. We had so much fun hanging with Burr's family, seeing old friends, and cousin Marisha. We did so much. I posted a ton of pictures and did separate blogs for each activity so you will have to scroll down pretty far to see it all. Sorry! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burr's parents had these head phones in there room to listen to the TV. Brekken thought they were so cool he had to wear them. This picture cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQsO90kGGI/AAAAAAAAAZU/RC92ar4JzKI/s1600-h/IMG_2552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQsO90kGGI/AAAAAAAAAZU/RC92ar4JzKI/s400/IMG_2552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256875300673034338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-5245207038268670386?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5245207038268670386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=5245207038268670386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/5245207038268670386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/5245207038268670386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-went-to-ut-for-week-of-general.html' title=''/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQsO90kGGI/AAAAAAAAAZU/RC92ar4JzKI/s72-c/IMG_2552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-5582290609031252521</id><published>2008-10-13T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:18:43.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went to the ancient life museum at Thanksgiving point with Marisha. This was probably the most fun we had the entire trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brekk loved playing in the sand and digging for the dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQp9tQZXvI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jqzLxT9T_Nw/s1600-h/IMG_2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQp9tQZXvI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jqzLxT9T_Nw/s400/IMG_2621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256872805145337586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock had fun also. He just wanted to splash and make a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQp-F28zXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8HWobqWa4-w/s1600-h/IMG_2626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQp-F28zXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8HWobqWa4-w/s400/IMG_2626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256872811749494130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brekk and Burr built there own dinosaur. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQp-ULKC6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/sh3PDp783m0/s1600-h/IMG_2633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQp-ULKC6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/sh3PDp783m0/s400/IMG_2633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256872815592344482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the most amazing dinosaur skeletons. I can't believe how big they were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQp-tOyZ-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/FjYlIIP2By0/s1600-h/IMG_2619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQp-tOyZ-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/FjYlIIP2By0/s400/IMG_2619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256872822318458850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brekken was so scared of this shark we had to drag him over to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQp-vknEwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/wfSEBd5_e_g/s1600-h/IMG_2631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQp-vknEwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/wfSEBd5_e_g/s400/IMG_2631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256872822946861826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-5582290609031252521?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5582290609031252521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=5582290609031252521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/5582290609031252521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/5582290609031252521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-went-to-ancient-life-museum-at.html' title=''/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQp9tQZXvI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jqzLxT9T_Nw/s72-c/IMG_2621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-1884122603272596674</id><published>2008-10-13T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:38:21.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took the boys to a nursery called the vineyard. It was so much fun. They had a corn maze, animals, a play ground, and another play area where they crawled through these tunnels and played in this big pumpkin. It was well worth the 3 dollars to get in. Its always fun to hang with cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute pumpkin and scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQnqvYHvyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/x1KiFcFBAfE/s1600-h/IMG_2595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQnqvYHvyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/x1KiFcFBAfE/s400/IMG_2595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256870280273837858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at the start of the corn maze. Little did I know how often I would have to chase Brekken down and threaten him to stay by me or I would strap him in the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQnqyqNBiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/tOrY8WFsfco/s1600-h/IMG_2597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQnqyqNBiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/tOrY8WFsfco/s400/IMG_2597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256870281154987554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a little girl that doesn't belong in this picture. Can you guess who it is? I didn't know how to tell her to get out of the way. Oh well, she blends in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQnrces_hI/AAAAAAAAAYU/c5LHQpGyM7g/s1600-h/IMG_2610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQnrces_hI/AAAAAAAAAYU/c5LHQpGyM7g/s400/IMG_2610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256870292381040146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the cousins walking to the end of the corn maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQnrjZQzoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/zyssj1vfzts/s1600-h/IMG_2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQnrjZQzoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/zyssj1vfzts/s400/IMG_2598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256870294237269634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock had fun crawling through this tunnel. It was the only time he got out of the stroller so he was happy. I don't even want to think about how dirty it was in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQnrq8cTRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QfurxsB5TgQ/s1600-h/IMG_2607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQnrq8cTRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QfurxsB5TgQ/s400/IMG_2607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256870296263871762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-1884122603272596674?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1884122603272596674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=1884122603272596674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1884122603272596674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1884122603272596674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-took-boys-to-nursery-called-vineyard.html' title=''/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQnqvYHvyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/x1KiFcFBAfE/s72-c/IMG_2595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-1412800948246944237</id><published>2008-10-13T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:40:36.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went out to dinner with Carly and Nat . I love these girls. Its always great to see them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two amazing friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQlQvHz6BI/AAAAAAAAAX0/8vW8rQvNkcI/s1600-h/IMG_2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQlQvHz6BI/AAAAAAAAAX0/8vW8rQvNkcI/s400/IMG_2591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256867634505574418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is everyone. Nat your kids are adorable and so well behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQlQ2B1Y9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/9Tqv-6gQ_PQ/s1600-h/IMG_2592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQlQ2B1Y9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/9Tqv-6gQ_PQ/s400/IMG_2592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256867636359554002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-1412800948246944237?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1412800948246944237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=1412800948246944237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1412800948246944237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1412800948246944237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-went-out-with-carly-and-nat-while-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQlQvHz6BI/AAAAAAAAAX0/8vW8rQvNkcI/s72-c/IMG_2591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-3247156159790432572</id><published>2008-10-13T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:46:58.