<?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-6209846641117508552</id><updated>2011-11-02T11:22:47.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Precious Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-4787593981317719668</id><published>2011-10-14T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T16:39:26.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lea known as LeLa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYl2WyusYOs/Tpi_zCelYMI/AAAAAAAAA04/GhDyAJfLQ7c/s1600/Lea%2Bholding%2BAlyssa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663487414977781954" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYl2WyusYOs/Tpi_zCelYMI/AAAAAAAAA04/GhDyAJfLQ7c/s400/Lea%2Bholding%2BAlyssa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnbn4njYeXY/Tpi_yjbCe6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/GBSvNGwmV8A/s1600/Lea%2Briding%2Ba%2Btwo%2Bwheeler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663487406641413026" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnbn4njYeXY/Tpi_yjbCe6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/GBSvNGwmV8A/s400/Lea%2Briding%2Ba%2Btwo%2Bwheeler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-TLZB5fhA/Tpi_yUBM9jI/AAAAAAAAA0g/oqAsujNv0dQ/s1600/Lea%2Bthe%2Bladybug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663487402506516018" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-TLZB5fhA/Tpi_yUBM9jI/AAAAAAAAA0g/oqAsujNv0dQ/s400/Lea%2Bthe%2Bladybug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnDan2qxdyw/Tpi_yEqyufI/AAAAAAAAA0M/smOomIVYmU8/s1600/Lea%2Bin%2Ba%2Btree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663487398385990130" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnDan2qxdyw/Tpi_yEqyufI/AAAAAAAAA0M/smOomIVYmU8/s400/Lea%2Bin%2Ba%2Btree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pshU2kAYbjU/Tpi_x3S78QI/AAAAAAAAA0E/LI-FSJ_AJ64/s1600/Silly%2Bface%2BLea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663487394796269826" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pshU2kAYbjU/Tpi_x3S78QI/AAAAAAAAA0E/LI-FSJ_AJ64/s400/Silly%2Bface%2BLea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lea has grown up so much over the last couple months. Since Kiley is in school from 8-2 everyday Lea has become such a good helper. Her relationship with her brother Ben has gotten stronger and she is listening better. She is such a joy to be around and has such a loving heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) This is a picture of my new niece and Lea. My niece was born about a month ago and she is so cute. Lea was in love with her and wanted to hold her all the time. Lea can't wait to be able to snuggle her again soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Almost everyday since we arrived in LA Lea has been in our backyard riding her bike around and around the fountain we have. She has gotten so good at riding I am shocked at her skills. She falls every once and a while and after she does she just gets back up brushes her self off and tries again. She was so determined to learn how to ride it was amazing to watch her. Everyday she gets better and better. One day we were driving and Lea saw a girl about 8years old riding a bike with her mom and the little girl stood up on her bike and was pedalling. When we got home Lea went straight to the backyard and started trying to ride standing up. After a few tries and a couple scratches Lea accomplished her goal. I love to watch her when she is determined to master something. I am so proud of her when she final gets it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Lea changes her outfit about 10 times a day. One of the outfits she likes to put on is her ladybug costume from last year. She loves to try it on and then dance around the house. She has the cutest little face. One day I will get her to stop with the outfit changes but for now I will just keep taking pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) I believe that I am getting pay back from my childhood. So, now I will explain. When I was young I was a major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handful&lt;/span&gt; from climbing trees and getting stuck to fighting with kids and getting kicked out of preschool. Now, thankfully Lea is not as bad as I was but there are many things that are the same and one of them is Leas love for climbing. She will climb anything and everything. One day when she was 10 months old I found her in the middle of the table. I love the spirit and excitement in her smile when she climbs a tree or a fence. This picture was taken outside First Covenant Church. She was so excited she did not want to come down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) I love this picture it just shows the silly side of Lela. &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/6209846641117508552-4787593981317719668?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4787593981317719668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=4787593981317719668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4787593981317719668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4787593981317719668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2011/10/lea-known-as-lela.html' title='Lea known as LeLa'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYl2WyusYOs/Tpi_zCelYMI/AAAAAAAAA04/GhDyAJfLQ7c/s72-c/Lea%2Bholding%2BAlyssa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-7028436656748027801</id><published>2011-09-30T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:31:32.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OiuQVy8fig4/ToZZCCxTMRI/AAAAAAAAAz8/8xRu325_4F4/s1600/bens%2Bnew%2Bbike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658307873475866898" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OiuQVy8fig4/ToZZCCxTMRI/AAAAAAAAAz8/8xRu325_4F4/s400/bens%2Bnew%2Bbike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_mnJ1G7i7U/ToZZBwyyKPI/AAAAAAAAAz0/X90vUGxMyAw/s1600/ben%2Bsleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658307868650252530" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_mnJ1G7i7U/ToZZBwyyKPI/AAAAAAAAAz0/X90vUGxMyAw/s400/ben%2Bsleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-su8yxSXUpGI/ToZZB9iKabI/AAAAAAAAAzs/SC8lAM0pJFg/s1600/Ben%2Bmermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658307872070199730" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-su8yxSXUpGI/ToZZB9iKabI/AAAAAAAAAzs/SC8lAM0pJFg/s400/Ben%2Bmermaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xm2QFNK89PM/ToZZBhWtOvI/AAAAAAAAAzk/8Y6isB75hdk/s1600/ben%2Bbirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658307864505957106" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xm2QFNK89PM/ToZZBhWtOvI/AAAAAAAAAzk/8Y6isB75hdk/s400/ben%2Bbirthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WYzajwrkil4/ToZZBoY8uVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/pSyznehEjFA/s1600/ben%2Band%2BTy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658307866394409298" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WYzajwrkil4/ToZZBoY8uVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/pSyznehEjFA/s400/ben%2Band%2BTy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of doing multiple posts I just figured I would do per child. Here are a few fun things we have done over the last couple months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Ben and I are so proud of that red motorcycle. Ben and I found that at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; for $10. What a deal! We got it home and I put it together. I was sceptical that I was going to be able to do it but I actually read and followed the directions which I normally don't do. Once I had it put together Ben was so excited he zoomed around the house all day long. He has such a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fascination&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;motorcycles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) This picture was taken after one of the worst afternoons ever! We decided to walk to Kiley's school to pick her up. It is only about 6 long blocks away we had done it before and it was not fun but thought this time would be different. It was not hot but I brought water for the kids just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt;. One of the streets we have to cross is a major street and then we have to walk down that street 2 blocks. So I put Ben and Maverick in the Jogging stroller, Lea rode her two wheeler (which I will post the video of her riding later) and we put a scooter on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stroller&lt;/span&gt; for Kiley. Oh and I had Roxy attached to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stroller&lt;/span&gt;. We set off! The ride there was perfect no problems. Once we got there I met a really nice Christian mom who has children about the same age as me it was great. We picked up Kiley and then started back we were in front of Kiley's school and she was riding her scooter in front. She all the sudden stopped and in order to avoid smashing into her I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;swerved&lt;/span&gt; to the right into gravel. Well, apparently mixed in the gravel was thousands of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thorns&lt;/span&gt; the size of a quarter. They covered the three tires of the stroller and as i tried to push the stroller they just dug in further. So, I got the bright idea to start pulling them out. DUH! All the tires obviously popped and now we were stuck. The stroller would no longer move.&lt;br /&gt;To finish my story we sat on a patch of grass for about 20mins so that I could calm down and prepare for the walk home. It took us an hr and 15mins to get home. Our stroller is now ruined but the good part of it all was that the kids were so exhausted from the walk (because all of them had to walk including Ben but not mavy hehe) that they all took a nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) This is one of my favorite pictures from the last two months. We met some friends (the Pena's) in long beach for some fun in the sun! Trisha made Ben into a mermaid and the kids played in the sun all day. The kids had a blast and it was so nice to see some friends from home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) This is Ben on his birthday. Since we were not in sac for his bday we had just a small little party with some of the new people that we had met. It was a blast getting to know new friends. We also had an old friend of mine that was there too. It was an enjoyable night. You can tell Ben was happy by the ice cream on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) We WERE (story for another day) potty training Ben and one of the things he liked to do was pee in the grass. I was shocked since I don't have any brothers but from what I found out is that this is a common thing for little boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is some of the things that Ben has been up to. I will update Lea next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-7028436656748027801?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7028436656748027801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=7028436656748027801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/7028436656748027801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/7028436656748027801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2011/09/instead-of-doing-multiple-posts-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OiuQVy8fig4/ToZZCCxTMRI/AAAAAAAAAz8/8xRu325_4F4/s72-c/bens%2Bnew%2Bbike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-572765507328611327</id><published>2011-09-28T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:25:16.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maverick is Growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taO8lhknJYc/ToN0jfvUQUI/AAAAAAAAAzM/xdw9upW0-58/s1600/maverick%2Bsmiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657493710071677250" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taO8lhknJYc/ToN0jfvUQUI/AAAAAAAAAzM/xdw9upW0-58/s320/maverick%2Bsmiling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maverick has been all smiles the past couple weeks. He is getting so big so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-572765507328611327?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/572765507328611327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=572765507328611327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/572765507328611327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/572765507328611327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2011/09/maverick-is-growing.html' title='Maverick is Growing'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taO8lhknJYc/ToN0jfvUQUI/AAAAAAAAAzM/xdw9upW0-58/s72-c/maverick%2Bsmiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-5349429814248256267</id><published>2011-09-12T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T16:24:58.