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here we are at the Animal farm at Thanksgiving point. We loved hanging out with Sarah and the Kids. Brekk and Micah are great buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brekken was so excited to ride the horses. I was trying not to step in horse poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQjhJZtjqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/6lP7vXPabn0/s1600-h/IMG_2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQjhJZtjqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/6lP7vXPabn0/s400/IMG_2556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256865717414629026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. Brock was getting sleepy so he snuggled up to his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQjhap7ZHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/NLfP0YISkvI/s1600-h/IMG_2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQjhap7ZHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/NLfP0YISkvI/s400/IMG_2566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256865722046047346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best buddies, cousins Micah and Brekken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQjhUpBr-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/yAcYBc2ouo8/s1600-h/IMG_2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQjhUpBr-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/yAcYBc2ouo8/s400/IMG_2571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256865720431652834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins Grace, Brekken, and Micah. They all posed the same, so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQjh0axwDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FyAKG6onaB8/s1600-h/IMG_2589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQjh0axwDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FyAKG6onaB8/s400/IMG_2589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256865728961822770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-3247156159790432572?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3247156159790432572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=3247156159790432572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3247156159790432572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3247156159790432572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-we-are-at-animal-farm-at.html' title=''/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SPQjhJZtjqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/6lP7vXPabn0/s72-c/IMG_2556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-7635275827416795249</id><published>2008-10-12T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:40:09.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burr is no longer in his 20's</title><content type='html'>Burr turned the Big 30 today. I'm not sure how he is feeling about that. He told me that he didn't want to celebrate or even acknowledge that it was his birthday. I told him it was time to grow up, whatever that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f39fa6e06f54b66c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df39fa6e06f54b66c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331756895%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CD8E705507D3E8AD4D04D91FDF8CDD5D5D692E5.4F0EDB6CC3A468DC6CA2013FCDC68D724F98E01D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df39fa6e06f54b66c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKonlIh9MVz1YHOiasn-AuS_4glQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df39fa6e06f54b66c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331756895%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CD8E705507D3E8AD4D04D91FDF8CDD5D5D692E5.4F0EDB6CC3A468DC6CA2013FCDC68D724F98E01D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df39fa6e06f54b66c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKonlIh9MVz1YHOiasn-AuS_4glQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Brock got in on the singing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-7635275827416795249?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7635275827416795249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=7635275827416795249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/7635275827416795249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/7635275827416795249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/10/burr-is-no-longer-in-his-20s.html' title='Burr is no longer in his 20&apos;s'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-2713221618680920810</id><published>2008-09-15T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:29:39.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Brock's first birthday On Sunday. I still can't believe he is a year old. I was feeling sad then remembered that we have a little one coming in April. I really need him to grow up so I can handle a new born. It was so much fun to have our friends and family over to watch him eat his cake. I am a weird mom and don't like to feed my kids sugar until their first birthday so it was Brock's first taste of cake and ice cream. There is one exception, I gave Brock a popsicle(aunt Christina's idea) when he was teething so it really wasn't his first taste of sugar. He loved the frosting but wasn't a big fan of the ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SNF2ARS72KI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AFn6RxIo32k/s1600-h/IMG_2491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SNF2ARS72KI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AFn6RxIo32k/s400/IMG_2491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247104787878238370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SNF2AgZ_1mI/AAAAAAAAAW0/eyXaE-kwEY4/s1600-h/IMG_2503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SNF2AgZ_1mI/AAAAAAAAAW0/eyXaE-kwEY4/s400/IMG_2503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247104791934391906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SNF2BE4pbCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/V-JDy6iAVyE/s1600-h/IMG_2515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I almost cried going through all of the pictures from the past year. He is such a big boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1369094286740143950&amp;amp;site=widget-4e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1369094286740143950&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/p1/1369094286740143950/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1369094286740143950&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/p2/1369094286740143950/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1369094286740143950&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/p4/1369094286740143950/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6612175592306133187-5801397092060709673?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5801397092060709673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=5801397092060709673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/5801397092060709673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/5801397092060709673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/09/brocks-first-year.html' title='Brock&apos;s First Year'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-7691511619136190639</id><published>2008-09-13T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:05:10.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Navajo county fair</title><content type='html'>I took Brekk to the fair in Holbrook today. I got Miranda to babysit Brock for me so it was one on one with Brekk. He was so excited to go. We went with the Greens which was so much fun. I wanted to see all the animals and was a little disappointed when there really wasn't a whole lot. Brekk wanted to ride the rides and was on the verge of tantrum mod when I told him we weren't going to do that this time. I tried to distract him with a bomb pop that was almost as big as he was. Ya, that worked for about 5 minutes. It was a good thing we left when we did he was having a melt down and I basically had to drag him back to the car all while stuffing my face with a funnel cake. Yum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pigs smelled so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SMyCxC2nZKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/RkvAjBKBx0A/s1600-h/IMG_2478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SMyCxC2nZKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/RkvAjBKBx0A/s400/IMG_2478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245711445070931106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I thought this pig was dead. I love the tongue sticking out.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SMyCxaR1gdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/d7pbT-h92tw/s1600-h/IMG_2479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SMyCxaR1gdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/d7pbT-h92tw/s400/IMG_2479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245711451359117778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        We got a ride on a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SMyCx48IBgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ynig3fNpHsM/s1600-h/IMG_2484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SMyCx48IBgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ynig3fNpHsM/s400/IMG_2484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245711459589555714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         This bomb pop is bigger than his head.