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Move-In and Unpacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emVWhTT5G9w/TnKIccmKcfI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RbLqHUR3vws/s1600/laura%2Bmuscles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652730504597369330" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emVWhTT5G9w/TnKIccmKcfI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RbLqHUR3vws/s320/laura%2Bmuscles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651601291258744914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yrQGrWubTD0/Tm6FblGd0FI/AAAAAAAAAyk/hjmZx9q-Qa8/s320/tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p36NAUGEv1E/Tm6Ew6osVaI/AAAAAAAAAyM/S5EtYeNiRS8/s1600/ben%2Bpacking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651600558305072546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p36NAUGEv1E/Tm6Ew6osVaI/AAAAAAAAAyM/S5EtYeNiRS8/s320/ben%2Bpacking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian had two weeks off so we were able to unpack most of our belongings. I also had a wonderful friend come with us to help with whatever was needed, it was so sweet of her. At one point we lost Ben, I found him sitting behind a bunch of boxes doing some unpacking of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-5349429814248256267?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5349429814248256267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=5349429814248256267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5349429814248256267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5349429814248256267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-move-in-and-unpacking.html' title='The Big Move-In and Unpacking'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emVWhTT5G9w/TnKIccmKcfI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RbLqHUR3vws/s72-c/laura%2Bmuscles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-678292284795757272</id><published>2011-09-12T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:09:11.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iiu5ARszmTI/Tm5Kv1ahSuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Jzojctoo0a0/s1600/house.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651536768049171170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iiu5ARszmTI/Tm5Kv1ahSuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Jzojctoo0a0/s320/house.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have not posted in quite sometime. I tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and have not done very well. I figured since I had this blog set up I would start posting again. I really enjoyed doing it when I had the time but with the growth of our family my time became focused on them and not on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just to give a quick update since the last time I posted I have had two more kids and we are now living in Whittier CA. Crazy! I never thought I would live anywhere but Sacramento. I guess you truely never know what God has in store for your life. We picked up our family of six and moved to LA for my husband Brian to attend Biola University. He is enjoying school and has learned more in the last three weeks than he has in the last three years. I am enjoying the nieghborhood much better than our previous one. It is so quite no lightrail, transients or traffic. FABULOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The next couple post are going to be about our arrival here in LA. I am going to start with the picture of our house and about the funny pictures I took along the way to get to where we are now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-678292284795757272?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/678292284795757272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=678292284795757272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/678292284795757272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/678292284795757272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-adventure.html' title='A New Adventure'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iiu5ARszmTI/Tm5Kv1ahSuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Jzojctoo0a0/s72-c/house.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-8486658953191465303</id><published>2008-12-10T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:47:37.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;During this time of year one of our favorite things to do is adventure up to Apple Hill. We greatly enjoy the crisp air along with all the different smells. We went up with some friends and had a blast. Here are a few pictures of Lea and her friend Jayden playing. They also have fun stuff for kids to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/ST_vnXmuXYI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YOJvAnHyPD4/s1600-h/Apple+Hill+wit+the+Lakes+(35).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278200747931884930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/ST_vnXmuXYI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YOJvAnHyPD4/s320/Apple+Hill+wit+the+Lakes+(35).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/ST_vnygoWaI/AAAAAAAAAvg/aQSBi1YjCxI/s1600-h/Apple+Hill+wit+the+Lakes+(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278200755154082210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/ST_vnygoWaI/AAAAAAAAAvg/aQSBi1YjCxI/s320/Apple+Hill+wit+the+Lakes+(17).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/ST_vm7g9pUI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0ABzE5K6dIM/s1600-h/Apple+Hill+wit+the+Lakes+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278200740391527746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/ST_vm7g9pUI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0ABzE5K6dIM/s320/Apple+Hill+wit+the+Lakes+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/ST_xdmizN9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/EK19se-aQRM/s1600-h/Apple+Hill+wit+the+Lakes+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278202779166521298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/ST_xdmizN9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/EK19se-aQRM/s320/Apple+Hill+wit+the+Lakes+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/ST_xcyiiPKI/AAAAAAAAAvo/gFwkGb3WKWk/s1600-h/Apple+Hill+wit+the+Lakes+(33).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278202765206764706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/ST_xcyiiPKI/AAAAAAAAAvo/gFwkGb3WKWk/s320/Apple+Hill+wit+the+Lakes+(33).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/6209846641117508552-8486658953191465303?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8486658953191465303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=8486658953191465303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8486658953191465303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8486658953191465303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-time.html' title='Winter Time'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/ST_vnXmuXYI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YOJvAnHyPD4/s72-c/Apple+Hill+wit+the+Lakes+(35).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-2683944260814502933</id><published>2008-12-03T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:54:43.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Caller 25!</title><content type='html'>I was sitting on the couch Friday (before Thanksgiving) late afternoon feeding my nephew Tyler when I heard on the radio to call and if you are caller 25 you could win Alan Jackson tickets. So I thought what the heck I will try. I started calling and was caller 10. I was shocked to hear the person on the line say anything, I had never gotten through before. I stared at the phone for a minute and decided to try again. I called two more times and all the sudden someone was talking to me. They asked me my name and what I was doing, I said matter of factly "sitting on the couch with my kids". The person then said well get up off the couch because you have WON! I started screaming with excitement like a kid in a candy store. I had really never won anything before even those little raffles that people have at work I just don't have good luck. But this time I had actually won! The only problem was it was 4:45pm and I had to pick the tickets up by 5:30pm. I had my nephew Tyler with me and the girls this was going to be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shoved the girls in the car, crammed Tylers car seat in and raced over to the KNCI office. I was totally late because of traffic but the were awesome and waited for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was the next night and we had a blast. The tickets were in the lower level and were perfect. We were only a couple rows from the floor. We got there a little late because we made dinner for our babysitters, my big sister who is the best big sister and friend in the world and Micah who is also great. James Otto was up first then Trace Atkins and then Alan Jackson. It was such a great concert. I liked it because it was really chill. Sometimes it is nice when the singer does not try and over perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of my story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you might not succeed or have any luck for a long time just keep trying eventually you will! JUST KEEP SWIMMING! (If you don't know what I just said watch Finding Nemo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbOF9wQHbI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/La3vHoeXR24/s1600-h/Alan+Jackson+Concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275630615382728114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbOF9wQHbI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/La3vHoeXR24/s320/Alan+Jackson+Concert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbOGW4uHpI/AAAAAAAAAtg/oxkc3uQHrWg/s1600-h/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275630622129135250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbOGW4uHpI/AAAAAAAAAtg/oxkc3uQHrWg/s320/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to teach Brian how to take an America's Next Top Model picture. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbOGB6OaCI/AAAAAAAAAtY/QBjSXgk5a6k/s1600-h/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275630616498300962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbOGB6OaCI/AAAAAAAAAtY/QBjSXgk5a6k/s320/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trace Atkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbOGxqmWfI/AAAAAAAAAtw/kLn0uhSGyiA/s1600-h/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(20).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275630629317663218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbOGxqmWfI/AAAAAAAAAtw/kLn0uhSGyiA/s320/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(20).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbTCLx6zRI/AAAAAAAAAuI/VJKwMJdpedE/s1600-h/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275636047986478354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbTCLx6zRI/AAAAAAAAAuI/VJKwMJdpedE/s320/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(22).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbTCSNZvjI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/WXS1ec1GAgk/s1600-h/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275636049712365106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbTCSNZvjI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/WXS1ec1GAgk/s320/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(28).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbTAxY5EwI/AAAAAAAAAt4/vC7xddF930I/s1600-h/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(25).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275636023722316546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbTAxY5EwI/AAAAAAAAAt4/vC7xddF930I/s320/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(25).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbOGpMhe7I/AAAAAAAAAto/j71uhfrHcL4/s1600-h/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275630627044031410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbOGpMhe7I/AAAAAAAAAto/j71uhfrHcL4/s320/Alan+Jackson+Concert+(9).jpg" border="0" /&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/6209846641117508552-2683944260814502933?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2683944260814502933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=2683944260814502933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/2683944260814502933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/2683944260814502933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-are-caller-25.html' title='You are Caller 25!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbOF9wQHbI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/La3vHoeXR24/s72-c/Alan+Jackson+Concert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-2150477077331807713</id><published>2008-12-03T09:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:55:15.