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SMyCyH0I91I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Dp5qOSgkPpM/s1600-h/IMG_2486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SMyCyH0I91I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Dp5qOSgkPpM/s400/IMG_2486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245711463582594898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SMyCyU84BcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NE9jos6djAs/s1600-h/IMG_2487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SMyCyU84BcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NE9jos6djAs/s400/IMG_2487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245711467108894146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-7691511619136190639?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7691511619136190639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=7691511619136190639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/7691511619136190639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/7691511619136190639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/09/navajo-county-fair.html' title='Navajo county fair'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SMyCxC2nZKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/RkvAjBKBx0A/s72-c/IMG_2478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-7935007762762226468</id><published>2008-09-12T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:39:40.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool</title><content type='html'>I have been doing preschool with Brekk for the past 3 weeks. It is the Letter of the week preschool curriculum that My friend Ashby told me about. It has the hole year planned out for us. I love it because I really wouldn't know where to begin if I had to come up with everything. We added saying the pledge of allegiance every morning at the start of our class. I loved saying the pledge of allegiance in school and so I really wanted Brekken to learn it. Since they took it out of the schools I think it is important that we teach our own children. 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Brekk is potty trained</title><content type='html'>I can't believe he is finally potty trained. It took about 3 days and then, something clicked. I had been watching him like a hawk because he hides every time he does his business. If I could catch him then he would go on the toilet but if he could get a chance and sneak of to my closet he would go in his pants. Then one day I couldn't find him and I was sure he was hiding somewhere, but in fact he was in the bathroom. He took himself! I was shocked and soooo excited. Crazy how happy getting Brekk potty trained has made me. 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Brekk is potty trained'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-8692081245761505235</id><published>2008-09-03T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:56:02.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is so sweet!</title><content type='html'>I have been sick off and on for the last 3 weeks. I rarely felt nauseous when I was pregnant with the boys. It is awful! I only wanted soup the other night and it had to be chicken noodle or taco soup. I decided that the taco with all of the spices would not be the best so chicken it was, besides we had all the ingredients for chicken noodle. Burr was so sweet, he jumped right in and started making it for me. About half way into it he said, "you should take a picture of me making you dinner and blog it." He doesn't want me to ever forget that he can be so thoughtful. The funny thing is he left shortly after I took this picture to go give someone a bid and I had to finish it. Oh well, its the thought that counts right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8MCgErnMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/d53hbo_cYz4/s1600-h/IMG_2408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241921728391388354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8MCgErnMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/d53hbo_cYz4/s400/IMG_2408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-8692081245761505235?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8692081245761505235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=8692081245761505235' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/8692081245761505235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/8692081245761505235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-is-so-sweet.html' title='He is so sweet!'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8MCgErnMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/d53hbo_cYz4/s72-c/IMG_2408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-2797754007840048902</id><published>2008-09-03T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:58:37.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sholow Skate Park</title><content type='html'>While we were up at the ranch Burr took Brekken to the skate park in Sholow. Of course Burr wants Brekk to be a skater boy. It is so fun to watch Burr teach Brekk, he loves being with his dad. I love that he had his sesame street helmet on, he looks so tough. The park was really cool, it was like two big bowls side by side. Burr was going up and jumping or trying to jump the middle then land in the other side. He looks hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8FLocnChI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DNC0A_WI2aY/s1600-h/IMG_2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241914188676663826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8FLocnChI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DNC0A_WI2aY/s400/IMG_2363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8FMPz4JrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TEPXpzl6UL0/s1600-h/IMG_2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241914199243237042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8FMPz4JrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TEPXpzl6UL0/s400/IMG_2367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8FMcpI8dI/AAAAAAAAAVM/0fcqRuIW5UQ/s1600-h/IMG_2384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241914202687861202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8FMcpI8dI/AAAAAAAAAVM/0fcqRuIW5UQ/s400/IMG_2384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8FM6LusyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/iain4CE0kdI/s1600-h/IMG_2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241914210617570082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8FM6LusyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/iain4CE0kdI/s400/IMG_2380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8FNK-vCHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/m81Lq52ngf0/s1600-h/IMG_2385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241914215126468722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8FNK-vCHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/m81Lq52ngf0/s400/IMG_2385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-2797754007840048902?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2797754007840048902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=2797754007840048902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/2797754007840048902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/2797754007840048902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/09/sholow-skate-park.html' title='Sholow Skate Park'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL8FLocnChI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DNC0A_WI2aY/s72-c/IMG_2363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-5702840601163164949</id><published>2008-09-03T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:55:17.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ranch</title><content type='html'>We love going to to ranch. Last weekend Burr put up rain gutter on his uncles homes there, so we took the boys for a night. There are a couple of tire swings down by the basement. This is one of Brekken's favorite things to do at the ranch. Brock loved it too. He laid back, kicked his feet up and was ready to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL70RW1kcZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9HeUK601NO0/s1600-h/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241895595331056018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL70RW1kcZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9HeUK601NO0/s400/IMG_2392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL70RnvEJSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rhsF_FZn6sc/s1600-h/IMG_2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241895599867176226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL70RnvEJSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rhsF_FZn6sc/s400/IMG_2399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair blowing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL70R98p0kI/AAAAAAAAAU0/LpY50im766I/s1600-h/IMG_2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241895605829751362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL70R98p0kI/AAAAAAAAAU0/LpY50im766I/s400/IMG_2402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-5702840601163164949?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5702840601163164949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=5702840601163164949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/5702840601163164949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/5702840601163164949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/09/ranch.html' title='The Ranch'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL70RW1kcZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9HeUK601NO0/s72-c/IMG_2392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-667619551809815627</id><published>2008-09-03T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:27:16.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is climbing</title><content type='html'>Brock started climbing the stairs last week. He is getting so big and really fast. I was in the kitchen cleaning up while the boys were playing in the family room,(so I thought) I looked over and didn't see Brock. Usually when I can't find him he is in my bathroom playing with the bathtub faucet. I went to look but no Brock. I was walking through the house calling his name and when I got to the stairs and looked up he was hanging out at the very top just smiling at me. SCARY! I guess its time for the gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL7xYtGi0fI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8TcSpwTC3oo/s1600-h/IMG_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241892423032033778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL7xYtGi0fI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8TcSpwTC3oo/s400/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL7xYwrTXPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gk8DKKPwxeQ/s1600-h/IMG_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241892423991516402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL7xYwrTXPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gk8DKKPwxeQ/s400/IMG_2346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL7xC_WdQHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6X7_c6LgGkI/s1600-h/IMG_2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241892049973493874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL7xC_WdQHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6X7_c6LgGkI/s400/IMG_2347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-667619551809815627?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/667619551809815627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=667619551809815627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/667619551809815627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/667619551809815627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-baby-is-climbing.html' title='My baby is climbing'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SL7xYtGi0fI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8TcSpwTC3oo/s72-c/IMG_2349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-7281795057844623205</id><published>2008-08-10T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:47:50.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again!</title><content type='html'>Ummm yep! That would be two lines people. I am pregnant. We were planning to try in September but somehow didn't make it that far. Oh well! We are excited and I am very nervous. I have had a few freak out moments. Crying and thinking I can't do this, Brock is still too little, Brekken is not potty trained, how am I going to do this. Thank goodness we have 9 months to prepare ourselves. I am only just over 6 weeks but I'm already feeling fat and sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-1xUlufMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sTCWmPrxsW8/s1600-h/DSC04982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233101150972968130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-1xUlufMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sTCWmPrxsW8/s400/DSC04982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-yvRYetaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Y81CwfN6fA0/s1600-h/DSC04981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233097817217480098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-yvRYetaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Y81CwfN6fA0/s400/DSC04981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-yt56MqNI/AAAAAAAAATs/NWIVorrUZas/s1600-h/DSC04988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233097793736583378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-yt56MqNI/AAAAAAAAATs/NWIVorrUZas/s400/DSC04988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-7281795057844623205?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7281795057844623205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=7281795057844623205' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/7281795057844623205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/7281795057844623205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again!'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-1xUlufMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sTCWmPrxsW8/s72-c/DSC04982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-4913483343503106460</id><published>2008-08-10T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:27:50.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indoor smores</title><content type='html'>I made indoor smores with Brekken the other day. I wanted something sweet so badly we made a special trip to the store to get all the ingredients. Brekken is a great helper when it comes to making a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-wVO05FBI/AAAAAAAAATk/bEPhCnYp24I/s1600-h/DSC04993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-wVO05FBI/AAAAAAAAATk/bEPhCnYp24I/s400/DSC04993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233095170831488018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brekken did all the pouring into the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-pRX-TbsI/AAAAAAAAATU/onbL3OZjpGU/s1600-h/DSC04997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-pRX-TbsI/AAAAAAAAATU/onbL3OZjpGU/s400/DSC04997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233087407986011842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also helped press them into the pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-pSP3Y4TI/AAAAAAAAATc/_Tg_YOu_eCM/s1600-h/DSC04998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-pSP3Y4TI/AAAAAAAAATc/_Tg_YOu_eCM/s400/DSC04998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233087422989394226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course someone has to lick the spatula.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-4913483343503106460?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4913483343503106460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=4913483343503106460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/4913483343503106460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/4913483343503106460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/08/indoor-smores.html' title='Indoor smores'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-wVO05FBI/AAAAAAAAATk/bEPhCnYp24I/s72-c/DSC04993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-3377526714179977645</id><published>2008-08-10T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:56:15.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into everything!</title><content type='html'>Brock is at the stage were he is curious about everything. He is also into everything. We have a bottle drawer in the kitchen that he gets into everyday and pulls out everything. Every time I am doing dishes he is right there climbing into the dishwasher or pulling out the dishes. I love this stage when they explore but it sure is tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-a9Rps2mI/AAAAAAAAASs/brRacgkFY6s/s1600-h/DSC04946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233071669528812130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-a9Rps2mI/AAAAAAAAASs/brRacgkFY6s/s400/DSC04946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-a96ZqQ-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/TQg2psBGUgY/s1600-h/DSC04953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233071680467387362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-a96ZqQ-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/TQg2psBGUgY/s400/DSC04953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-a-YShkoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ca4ODYJcSW8/s1600-h/DSC05000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233071688490521218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-a-YShkoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ca4ODYJcSW8/s400/DSC05000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-a-7bHLVI/AAAAAAAAATE/GFoZ5od_boo/s1600-h/DSC04999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233071697921781074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-a-7bHLVI/AAAAAAAAATE/GFoZ5od_boo/s400/DSC04999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-3377526714179977645?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3377526714179977645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=3377526714179977645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3377526714179977645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3377526714179977645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/08/into-everything.html' title='Into everything!'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-a9Rps2mI/AAAAAAAAASs/brRacgkFY6s/s72-c/DSC04946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-3152754559685123996</id><published>2008-08-10T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:25:39.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath time</title><content type='html'>My boys love Bath time! I used to think it should be a way to calm them down at the end of the day but I sometimes put them in there just to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-THbOyO8I/AAAAAAAAARE/rpLeeCpQjbY/s1600-h/DSC04979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233063047805942722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-THbOyO8I/AAAAAAAAARE/rpLeeCpQjbY/s400/DSC04979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brekk had fun with the bubbles. He loved this mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-THzlDLUI/AAAAAAAAARM/k-yQlN7ELdM/s1600-h/DSC04976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233063054341778754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-THzlDLUI/AAAAAAAAARM/k-yQlN7ELdM/s400/DSC04976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock loves to stand in the bath every chance he gets. I'm afraid he is going to slip and crack his head open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-TIg2f50I/AAAAAAAAARU/6LBgtouZUYY/s1600-h/DSC04980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233063066494560066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-TIg2f50I/AAAAAAAAARU/6LBgtouZUYY/s400/DSC04980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brekken saw his hair and said, "I look like a girl". I gave him a bubble beard and he said he looked like Santa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-3152754559685123996?