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every night before I go to bed (like many other moms) I check on my kids one last time. Many might think it is because I want to make sure they are safe and sound in bed, peacefully sleeping and although that is probably true, the main reason I do it is to see how Lea fell asleep. I wanted to let everyone in on the laugh that I usually recieved one last time before bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbGfJD9d8I/AAAAAAAAAtI/4oJpSuFwww0/s1600-h/Lea+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275622251821889474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbGfJD9d8I/AAAAAAAAAtI/4oJpSuFwww0/s320/Lea+(7).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/6209846641117508552-2150477077331807713?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2150477077331807713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=2150477077331807713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/2150477077331807713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/2150477077331807713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/passed-out.html' title='Passed Out'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/STbGfJD9d8I/AAAAAAAAAtI/4oJpSuFwww0/s72-c/Lea+(7).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-3011496800581553988</id><published>2008-11-12T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:40:19.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween (A Little Late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, being late is a habit of mine. I really am bad a planning ahead and allowing my self enough time, as well as follow through and getting certain things done. In fact, I was late for my own wedding, sad but true! But I guess better late than never! :-) I am really working on it and God has been working hard on me lately. So because I have not posted in a while I realized I never posted a picture of my two little munchins in their Halloween costumes. Well, here they are and I hope that you all enjoyed eating your kids candy. I know I did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtWRrvjJ6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/XYcxXz4v3yE/s1600-h/Halloween+Costumes+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267899050939852706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtWRrvjJ6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/XYcxXz4v3yE/s320/Halloween+Costumes+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtWRKbtYxI/AAAAAAAAAs4/GcU5M1FmvHg/s1600-h/Halloween+Costumes+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267899041998267154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtWRKbtYxI/AAAAAAAAAs4/GcU5M1FmvHg/s320/Halloween+Costumes+004.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/6209846641117508552-3011496800581553988?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3011496800581553988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=3011496800581553988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/3011496800581553988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/3011496800581553988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-little-late.html' title='Halloween (A Little Late)'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtWRrvjJ6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/XYcxXz4v3yE/s72-c/Halloween+Costumes+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-6086963554902465504</id><published>2008-11-12T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:07:33.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Big Girl" What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lea has officially been moved to a toddler bed! Most of you might think it is a little early but this is not by choice. About a month ago Lea began climbing out of her crib on a regular basis. I was coming up with creative ways of keeping her in her bed but I have given up. I don't feel right getting her a crib tent because my personal thought is I would be caging her in so we just moved to the toddler bed. She actually does good. She of course gets out of the bed and usually falls asleep on the floor but this way she won't hurt herself climbing out of the crib. She usually plays for a little while in her room and then ends up falling asleep on the floor. After it gets quiet I usually go in her room and put her in bed. I snapped this picture about a week ago. She fell asleep with the brush on her face. The other day she fell asleep with a shoe on her head. She is such a strong willed individual. I can't wait until she is a teenager!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtSlR6Q-7I/AAAAAAAAAss/qjBlZAzYBeo/s1600-h/Breast+Cancer+Walk+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267894989556349874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtSlR6Q-7I/AAAAAAAAAss/qjBlZAzYBeo/s320/Breast+Cancer+Walk+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtSk5KMCHI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2b8j1Uw3-hk/s1600-h/Breast+Cancer+Walk+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267894982912247922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtSk5KMCHI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2b8j1Uw3-hk/s320/Breast+Cancer+Walk+012.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/6209846641117508552-6086963554902465504?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6086963554902465504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=6086963554902465504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/6086963554902465504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/6086963554902465504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-girl-what.html' title='&quot;Big Girl&quot; What?'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtSlR6Q-7I/AAAAAAAAAss/qjBlZAzYBeo/s72-c/Breast+Cancer+Walk+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-8672505530350802935</id><published>2008-11-12T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:58:06.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast Cancer Walk</title><content type='html'>It is that time of year for our family that we celebrate and support Brian's Mom Sue and her victory over Breast Cancer. We usually enter most of the Breast Cancer walks/runs. This year the one at the Capital was a little more difficult. We had to have two children ready to leave the house by 6:30am. That is just way to early for me and our kids but we made it in time. All of Brian's siblings were there and the girls had a blast. After the race we came home and all took a nice long nap. It was a very fun family day! Here are a few pictures from the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtQmMkG6FI/AAAAAAAAAsc/-Tgw5j11eG4/s1600-h/Breast+Cancer+Walk+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267892806277851218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtQmMkG6FI/AAAAAAAAAsc/-Tgw5j11eG4/s320/Breast+Cancer+Walk+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtQlSs2dBI/AAAAAAAAAsU/NYWzZgYaCw0/s1600-h/Breast+Cancer+Walk+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267892790745265170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtQlSs2dBI/AAAAAAAAAsU/NYWzZgYaCw0/s320/Breast+Cancer+Walk+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtQlI790AI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Q0C1ufZ9jQo/s1600-h/Breast+Cancer+Walk+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267892788124307458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtQlI790AI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Q0C1ufZ9jQo/s320/Breast+Cancer+Walk+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtQkj8lW3I/AAAAAAAAAsE/6yKkAeQzbmo/s1600-h/Breast+Cancer+Walk+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267892778194787186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtQkj8lW3I/AAAAAAAAAsE/6yKkAeQzbmo/s320/Breast+Cancer+Walk+001.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/6209846641117508552-8672505530350802935?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8672505530350802935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=8672505530350802935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8672505530350802935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8672505530350802935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/breast-cancer-walk.html' title='Breast Cancer Walk'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SRtQmMkG6FI/AAAAAAAAAsc/-Tgw5j11eG4/s72-c/Breast+Cancer+Walk+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-741180069829956679</id><published>2008-10-21T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:30:50.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Love...Yeah Right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have posted about this before but it is becoming worse and worse. My two lovely little punkins are at each others throats. I know that there is some way to keep my sanity I just have not figured out how. Especially when Kiley, through her actions, makes Lea bleed, gives her a huge bruise on her face or hurt herself in some way at least once a day. Usually when the phone rings I hear a voice on the line but because my beautiful children are fighting I can't make out the actual words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SP5B6p8ZXeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/k-khXFk7Rww/s1600-h/Halloween+Costumes+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259713890762710498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SP5B6p8ZXeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/k-khXFk7Rww/s320/Halloween+Costumes+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my children and I know that I am not the only one. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that many women have gone through this in the past and I know I will get through it I am just wondering if I will stay sane. Is that why most of us thought our Moms were silly when we were in high school or was that just me. Love ya MOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In church this morning we talked about the Developmental stages of children and of course sibling rivalry reared its ugly head. It was discussed that there is no stage and that it is always present so, what I am wondering is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it ever going to end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I the only one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I help or hurt the situations? (besides praying because you know I am doing tons of that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for my final question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that there are moms that have more than two kids (Christine), which is a huge handful, but how do you do it (Keep your sanity that is)? and What is the secret if there is one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-77cfaea4c9176d38" 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" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SP5B6p8ZXeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/k-khXFk7Rww/s72-c/Halloween+Costumes+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-5686479480416590761</id><published>2008-09-26T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:41:10.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DON"T FALL FOR IT I GOT SCAMED!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>866-422-7941&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the people for this to happen to I never in a million years thought I would fall for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as Kiley was painting (the inside of the house) someone called claiming they were from citibank. They stated that they recieved a payment for a citiflex credit card from my hubby and that it was .30 Cents short and that we incurred a late fee. At that point I should have hung up the phone. Instead I began to argue with them telling the person that we did not have a card with citibank and we traded information back and forth. Meaning they gave me bogus information about the person I thought had opeded a credit card in Brian's name as I acted like a dummy and actually gave them Brian's real info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;866-422-7941&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back on the conversation I think to myself that I was a fool! I was unaware as to what I was doing. The person got of the phone with me and probably laughed. OHHH, I am so mad I could spit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DON'T BE AS DUMB AS I WAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Brian right after it happen and gave him the number, thinking someone had opened a card in his name. He tried to call and it was a nonworking number. He looked the number up on google and you bet it says it is a scam!!! Somehow they put a forward on the number so that if you call it then you really do get citibank, but there is no record of the account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the number : 866-422-7941&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the number in here several times so everyone now has the number and does not make the same mistake I just made. PLEASE, PLEASE remember it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to spend all morning and afternoon on the phone with every credit card company as well as Experian, Equifax and transunion in order to put fraud alerts on everything. It was time consuming and very frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe and don't give personal info to anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for those who got our info that they wont use it!!! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-5686479480416590761?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5686479480416590761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=5686479480416590761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5686479480416590761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5686479480416590761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-fall-for-it-i-got-scamed.html' title='DON&quot;T FALL FOR IT I GOT SCAMED!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-3137350344812330432</id><published>2008-09-16T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:33:48.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we are!</title><content type='html'>So I checked out of the blog world for a little while. You know life gets a hold of you (I really mean my kids) we have been so busy lately and it seems like the only time I get is either late at night when I am too tired or during their nap when I have so much other stuff to be doing. But, I am working on the whole time management thing. Unfortunately I will probably always be working on it with of course the hopes that one day I will be better. I am so glad I have friends that know how to bug me enough (lovingly of course) so that I will find the time to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ok here are some of the fun events the girls have been involved in over the last couple weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leas first experience with Jello... Oh, and using a spoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCd1eMd39I/AAAAAAAAAf4/CpHixaRWsmo/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246867107850608594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCd1eMd39I/AAAAAAAAAf4/CpHixaRWsmo/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ok so the next two pictures tell their own story. If you have a sibling then you can tell what happen. For those of you who do not have a sibling, I am sorry you never got to experience what it feels like to have them make you their human canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCiPSMHkMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ih_Iyyx_WME/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246871949351030978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCiPSMHkMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ih_Iyyx_WME/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCiPuEqUoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/71SrcegzakU/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246871956835947138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCiPuEqUoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/71SrcegzakU/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haylie and Kiley just love each other so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCiQHDkDiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/tgGiIWnYJEs/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246871963542228514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCiQHDkDiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/tgGiIWnYJEs/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a day trip to Apple Hill last week and we had so much fun. A ton of the place were closed but there were enough open that we were still able to see some ducks, get pony rides and of course buy some delicious apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCg8yfM3fI/AAAAAAAAAgw/YjhZdsZm2w4/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246870532091862514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCg8yfM3fI/AAAAAAAAAgw/YjhZdsZm2w4/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCg9S4hSNI/AAAAAAAAAg4/3GFftzM5HL8/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246870540787992786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCg9S4hSNI/AAAAAAAAAg4/3GFftzM5HL8/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiley found a friend when we first got there and would not leave her alone. She wanted to play ring around the rosey over and over again. Here is a picture of her and her new friend. She is such a friendly little cutie pie, isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCg93qLt4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/EMhG7jnyCv8/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246870550659970946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCg93qLt4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/EMhG7jnyCv8/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Water Park to beat the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCd12tl7gI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Qtzg3GxJbNs/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246867114431999490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCd12tl7gI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Qtzg3GxJbNs/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleep over with Haylie. The girls had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCg8SOsPAI/AAAAAAAAAgg/16emOYSdClw/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246870523432680450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCg8SOsPAI/AAAAAAAAAgg/16emOYSdClw/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCg8hia2hI/AAAAAAAAAgo/xtst8r7bJ0I/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246870527541959186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCg8hia2hI/AAAAAAAAAgo/xtst8r7bJ0I/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCd2C2PpgI/AAAAAAAAAgI/oinAKIGsQi4/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246867117689513474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCd2C2PpgI/AAAAAAAAAgI/oinAKIGsQi4/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCd2V7WtjI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mKCNpwtDmKw/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246867122811221554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCd2V7WtjI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mKCNpwtDmKw/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCd23JmFPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/58lPBVimGqw/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246867131729319154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCd23JmFPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/58lPBVimGqw/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls love going in the jeep so we started going for rides on days when it is not to hot. Most of the time they just like to play in and through it. But here is a picture of them after church one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCal-prVXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/aBiS3CIHhlo/s1600-h/fishing+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246863543150269810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCal-prVXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/aBiS3CIHhlo/s320/fishing+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so when I said I was cleaning and doing other things...what I really meant was I was taking naps with the Kiley (this actually happens very rarely). Brian came home for work one day and caught me snoozing. If you don't know Kiley does not take a nap very easy. So every once and a while I will lay down with her and pretend to be asleep until she falls asleep. Well, this time sleep got the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCamGC5AhI/AAAAAAAAAfY/s06Jxtd9zdM/s1600-h/fishing+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246863545135071762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCamGC5AhI/AAAAAAAAAfY/s06Jxtd9zdM/s320/fishing+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCamnSapwI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TAOFvlaJgD4/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246863554058561282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCamnSapwI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TAOFvlaJgD4/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian won tickets to a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert at Raley Field. It was a very interesting concert to be a part of and not one I would like to attend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCam3qCPiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/VxS5OiIFzmk/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246863558452592162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCam3qCPiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/VxS5OiIFzmk/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first time Lea had enough hair to put in piggy tales.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCanZBz2rI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ySSbBgQyPLg/s1600-h/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246863567410682546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCanZBz2rI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ySSbBgQyPLg/s320/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiley was mad because she was in time out....oh that is a mean face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to end there, I hope that you have enjoyed the array of pictures. There will be more to come...stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-3137350344812330432?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3137350344812330432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=3137350344812330432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/3137350344812330432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/3137350344812330432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-we-are.html' title='Here we are!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SNCd1eMd39I/AAAAAAAAAf4/CpHixaRWsmo/s72-c/Kiley+and+Haylie+sleep+over+and+apple+hill+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-1322853853241327234</id><published>2008-08-15T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:24:26.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Lord for Lea's Doctors</title><content type='html'>Lea is the toughest little thing I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the appt. poor Lea was starving so she was not the happiest girl. The good thing is that there were enough toys and other kids to distract her from her hunger. When we finally got called in Lea was given "Silly Juice". OH MY GOODNESS!! She became the most hilarious child I had ever seen. It was almost as if she was seeing hundreds of stars fly in front of her face. I was laughing so hard it was hard for me to hold her. When they took Lea away Kiley cried because she did not want the doctor to take her.&lt;br /&gt;We waited what felt like forever but it really was only an hour. The specialist finally came out and showed us the pictures of the inside of Lea's stomach. She explained everything and said that it all looked normal. PRAISE THE LORD!!! She told us that they would call us back to see her. When we went back to see her she was screaming and kicking in the arms of one of the nurses. We got her some apple juice, sugar water and believe it or not a pacifier. She did not care much about the pacifier which was wonderful (I was a little scared). She was typical Lea: screaming, kicking and being demanding. The nurses told us that she should sleep on the way home considering that she did not sleep very much after they wheeled her out.&lt;br /&gt;Lea of course she did not sleep the entire two hour car ride home. In fact she screamed her head off unless I was stuffing her face with food.&lt;br /&gt;You know I feel truely blessed that there are people out there that God has picked out to do this kind of work and really love what they do. I was so happy with each and every nurse or doctor that we came in contact with. They all treated Lea like she was their child. It made me feel very blessed to be able to have and pay for health insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I am at a scrapbooking party and since my sister got all the creative genes in the family I don't scrapbook. I have tried many times and I just can't seem to stick with it. Plus I think I have ADD because I can't stay focused I always spend a long time looking at my pictures and not scrapbooking. See I just did it I got completely off topic so anyways I just am putting the disclaimer so that if there are errors you will know why and forgive me. It has taken me two hours to write this blog and now I am finally going to be done. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah I will post pictures of Lea in her little hospital that I actually ended up taking home (with the permission of the nurse). It is the cutest thing I have ever seen. Oh yeah I also got a video of Lea on her silly juice. It is so cute!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-1322853853241327234?