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3152754559685123996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=3152754559685123996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3152754559685123996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3152754559685123996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/08/bath-time.html' title='Bath time'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJ-THbOyO8I/AAAAAAAAARE/rpLeeCpQjbY/s72-c/DSC04979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-1202808840452764242</id><published>2008-08-04T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:21:01.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two adorable boys</title><content type='html'>My friend Ashby did a photo shoot with the boys last week. She is so talented. The boys were suprizingly being very well behaved and we got a ton of great shots. Here are a few of the ones I love love love. Thanks again Ash, I miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJeLoVCo57I/AAAAAAAAAOw/MjVwdH-TEAA/s1600-h/brekken+5975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230803017173362610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJeLoVCo57I/AAAAAAAAAOw/MjVwdH-TEAA/s400/brekken+5975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJeKSJtDRjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/L9XbbExDomk/s1600-h/brock+6035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230801536661276210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJeKSJtDRjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/L9XbbExDomk/s400/brock+6035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJeJRsVLBdI/AAAAAAAAANw/1IhLU927bcc/s1600-h/brekken+5945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230800429264864722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJeJRsVLBdI/AAAAAAAAANw/1IhLU927bcc/s400/brekken+5945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJeI_3Ng5rI/AAAAAAAAANo/bLQYGn7GX64/s1600-h/boys+6001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230800122947888818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJeI_3Ng5rI/AAAAAAAAANo/bLQYGn7GX64/s400/boys+6001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-1202808840452764242?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1202808840452764242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=1202808840452764242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1202808840452764242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1202808840452764242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-adorable-boys.html' title='Two adorable boys'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SJeLoVCo57I/AAAAAAAAAOw/MjVwdH-TEAA/s72-c/brekken+5975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-3568507397836625833</id><published>2008-07-26T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:56:25.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SIt7pD-cLMI/AAAAAAAAALI/XiNay-bNFkM/s1600-h/Homolovi+Fun+Run+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227407737865645250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SIt7pD-cLMI/AAAAAAAAALI/XiNay-bNFkM/s320/Homolovi+Fun+Run+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leann and I did the Homolovi Fun run on July 11 organized by a the Hopi tribe.  We were twins.  It was a 6.5 mile cross country course.  I thought that it was going to be a piece of cake, but it was actually really tuff.  I have never run cross country before.  We were running on sand for more than half the time.  It wasn't even dirt it was sand like you would find on the beach.   Most of the course was marked well with blue and pink flags  but about a quarter of a mile to the finish we some how got lost.  We were wondering around trying to find the course.  We kept seeing what we thought were shoe prints but who knows.  We eventually found the course just down a little hill and we were back on track.  There was another man who was running behind us and also helping look for the course we really didn't want to come in last so we picked up the pace and beat him.  He was probably in his 50's so I'm glad he didn't pass us.  After the run they did some prize drawings, they had like 20 prizes and about 30 to 40 people running.  I guess we are not that lucky because neither of us won.  Sigh!  They also gave each runner corn on the cob that they had cooked in the ground, it was delicious.  It was a neat experience the Hopi culture and traditions.  One of the men running the activities spoke a little about the Hopi culture.  He told us that they don't have metals for us because we can not take them into the next like but he wanted to leave us with his prayers.  This run, his hopefully, one that I will do every year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-3568507397836625833?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3568507397836625833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=3568507397836625833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3568507397836625833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3568507397836625833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/07/leann-and-i-did-homolovi-fun-run-on.html' title=''/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SIt7pD-cLMI/AAAAAAAAALI/XiNay-bNFkM/s72-c/Homolovi+Fun+Run+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-6444438426811306697</id><published>2008-07-26T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:29:45.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SIt6qhCEqeI/AAAAAAAAALA/vNRj_Lp_NBU/s1600-h/0715081226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227406663333751266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SIt6qhCEqeI/AAAAAAAAALA/vNRj_Lp_NBU/s320/0715081226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brock had his very first trip to the Emergency Room last week. He was in his high chair eating cheerios while i was getting dressed. I heard a crash and then the most horrible cry I have ever heard. When I found him he was on the tile screaming and Brekk was next to his playing with my flowers. I didn't see what happened but he may have had help getting out from his big brother. I was frantic, you would have thought he was my first baby. Because his Doctor is in Flagstaff 45 min away I decided to take his to the ER just to make sure he was OK. I was not all the way dressed, hair not combed, no make-up, Brekk was running around in only his diaper, and Brock was filthy dirty from crawling around all morning in his white onezie. I tried to call Burr who was working on a house in town but he left his cell phone home. How annoying!!!! At the time I was thinking worst case scenario, Brock had cracked his scull. Now that I look back I was being a very over protective mom. I hurried to get myself dressed, Brekken dressed, Quickly brushed my hair out and ran out the door. I dropped Brekk off at Corie's house and headed to the ER. On the way there a lady cut me off and I lost, I started crying from the stress and frustration. I was so mad at myself for not buckling Brock in (we normally don't because the tray sits right up against his belly), I couldn't get a hold off Burr, Brock was screaming in the car, and now some lady cuts me off. Arrrgh! Sob Sob Sob. Well Brock was just fine and we were in and out with in an hour. The moral of the story... always buckle your child in his high chair even if you think he will be OK with out it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-6444438426811306697?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6444438426811306697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=6444438426811306697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6444438426811306697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6444438426811306697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/07/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SIt6qhCEqeI/AAAAAAAAALA/vNRj_Lp_NBU/s72-c/0715081226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-1843915272290820833</id><published>2008-06-24T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:39:44.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is My daddy?</title><content type='html'>Burr is at scout camp this week.  He left last Saturday and won't get home until Saturday afternoon.  We miss him a ton.  Brekken has been asking me everyday, "where is my daddy".  The boys really miss him.  He is gone a lot with his job, it's typical for him to be gone a day and a half then home for a day and a half.  But 8 days straight.  This is killing me.  It is true, absence makes the heart grow fonder.   Here are some of the things I have noticed that I really need Burr for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take out trash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn off lights and make sure doors are locked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take care of mouse found in the mouse trap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get the mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help put kids to bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok now for the mushy stuff.  Here are some reasons why I can't live without Burr....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugs and kisses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His support&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His encouragement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel safe at night when he is home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His lame jokes!  They really aren't funny but he always makes me laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He tells me I'm beautiful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;We love you so much Burr and we are anxious for you to get home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-1843915272290820833?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1843915272290820833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=1843915272290820833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1843915272290820833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1843915272290820833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-is-my-daddy.html' title='Where is My daddy?'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-4034102804826111072</id><published>2008-06-19T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:00:15.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We recently bought Brekken a new bike, his first big boy bike (training wheels included). I took him for a bike ride the other day. We stopped to pick up his friend Boston. They had a blast racing each other down the road. I had to tell them about every 3 seconds to get over to the side. Brekk said, " why mom? cause the cars will smash us like a pancake". Ha ha ha ...I really don't know where he got that one, he cracks me up. Brock had fun strolling along with mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtOQaocWlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zsSfPFlm-zw/s1600-h/IMG_2300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213847037545306706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtOQaocWlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zsSfPFlm-zw/s400/IMG_2300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtOTuT7uII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9hCa08aBXzY/s1600-h/IMG_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213847094367598722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtOTuT7uII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9hCa08aBXzY/s400/IMG_2303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtOUEUP3fI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lD9nkyIsJDM/s1600-h/IMG_2302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213847100274499058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtOUEUP3fI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lD9nkyIsJDM/s400/IMG_2302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-4034102804826111072?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4034102804826111072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=4034102804826111072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/4034102804826111072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/4034102804826111072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-recently-bought-brekken-new-bike-his.html' title=''/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtOQaocWlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zsSfPFlm-zw/s72-c/IMG_2300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-4347244730816870244</id><published>2008-06-19T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:14:53.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>Brekk passed swim lessons today. When he started two weeks ago he was a big wanny! He would cry and tell his swim teacher he wanted to get out but now, he loves it. I think bribing him really helps. He got his choice of treat if he did what he was supposed to. Way to go Brekk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtKenO3RsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yTNnd6BeySc/s1600-h/IMG_2291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213842883399337666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtKenO3RsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yTNnd6BeySc/s320/IMG_2291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtKe-_-d1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/WluOGZuSm8w/s1600-h/IMG_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213842889779345234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtKe-_-d1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/WluOGZuSm8w/s320/IMG_2293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtKfCYYANI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jHz1oCgEr3E/s1600-h/IMG_2298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213842890686988498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtKfCYYANI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jHz1oCgEr3E/s320/IMG_2298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtKflyozrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/I_9QKLqjGMI/s1600-h/IMG_2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213842900192382642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtKflyozrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/I_9QKLqjGMI/s320/IMG_2295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-4347244730816870244?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4347244730816870244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=4347244730816870244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/4347244730816870244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/4347244730816870244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/06/swim-lessons.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFtKenO3RsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yTNnd6BeySc/s72-c/IMG_2291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-1463244559989028109</id><published>2008-06-18T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:09:56.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little stinker!</title><content type='html'>I put Brock down for a nap the other day 5 minutes later I heard him laughing from the other room. When I went in Brekken screamed and tried to hide. When he realized that I wasn't mad he said, "both your babies are sleeping". I love that they are interacting with each other more. Brock loves his big brother. I hope they will always be good friends. I want a girl so bad but I can't imagine not having my boys. I love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213454431483588306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFnpLvFD7tI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QBjuVSLGv8c/s200/IMG_2284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFnpLONh4XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cihO-IpTKEw/s1600-h/IMG_2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213454422660735346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFnpLONh4XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cihO-IpTKEw/s200/IMG_2283.JPG" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFnpLwJZ5vI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_ZPOeCChLJE/s1600-h/IMG_2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213454431770240754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFnpLwJZ5vI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_ZPOeCChLJE/s200/IMG_2285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-1463244559989028109?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1463244559989028109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=1463244559989028109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1463244559989028109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/1463244559989028109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-stinker.html' title='Little stinker!'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFnpLvFD7tI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QBjuVSLGv8c/s72-c/IMG_2284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-312598743508485258</id><published>2008-06-15T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:17:54.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a marathon runner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFX1shwQD-I/AAAAAAAAAII/JxBcQMocZJU/s1600-h/HPIM2607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212342289075015650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFX1shwQD-I/AAAAAAAAAII/JxBcQMocZJU/s200/HPIM2607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFnrVN12y8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/au4IJHAUsFU/s1600-h/IMG_2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213456793383390146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFnrVN12y8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/au4IJHAUsFU/s200/IMG_2281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it! I ran a marathon. I started training in February for the June 1st San Diego Rock and Roll Marathon. I trained and ran it with with 3 awesome friends here in Winslow who helped me push through all the grooling long runs on Saturday mornings. Leann, Susie, and Christal I love you guys! Here are some of the memories I have of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2:10 am - Woke up freezing cold and needed to go to the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2:13 am- Got back into bed, checked the clock and the anxiety kicked in, tossed and turned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3:00 am- Still awake, heard the alarm clock from the room next door. Told myself if I fell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asleep I could still get another hour. Totally didn't help! Only made the anxiety worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3:45 am- Still awake! How annoying! I guess I'll get up and run a marathon now. Got dressed, put on some mascara for pictures, went down to the lobby to catch my shuttle to the start line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4:30 am- Got on shuttle to start line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:00 am- Ate part of a bagel. Drank some powerade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:15 am- Got a massage. This was awesome! There were about 15 tables set up with volunteers to give massages to the runners. The lady who worked on me worked out a kink in my butt. Yes, my butt. I was having some syatic pain. She totally helped me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:30 am- Met up with the girls did some stretching, took a few pictures, turned in bag at the UPS trucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6:00 am- Stood in line for the porto-potties. No T.P. by the time we got up there. I grabbed a piece that I found on the grass just outside of the potties. No doubt it was on the bottom of someone shoe at one point. Yuck!