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1322853853241327234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=1322853853241327234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/1322853853241327234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/1322853853241327234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/praise-lord-for-leas-doctors.html' title='Praise the Lord for Lea&apos;s Doctors'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-5606817716037305857</id><published>2008-08-08T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:03:01.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE PRAY!!  Doctor Doctor!!!</title><content type='html'>Right now we are on our way to the Children's Hospital in Oakland for Lea. On Wednesday around 11am I got a call from her specialist that she scheduled an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. for Friday for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colonoscopy&lt;/span&gt; and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;endonoscopy&lt;/span&gt;. She told me where it was and then said she would call back with the rest of the details. I was a little taken back at first due to the urgency (tone) in her voice. By 4pm I still had not received any more details. I finally called and learned that we needed to be there by 11am. Oh, and that Lea was not allowed to eat or drink anything before the procedure (the actual procedure is not until 12:30).&lt;br /&gt;I am really concerned how this is going to affect her. I know that she is not going to remember but I am. So, maybe I am more worried about how I am going to react. I know and want to believe that the Lord has his hand in this and that He will keep her safe and at ease. I just pray that I can stay at ease during the whole day. I am also really concerned about Kiley because she is beginning to understand so much, much more than I realize. I don't want to shield her from this but I also don't want to scare her. It is such a tough place to be in. The only thing that I have left in me is to pray and ask our friends and family to do the same. Thanks to all!!! I will update after we know more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-5606817716037305857?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5606817716037305857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=5606817716037305857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5606817716037305857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5606817716037305857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-pray-doctor-doctor.html' title='PLEASE PRAY!!  Doctor Doctor!!!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-7137020074021644635</id><published>2008-07-14T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:47:42.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bravest Girls I Know!</title><content type='html'>You might be wondering why I used this title for the post??? The reason is because I was blown away at how brave Kiley acted at the water park that we went to in Montana. There was a kid section with two slides and then another part with about five or six big slides. Brian decided to ask Kiley if she wanted to go down one of the big slides with him and after a little persuation she went. I got a few pictures of her sitting in his lap on the way down. I was so proud of her because when I went down that one later in the day I will admit it I was a little scared (I just never told anyone). After that she acted as if she could accomplish anything. She was going up the ramp to the kiddy slides and down them like it was no problem. She even got taken out on the slide by and older kid and did not skip a beat. She is such a brave girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SINbI1EC8sI/AAAAAAAAAew/ZOaBRA_sLUA/s1600-h/Montana+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225120199921038018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SINbI1EC8sI/AAAAAAAAAew/ZOaBRA_sLUA/s320/Montana+244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHvP5YfewxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/GJyUd4GxooM/s1600-h/Montana+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222996777600205586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHvP5YfewxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/GJyUd4GxooM/s320/Montana+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that huge smile on her face. She had such a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHvP5uFe4UI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ZSckV5t0lSY/s1600-h/Montana+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222996783396741442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHvP5uFe4UI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ZSckV5t0lSY/s320/Montana+251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lea had a little bit more of a difficult time adjusting to the water. She took about an hour to get used to the water but once she adjusted she was a happy girl. Of course here are a few fun pictures. The funny thing about Lea is that she would rather eat food any day then play in the water. She is definitly food oriented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHvP4YoaIjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/goyeZAC8J1Y/s1600-h/Montana+247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222996760457781810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHvP4YoaIjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/goyeZAC8J1Y/s320/Montana+247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SINbJafRbBI/AAAAAAAAAe4/PvtYAFgMaWY/s1600-h/Montana+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225120209967344658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SINbJafRbBI/AAAAAAAAAe4/PvtYAFgMaWY/s320/Montana+256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SINbLPCVYXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Bu-kJDpBmTU/s1600-h/Montana+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225120241252917618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SINbLPCVYXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Bu-kJDpBmTU/s320/Montana+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and his cousin Mark went down a slide that looked like the cliff hanger at Water World (I use to visit there frequently when I was in Jr high). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Brian and his cousin Mark after they went down the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SINbLu34tCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/R6n-Ut_fXv0/s1600-h/Montana+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225120249799029794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SINbLu34tCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/R6n-Ut_fXv0/s320/Montana+242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Brian flying down the slide. He was sitting up it looked like a huge rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHvP47G0MGI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/9Kyi35cYUHI/s1600-h/Montana+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222996769712124002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHvP47G0MGI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/9Kyi35cYUHI/s320/Montana+239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-7137020074021644635?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7137020074021644635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=7137020074021644635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/7137020074021644635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/7137020074021644635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/bravest-girls-i-know.html' title='The Bravest Girls I Know!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SINbI1EC8sI/AAAAAAAAAew/ZOaBRA_sLUA/s72-c/Montana+244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-3960610866274563547</id><published>2008-07-11T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:05:12.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family Fishing Trip</title><content type='html'>One of the days early on in the trip we decided to take the whole family fishing. The place we went you were guaranteed to catch a fish. The girls each got to take their turn trying to fish. Lea was more interested in playing in the water and Kiley want to sit and do my hair. They each fished long enough for me to be able to take a picture which was good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHfFY01NbBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0vKfK5c0_Kw/s1600-h/Montana+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221859323248733202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHfFY01NbBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0vKfK5c0_Kw/s320/Montana+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian and Kiley are actually reeling in a fish. I tried to get a picture of the fish but was unsuccessful. Oh well, it is still a really action shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHfFZfsNMyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/tOlmCcX-_OE/s1600-h/Montana+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221859334753694498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHfFZfsNMyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/tOlmCcX-_OE/s320/Montana+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After they reeled the fish in Brian wanted Kiley to touch it. But, that was a no go! She folded her hands and said ewww gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHfFZ-GEWkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZQgkDUo_FGg/s1600-h/Montana+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221859342915230274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHfFZ-GEWkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZQgkDUo_FGg/s320/Montana+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Brian's Aunt Keri, cousin Greg and his kids Abby and Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHfFaG9LKAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/PiKFpmkJD8Q/s1600-h/Montana+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221859345293846530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHfFaG9LKAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/PiKFpmkJD8Q/s320/Montana+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Lea after she went head first into the icy cold water. She went home naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHfFa6yJRcI/AAAAAAAAAds/AcgSHRVybRg/s1600-h/Montana+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221859359206229442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHfFa6yJRcI/AAAAAAAAAds/AcgSHRVybRg/s320/Montana+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since I took a picture of Lea, Kiley wanted one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHfF5gexcBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/iKXCgBz1_kA/s1600-h/Montana+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221859884721598482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHfF5gexcBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/iKXCgBz1_kA/s320/Montana+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall the kids had a "super fun" (according to Kiley) time. If was fun to see them let loose and try something that we don't get to do every day. The water was so crystal clear that you could see the fish swimming all around the fishing line. I think that was the girls favorite part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home the adults got to have some fun. We stopped at a brewery and each had a quick beer. It was nice and refreshing and we did not have to pile out all the kids. Brian's aunt Keri stayed in the car with all the kids while they watched a movie. But, like I said it was a quick one because I could not imagine being in a car with six children by myself (crazy). She is such a wonderful grandma/aunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-3960610866274563547?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3960610866274563547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=3960610866274563547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/3960610866274563547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/3960610866274563547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-fishing-trip.html' title='The Family Fishing Trip'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHfFY01NbBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0vKfK5c0_Kw/s72-c/Montana+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-7746272858213587397</id><published>2008-07-11T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:21:35.