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6:37 am- Crossed start line. One step down, 26.2 miles to go. I kept a 10 minute mile for a little more then 7 miles then I decided not to push it. I don't know if it was the humidity or what but I couldn't keep up with the girls. So i put my head phones in, turned on the ipod, and did my own thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around mile 12- I was feeling down, struggling with not seeing my friends for awhile, I looked up at the people cheering us on and there was a woman holding a sign that said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"GO JEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JESUS ROCKS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU ROLL"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this sign was totally not meant for me, but I got really emotional and even cried. I told myself Jesus is my rock. I can do this! Ya cheesy I know! But it got me through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just after the Half Marathon point- I recorded myself with my phone, and if I can ever figure out how to put the video onto the comp, I will share it with you. I was pumped and I didn't realize it but I was only like 3 minutes behind my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it was around mile 14- I saw Christal coming out of the porto-potties. I got so excited! We stayed together for about 3 miles. We both stopped to get some water, I started running again and I looked back but I didn't see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mile 19- Called Burr, asked if he was waiting at mile 21 like we planned. Not there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mile 20- Called Burr again still not there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In between mile 20 and 21- Burr in route to mile 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mile 21- Talking to Burr waiting at mile 21 to run with me. Oops I passed it but didn't realize I had passed it until I saw the mile 22 sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mile 22- Called Burr and told him to sprint to catch up. This wasn't to hard, I was going so slow by this point an old man, I mean really OLD man passed me he was speed walking. But in my defense he had really long legs. Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around 22.3 miles- I was sweating so bad that the sweat was poring into my eyes. I couldn't see a thing and the salt hurt so badly that I had to go to the side and try and blink the sweat away. I had nothing to wipe it away from my eyes. My clothes were soaked with a combination of sweat and water that i had poured down the front of me and my arms were completely sweaty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About mile 22.5- I saw Burr. I was so excited! I got a burst of energy for about a mile. Then I really needed to focus. It was great having him run with me but I think it threw me off focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25.8 miles or so- Almost there! The finish line was on a military base. Just before we got onto the base they told Burr he had to get off of the running course and go through security. Well that sucked! I was envisioning holding Burrs hand running over the finish line. I quickly told him I loved him and that I would call him after I had finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 hours and 5 minutes after I started running- I crossed the finish line. I turned to my right and this random guy gave my a high five and yelled, "WE DID IT"! That was awesome. I was going to cry but no, I held it back. I did it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6612175592306133187-312598743508485258?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/312598743508485258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=312598743508485258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/312598743508485258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/312598743508485258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-marathon-runner.html' title='I&apos;m a marathon runner!'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFX1shwQD-I/AAAAAAAAAII/JxBcQMocZJU/s72-c/HPIM2607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-9215773042894517002</id><published>2008-06-15T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:57:10.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Year's, 8 Hour's, 26.2 Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVm4lxUedI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BlnMItMuSYA/s1600-h/IMG_2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212185266148899282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVm4lxUedI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BlnMItMuSYA/s200/IMG_2266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVm44isufI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1pKF4iZ-2d0/s1600-h/IMG_2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212185271187847666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVm44isufI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1pKF4iZ-2d0/s200/IMG_2269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVm5cj4PzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/K_IRzFQkJeE/s1600-h/HPIM2607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212185280856473394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVm5cj4PzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/K_IRzFQkJeE/s200/HPIM2607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVm5xbg9LI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERcjLKyo-mM/s1600-h/HPIM2608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212185286458537138" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVlW9Y5duI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YyKg34vszRs/s200/IMG_2247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVlXRFfbTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5kV7PwIJy04/s1600-h/IMG_2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212183594149047602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVlXRFfbTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5kV7PwIJy04/s200/IMG_2248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVlX7bFgxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ebxfsMFtFiw/s1600-h/IMG_2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212183605513913106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVlX7bFgxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ebxfsMFtFiw/s200/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVfn4R_mMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZKPQ8eMTWqk/s1600-h/IMG_2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212177282478610626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVfn4R_mMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZKPQ8eMTWqk/s200/IMG_2235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212175182404226514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVdto5PjdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pieQnv_Rqbw/s200/IMG_2223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jenn and I recently took a trip to San Diego for our 7Th anniversary. We drove 8 Hrs to get there but it was well worth it. We left Brekk and Brock at home with Aunt Christina. It was hard for Jenn to leave Brock but she manage to get through it. The first day we went to the San Diego Zoo and went and saw the animals my favorite was the Panda Bear he was munching down some bamboo like it was candy. Jenn's favorite was the Elephant of course because that's her favorite animal. It was really fun. That night we went to red robin one off Jenn and my favorite places to eat. The second day we went to Sea World and went on the rides there and got soaking wet. We tried to touch the dolphins but they don't liked to come to you unless you buy the fish to feed them. We did get to touch sting rays which was really cool. We saw killer whales and sharks and all types of fish it was really fun, I cant wait to come back with our kids I know they will love it. That night we eat out at olive garden so Jenn could load up on carbs for here marathon. The next morning Jenn got up at 3:45 am to catch her shuttle ride to the San Diego Rock and Roll Marathon. Her and 3 of her friends here in Winslow have been training for months to run this marathon. They met her there and they ran the 26.2 miles to the finish line, it took Jenn 5hrs and 5 min. which I think is totally awesome for her first marathon. I ran the last 5 miles with her to help keep her excited and focused. I missed her by like a mile, so i had to run pretty fast to catch up to her. I felt really bad because i was passing hundreds of people who just ran 21 miles and I was fresh zooming past them, if i was them i would be ticked off. Jenn did it she accomplished her goal to be a marathon runner. I'm so proud of her it not an easy thing to do. The five miles that I ran left me hurting, I cant imagine how she felt. She was sore for about a week and would not go upstairs for anything. I cant Wait for next anniversary. &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/6612175592306133187-9215773042894517002?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/9215773042894517002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=9215773042894517002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/9215773042894517002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/9215773042894517002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/06/7-years-8-hours-262-miles.html' title='7 Year&apos;s, 8 Hour&apos;s, 26.2 Miles'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SFVm4lxUedI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BlnMItMuSYA/s72-c/IMG_2266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-8545893308847277567</id><published>2008-05-23T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:11:00.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poooooop it stinks!</title><content type='html'>I hate potty training! After 2 agonizes months of poop clean ups i have realized my defeat. Brekken has won this battle for now. Seriously he will be 6 before he is out of diapers. And when the other children are teasing him because he pooped his pants, I will tell him it was his own fault! Lol, no really I feel like I have tried it all. Rewarding with M&amp;amp;M's, Popsicles, toys, stickers. Going cold turkey, straight to big boy underpants, and they were the cool ones like Diego and cars. I tried the phone call from his hero Diego. That was fun for a day. We had a potty party when he would go, but noooo... it wasn't good enough. I even tried cold baths. It is kind of like cleaning up after a little puppy. He pooped on the formal living room floor. Burr had the pleasure of cleaning that one up. Thanks again daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDcx0GEkfTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/O73cKS95CP4/s1600-h/IMG_2091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203682665502637362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDcx0GEkfTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/O73cKS95CP4/s200/IMG_2091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDcxx2EkfSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qG-IIeNu6ao/s1600-h/IMG_2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203682626847931682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDcxx2EkfSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qG-IIeNu6ao/s200/IMG_2093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDcx1GEkfVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3Vi9r9mxVd8/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203682682682506578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDcx1GEkfVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3Vi9r9mxVd8/s200/IMG_1838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDcx0mEkfUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/78WVabT5AmY/s1600-h/IMG_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203682674092571970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDcx0mEkfUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/78WVabT5AmY/s200/IMG_1836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-8545893308847277567?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8545893308847277567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=8545893308847277567' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/8545893308847277567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/8545893308847277567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/05/poooooop-it-stinks.html' title='Poooooop it stinks!'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDcx0GEkfTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/O73cKS95CP4/s72-c/IMG_2091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-6827527777518782702</id><published>2008-05-19T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:08:46.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Dreams Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDG-UJjwFzI/AAAAAAAAADg/DlpKOaiQSSI/s1600-h/IMG_2029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202148297962166066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDG-UJjwFzI/AAAAAAAAADg/DlpKOaiQSSI/s200/IMG_2029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a few pictures of our Disney Land trip we took in March. We had so much fun running around getting on rides. We went with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Timo&lt;/span&gt; and Sarah's family, and Mark and Christina's family. We were glued to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Timo&lt;/span&gt; and Sarah the hole time. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Timo&lt;/span&gt; and Sarah for making it a great trip. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think we would have had as much fun without you guys. I will always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; planning and plotting the night before which rides we were going to run to, waking up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brekken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whispering&lt;/span&gt; "mom i want to go to Disney Land",and Burr going to get the fast passes will stood in lines that seemed to go on forever. It really was a magical place were dreams come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDG86ZjwFuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BrqyWp8UkTI/s1600-h/IMG_2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202146756068906722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDG86ZjwFuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BrqyWp8UkTI/s320/IMG_2061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDG87JjwFwI/AAAAAAAAADI/KGmflmotK0U/s1600-h/IMG_2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202146768953808642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDG87JjwFwI/AAAAAAAAADI/KGmflmotK0U/s320/IMG_2054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDG87pjwFxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1mu5PUDTCfM/s1600-h/IMG_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202146777543743250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDG87pjwFxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1mu5PUDTCfM/s320/IMG_2036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDG88JjwFyI/AAAAAAAAADY/u_SNuqlAkjA/s1600-h/IMG_2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202146786133677858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDG88JjwFyI/AAAAAAAAADY/u_SNuqlAkjA/s320/IMG_2038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-6827527777518782702?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6827527777518782702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=6827527777518782702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6827527777518782702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/6827527777518782702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-are-few-pictures-of-our-disney.html' title='Where Dreams Come True'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SDG-UJjwFzI/AAAAAAAAADg/DlpKOaiQSSI/s72-c/IMG_2029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-763201109256521685</id><published>2008-05-18T21:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:53:31.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1369094286734478895&amp;amp;site=widget-2f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1369094286734478895&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p1/1369094286734478895/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1369094286734478895&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p2/1369094286734478895/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6612175592306133187-763201109256521685?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/763201109256521685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=763201109256521685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/763201109256521685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/763201109256521685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/05/check-out-my-slide-show_7057.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612175592306133187.post-3826318819825891645</id><published>2008-05-16T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:39:10.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beggining</title><content type='html'>Well here we go. This is my first official entry. I decided I would make time for a blog for two ressons. First it is a great way to journal and second our parents can see our children grow up through the computer. Kinda sad, but when you live so far away you do what you can. So mom and dad Stewart and mom and dad Brimhall this is for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612175592306133187-3826318819825891645?l=jennandthebboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3826318819825891645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612175592306133187&amp;postID=3826318819825891645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3826318819825891645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612175592306133187/posts/default/3826318819825891645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennandthebboys.blogspot.com/2008/05/beggining.html' title='The beggining'/><author><name>The Brimhall's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228162708345240530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ThPqVflObo/SevktURi4KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AcgOeyZ3hg8/S220/DSC00161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