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having fun in Montana</title><content type='html'>Here are a few cool pictures of the landscape on the way to Montana and the road signs. We had lots of fun getting some of these pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeRTwTELEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/dNR_4y36yqU/s1600-h/Montana+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221802061527788610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeRTwTELEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/dNR_4y36yqU/s320/Montana+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeUXam1ZNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/9P05WcD1OAs/s1600-h/Montana+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221805422959486162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeUXam1ZNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/9P05WcD1OAs/s320/Montana+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeRUcaJdAI/AAAAAAAAAck/vRmfDDFIR2g/s1600-h/Montana+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221802073368654850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeRUcaJdAI/AAAAAAAAAck/vRmfDDFIR2g/s320/Montana+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeUW6Bo75I/AAAAAAAAAc8/4oAnyDz6Nvw/s1600-h/Montana+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221805414213545874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeUW6Bo75I/AAAAAAAAAc8/4oAnyDz6Nvw/s320/Montana+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeRUi78UqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/A3vKBBlpb2A/s1600-h/Montana+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221802075121013410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeRUi78UqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/A3vKBBlpb2A/s320/Montana+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a little background how everyone is related to Brian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian has two cousins Erin, who is one year older and Mark, who is a year younger than Brian.&lt;br /&gt;Erin is married to Greg and they have four children (picture below); Abby 6, Luke 3 and twins Ben and Sam 6 months. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeRTAMJFII/AAAAAAAAAcU/mzrpciYvpnM/s1600-h/Montana+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221802048613848194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeRTAMJFII/AAAAAAAAAcU/mzrpciYvpnM/s320/Montana+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mark is married to Kim and they have two children Genisis 5 and 1/2 and Preston 1 and 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of all the cousins kids together (minus the twins): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeS5Dte_3I/AAAAAAAAAc0/R4J3yyAejZk/s1600-h/Montana+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221803801905659762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeS5Dte_3I/AAAAAAAAAc0/R4J3yyAejZk/s320/Montana+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley absolutely loved playing with Abby and Genisis. She followed them all around. One of their favorite things to do was play dress up. They even included Lea. Here are a few pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHePYCJJuFI/AAAAAAAAAb0/yPedPlFlM9E/s1600-h/Montana+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221799936014268498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHePYCJJuFI/AAAAAAAAAb0/yPedPlFlM9E/s320/Montana+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHePYuumQbI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UeZGNQMqgk0/s1600-h/Montana+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221799947982487986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHePYuumQbI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UeZGNQMqgk0/s320/Montana+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHePZGFbW3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/UdMy8jTFJb4/s1600-h/Montana+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221799954252258162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHePZGFbW3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/UdMy8jTFJb4/s320/Montana+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHePZ6MBEhI/AAAAAAAAAcM/fD7eiScP3Q8/s1600-h/Montana+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221799968238539282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHePZ6MBEhI/AAAAAAAAAcM/fD7eiScP3Q8/s320/Montana+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check back for more pictures...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-7746272858213587397?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7746272858213587397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=7746272858213587397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/7746272858213587397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/7746272858213587397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/having-fun-in-montana.html' title='Having fun in Montana'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHeRTwTELEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/dNR_4y36yqU/s72-c/Montana+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-5933542938254184716</id><published>2008-07-01T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:23:29.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana Update</title><content type='html'>So, I am sure some of you are wondering what the two day car ride was like well, It was not as bad as I though it would be. It was not without at least a couple hours of screaming from my bundle of joy, Lea. Oh, and Kiley figured out really quick what would make us stop the car. She would tell us about every hour that she had to go to the bathroom and I would take her and she would not go (of course). The only good thing about that is she did not have any accidents.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the hardest thing I had to deal with the whole two days was trying to get Lea to sleep on the floor of a hotel room. About 10:30pm on Thursday night we decided to start looking for a hotel to stay in. We did not find one until about midnight. We got all settled in and then we had to transfer the kids (realizing that we didn't have a bed for Lea). We tried to lay her on top of a blanket on the floor. She got right up and began running away from us. She was laughing and was wide awake. I was so tired and frustrated all I wanted to do was sleep. Brian thought it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. Finally after about a half hour Brian gave Lea a bath, I gave her some benadryl and we put the night stand at the end of the bed. Lea was blocked between the bed and the wall, she screamed for another half hour and then finnally crashed. By the way did I mention that I was TRYING to sleep and Brian was running around with Lea just cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the two days went pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures that we took on the drive to billings, Montana where we stayed the whole week with Brian's cousins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHEtad-QUjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/w7ZVrvqXn4I/s1600-h/Montana+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220003375844708914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHEtad-QUjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/w7ZVrvqXn4I/s320/Montana+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHExKtxSe3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/9g3fZbt_DTk/s1600-h/Montana+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220007503253896050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHExKtxSe3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/9g3fZbt_DTk/s320/Montana+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHExK4SuBVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WAYOllDDUsQ/s1600-h/Montana+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220007506078467410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHExK4SuBVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WAYOllDDUsQ/s320/Montana+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHEtZYnW3ZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZRBf0G7GxFo/s1600-h/Billings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220003357226622354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHEtZYnW3ZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZRBf0G7GxFo/s320/Billings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally we arrived...it was a long drive and we could not wait to get out of the car. The girls were so excited to run away and did not want to go back in the car for a couple days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There will be more pictures of Brian and the rest of us fishing and of course check back for the fireworks show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-5933542938254184716?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5933542938254184716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=5933542938254184716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5933542938254184716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5933542938254184716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/montana-update.html' title='Montana Update'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SHEtad-QUjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/w7ZVrvqXn4I/s72-c/Montana+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-6253748715558402839</id><published>2008-06-25T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:15:00.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll be comin around the mountain when we come</title><content type='html'>Ok, so you might be wondering what the title of this post means, well it means that we are on our way to the mountains, MONTANA to be exact. Brian took off work, Lea is feeling some what better and now we are taking a 20 hour car ride to visit some of Brian's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time we went Kiley was only 5 months old. We drove with Brian's mom, all of his siblings and Mikey's girlfriend Christina. Kiley actually did better then anyone else in the car. She only cried twice. My biggest fear is that this car ride is going to be miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it is only Brian and I and the girls. So, we only have two adults able to drive instead of seven. Lea hates the car even if we only drive down the street she will scream the entire way. Kiley is potty training or is potty trained (whatever you want to call it) so we will have to stop at least every hour and a half for her to go potty. So we figured that we will try and take our time and we will most likely have to stop a ton but I think we are ready to face the adventure. Oh, yeah I am not a huge fan of drugging our children but I heard that benadryl works to calm a child down so I have some just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that we have a safe trip on the way there and back. Oh, and that Brian and I do not strangle each other and instead we can enjoy the 20 hours we have to spend alone as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will TRY and post at least twice while we are gone. I am sorry in advance if I just don't get around to it because I don't really know exactly what we are going to be doing. If I don't then I will obviously update when we get back in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great 4th....know Brian will (nothing is illegal in Montana).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-6253748715558402839?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6253748715558402839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=6253748715558402839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/6253748715558402839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/6253748715558402839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-be-comin-around-mountain-when-we.html' title='We&apos;ll be comin around the mountain when we come'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-4727806843860625459</id><published>2008-06-24T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:54:59.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busiest weekend of our lives</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we had a super busy weekend...brace yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night my best friend Dena and my hubby planned a surprise dinner for me at Cattlemen's (I love that place) then we went to TGI Friday's after the party for a quick drink with some friends from high school. We all have birthday's in June so we usually celebrate together. Then Saturday morning we woke up early and had a big party for Lea. We had a big Dora bounce house, water balloons (thanks to Kevin and Amanda), pool, squirt guns and lots of food. Then the girls got a short nap while Brian waited until 4:30 for the guy to pick up the bounce house. We rushed to see our friends son get dedicated at thier church in Folsom.. We got home around 8:30 ish and we all went to sleep. We woke up early again Sunday and it was Lea and James' turn to be dedicated at our church. We went to my sister's house afterwards for a big party to celebrate the dedication, Father's day and Raider's birthday. WOW it was a busy weekend here are some pictures for everyone to enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w276.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w276.photobucket.com/albums/kk16/msrunner/Party Weekend/f9b69e0a.pbw" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i276.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=96" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk16/msrunner/Party%20Weekend/?action=view&amp;amp;current=f9b69e0a.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w276.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w276.photobucket.com/albums/kk16/msrunner/Party Weekend/91850933.pbw" width="480" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i276.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk16/msrunner/Party%20Weekend/?action=view&amp;amp;current=91850933.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-4727806843860625459?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4727806843860625459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=4727806843860625459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4727806843860625459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4727806843860625459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/nicole-surprise-birthday-dinner.html' title='Busiest weekend of our lives'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-8393923233409562639</id><published>2008-06-20T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:11:03.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>I have been absent for a while sorry to those who have been checking up on the blog. I lost the part to my camera that the memory card goes into. I finally found it and now I have a moment to sit down and update everyone as to what has been going on in our lives. Here are a few things!&lt;br /&gt;First-a doctor update for Lea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea finally saw a specialist for her problems. The specialist determined that she has reflux, cow's milk allergy cells built up on the lining of her stomach and gave us a lab slip to run some other tests. We feel very happy that she is actually being taken care of. I just know it is partly my fault because I took so long to switch doctor's (Thanks Danielle for continually talking about it and pushing me to change). I know that Lea is going to get the care that she needs and hopefully by age four she will out grow this (that is what the specialist said). Untill the we will take it one day at a time and try our best to not have her lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second-What we have been up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done so many activities in the last couple weeks. I will put a couple pictures from each event that happen. I will try to keep it short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to infineon race way to see the the wine country classic races. We had a great time. We were a little concerned it would be loud but it was not bad at all. They also had a play ground there. The girls had a really fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxB3RaGTEI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2QsHqXBvgYA/s1600-h/Car+races+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214114886409669698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxB3RaGTEI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2QsHqXBvgYA/s320/Car+races+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxAy5wBXYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/etOJjQd2NXM/s1600-h/Car+races+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214113711828065666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxAy5wBXYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/etOJjQd2NXM/s320/Car+races+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFw_6grCccI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gzwsZXVE1Yg/s1600-h/Car+races+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214112743023604162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFw_6grCccI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gzwsZXVE1Yg/s320/Car+races+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFw_AuBu_pI/AAAAAAAAAZs/24fdysBm1oM/s1600-h/Car+races+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214111750176046738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFw_AuBu_pI/AAAAAAAAAZs/24fdysBm1oM/s320/Car+races+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian found out that one Saturday a couple weeks ago it was a free fishing day so that morning they got up and Brian took Kiley fishing. The pictures turned out totally cute. It looks like they had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxDA6m_viI/AAAAAAAAAaM/e3_SQl2NSRs/s1600-h/fishing+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214116151600070178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxDA6m_viI/AAAAAAAAAaM/e3_SQl2NSRs/s320/fishing+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxDjtFaBoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/OkRFNHcCnjI/s1600-h/fishing+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214116749264946818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxDjtFaBoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/OkRFNHcCnjI/s320/fishing+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxE6Pfy0iI/AAAAAAAAAac/KxEyQR1stJ0/s1600-h/fishing+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214118235971179042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxE6Pfy0iI/AAAAAAAAAac/KxEyQR1stJ0/s320/fishing+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it has been so warm we have been driving the jeep more often. The girls love it especially Lea. She squeks the entire time we drive. It is really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxFtxwyDVI/AAAAAAAAAak/xm0NYJkpgik/s1600-h/fishing+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214119121342565714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxFtxwyDVI/AAAAAAAAAak/xm0NYJkpgik/s320/fishing+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to finish this entry with everyone laughing so here is, what I think, the funniest picture ever. Kiley decided to try on Brian's thermals. She is a riot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxGwnYLfDI/AAAAAAAAAas/E60almgvOqA/s1600-h/Car+races+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214120269606255666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxGwnYLfDI/AAAAAAAAAas/E60almgvOqA/s320/Car+races+229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-8393923233409562639?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8393923233409562639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=8393923233409562639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8393923233409562639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8393923233409562639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SFxB3RaGTEI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2QsHqXBvgYA/s72-c/Car+races+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-1516814467221509362</id><published>2008-06-04T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:22:35.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funderland</title><content type='html'>My sister and I went to funderland yesterday we had such a great time, I think she was right I might have had more fun then the kids.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pictures see her blog &lt;a href="http://www.therunnerbunch.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.therunnerbunch.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-1516814467221509362?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1516814467221509362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=1516814467221509362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/1516814467221509362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/1516814467221509362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/funderland.html' title='Funderland'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-4212170271096848116</id><published>2008-06-04T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:44:47.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Update!</title><content type='html'>This morning Lea, Kiley and I went to see a pediatrician. This was an enlightening experience. This doctor was in depth about her questions and seemed to have better information than I have been getting. I believe as if she is going to follow through with making sure that Lea gets the care that she needs (instead of making a diagnosis and then forgetting about her). The doctor's assistant was extremely nice too, she even gave me a hug. I left her office feeling like they really cared and that I got some of the answers to my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the things I was expressing to Brian is that I am expecting for a doctor to meet me at some emotional level. What I have been forgetting is that they are trained to keep their emotions out of their work. So, that is why they hire loving assistants to take care of that for them. For now I am going to stick with her and I will pray that she works out for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate everyone who prayed that we would find some help. I am sometimes not really good with change but I am hopefully optimistic (like I usually try and be) that this new doctor will all work out for the best.  Plus, she is only about 10 mins from our house. Our other doctor was 45 mins, what a relief!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-4212170271096848116?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4212170271096848116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=4212170271096848116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4212170271096848116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4212170271096848116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/doctor-update.html' title='Doctor Update!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-2042271514653624624</id><published>2008-06-02T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:19:01.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Trouble</title><content type='html'>When I became a Mom I figured that my doctor would treat me kids ouchies the way that I do, with care, concern, empathy and as their number one priority. Oh boy was I wrong! Let me preface this with saying my doctor is amazing. He is very good at what he does and I have no doubt in the world that if something was majorly wrong with one of our kids he would take fabulous care of them.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to go into detail of what I have been dealing with since Lea has been born so if you want to know then you can ask me but for now I believe I am just going to vent. I just have not decided who I am more angry with my doctor, the office or the insurance we have.&lt;br /&gt;I know their are other kids that have way more problems than my kids. In fact, I should be counting my blessings that my kids are as healthy as they are. But, for some reason all I can do is be frustrated that I have been pushed aside as if nothing is wrong, when I know something is not right.&lt;br /&gt;I know that the medical field is not an easy field to work in and I am sure that some parents can be the doctor's worst nightmare so here are my questions. When do the parents and the doctor's start to work together as a team for the child? Does it have to be a major illness before this happens? or is this something that does not happen any more? Are pediatricians better for kids than a family doctor? (I am sure this question has been debated for years)&lt;br /&gt;As of now I am done. I am at the end of my rope and I am not sure where to go from here. I am not getting any help (so I feel). I am fighting this battle for my child on my own. My answer so far has been oh we think this is wrong lets give her medicine. Wrong! I am not going to put my child on medicine because you have a guess. If I agreed with the guess then maybe, but I don't. I know that something else is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime my daughter is still having issues and I will still try and be the best advocate for her I can. So, if I can enlist every ones help to pray for our family especially Lea that either she will grow out of what is causing her problems or that the doctors can give us a definite answer as to what is wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-2042271514653624624?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2042271514653624624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=2042271514653624624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/2042271514653624624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/2042271514653624624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/doctor-trouble.html' title='Doctor Trouble'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-3064184512955719496</id><published>2008-05-27T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:52:16.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDy4P6iHPmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/mKpKSWh6bAM/s1600-h/Duke+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205237852883336802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDy4P6iHPmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/mKpKSWh6bAM/s320/Duke+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a blessing we were able to sell all the puppies. We have one puppy left, not including our dog, that will be picked up this weekend PRAISE THE LORD! Our new bundle of joy's name is Duke. We now have more dogs than kids. Oh well, it was hard to say "No" to a cute face (not his Brian's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Duke does have a really sweet little face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDy47qiHPnI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hTdSJIzXehg/s1600-h/Duke+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205238604502613618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDy47qiHPnI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hTdSJIzXehg/s320/Duke+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; of my wonderful sister Sandy...Wow, doesn't she do an amazing job! She has gotten so talented!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-3064184512955719496?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3064184512955719496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=3064184512955719496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/3064184512955719496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/3064184512955719496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/duke.html' title='Duke'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDy4P6iHPmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/mKpKSWh6bAM/s72-c/Duke+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-892545076945724754</id><published>2008-05-23T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:30:01.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My World", by Kiley Stanton</title><content type='html'>Since Mommy and Auntie Sandy take so many pictures of everything, Kiley has decided to try some of her own photography. I think some of them are pretty good and some of them there is no way I will post. Most of the other pictures she took were just feet pictures so they are not that bad. I think I will put the ones I like the best. It is kind of interesting to see the world from a 3 foot tall little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are her works of art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this one...she was just to cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDczPaiHPfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hho1P_o4sVE/s1600-h/Kiley%27s+photography+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203684234363354610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDczPaiHPfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hho1P_o4sVE/s320/Kiley%27s+photography+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDc1_6iHPkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/D-2BZp6Mu2Q/s1600-h/Kiley%27s+photography+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203687266610265666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDc1_6iHPkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/D-2BZp6Mu2Q/s320/Kiley%27s+photography+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDc1WKiHPjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JQyew32vuyk/s1600-h/Kiley%27s+photography+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203686549350727218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDc1WKiHPjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JQyew32vuyk/s320/Kiley%27s+photography+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDc02qiHPiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gZ1L3TJCO8Q/s1600-h/Kiley%27s+photography+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203686008184847906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDc02qiHPiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gZ1L3TJCO8Q/s320/Kiley%27s+photography+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDc0IqiHPhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/O9R_LGHJURE/s1600-h/Kiley%27s+photography+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203685217910865426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDc0IqiHPhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/O9R_LGHJURE/s320/Kiley%27s+photography+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDczzqiHPgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/c6DWyOlG9vE/s1600-h/Kiley%27s+photography+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203684857133612546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDczzqiHPgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/c6DWyOlG9vE/s320/Kiley%27s+photography+007.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/6209846641117508552-892545076945724754?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/892545076945724754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=892545076945724754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/892545076945724754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/892545076945724754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-world-by-kiley-stanton.html' title='&quot;My World&quot;, by Kiley Stanton'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDczPaiHPfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hho1P_o4sVE/s72-c/Kiley%27s+photography+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-4725890340532446617</id><published>2008-05-23T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:47:00.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets play in the water!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203626046146428322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDb-UaiHPaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZXavLKHD1uY/s320/celp+4+08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here comes the pictures: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lea hates the water!!! I mean hates!!! She kept crying every time I would put her feet in. The picture looks so sad. Kiley and Haylie had no problems once they saw the water they were off but not Lea, she was attached to my leg. It took me an hour to get Lea used to the water and then she started to have fun. She finally let go of me leg and actually began to walk around. As soon as she let go of my leg I imediately got the camera and started taking as many pictures as possible. She looks so cute when she is happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203627596629622194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDb_uqiHPbI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Si_3rYBnqzA/s320/celp+4+08+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haylie and Kiley had such a good time. Haylie's face was so red even with sunscreen. The girls played non stop. By the time we got in the car I think both girls were ready to pass out. I tried getting a picture of the two of them and it was so difficult. So, here is the best one I got. They still look like they are having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDcAlqiHPcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ltPQkr5TeZw/s1600-h/celp+4+08+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203628541522427330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDcAlqiHPcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ltPQkr5TeZw/s320/celp+4+08+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDcBG6iHPdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gtJYCPYZC3o/s1600-h/celp+4+08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203629112753077714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDcBG6iHPdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gtJYCPYZC3o/s320/celp+4+08+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was at the end of our 2 and 1/2 hour day in the sun. They were both dry, changed and ready for a nap. You can see in thier eyes how totally tired they are. What precious punkins and best of friends (fighting friends that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDcBpKiHPeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ixhdjLx6kvs/s1600-h/celp+4+08+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203629701163597282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDcBpKiHPeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ixhdjLx6kvs/s320/celp+4+08+076.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/6209846641117508552-4725890340532446617?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4725890340532446617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=4725890340532446617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4725890340532446617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4725890340532446617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-play-in-water.html' title='Lets play in the water!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDb-UaiHPaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZXavLKHD1uY/s72-c/celp+4+08+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-4322698946444669694</id><published>2008-05-17T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:11:02.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I am a little late on this post! OH WELL!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another shocker is I might not put any pictures with this post! But don't worry there will be lots more posts to come with tons of pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is my story of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning of Mother's day Brian talked to Kiley about what Mother's day meant, then he went and got some breakfast. Kiley and I sat on the couch, snuggled and talked a little bit more about mother's day and what we were going to do that day. After we finished talking she quietly got off the couch went into her room and much to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; brought me the book "Are you my Mother?" by P.D. Eastman. All I could do was look at her in absolute amazement. I know she had to actually search for that book and that it was not in plain site. I was so blown away by how thoughtful she was in that moment. That was by far the highlight of my Mother's day. I know to others it might sound like a very simple gesture and not very important. But, my daughter is only two and it was amazing to see the how much thought she put into getting that particular book and how she was relating the day and the word mother to her life-level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me I am used to seeing children learn something new. I taught in a classroom with children that never got much attention or were not very loved. So, when they had someone sit next to them and explain things in a loving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;manor&lt;/span&gt;, I was fortunate enough to usually witness the child learn something new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was different (obviously) to me. Not only because it was my daughter but because I did not prompt her in any way. Like I said before I was amazed. At that moment (believe it or not) I felt so blessed to be a mom. I am so excited God has given me this job. I get to be there for the simple yet amazing moments like this one. Through all the frustration, screams (mine not the kids), pee, poop, spit up and tears (again mine), at the end of all of that I have the moments where I see God growing and working in my children's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all the mom's and may God show you a glipse of himself through your children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was just kidding I could not resist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls made Mother's day cards for everyone. They had so much fun!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDb4mKiHPZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8CYGDLjW70o/s1600-h/celp+4+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203619754019339666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDb4mKiHPZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8CYGDLjW70o/s320/celp+4+08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDbzzqiHPYI/AAAAAAAAAXo/f_S8EUpmnOw/s1600-h/celp+4+08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203614488389434754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDbzzqiHPYI/AAAAAAAAAXo/f_S8EUpmnOw/s320/celp+4+08+015.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/6209846641117508552-4322698946444669694?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4322698946444669694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=4322698946444669694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4322698946444669694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4322698946444669694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SDb4mKiHPZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8CYGDLjW70o/s72-c/celp+4+08+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-661273657238454574</id><published>2008-05-15T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:27:35.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for the Cure</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning was the big day for Brian's mom. It is a special day for her to join in with 25,000 others who survived or are in support of a cure for Breast Cancer. There are a alot of people who have either lost their or those who are still fighting against breast cancer. This is a day for our family to give all honor and Praise to God for carrying Sue through her fight with Breast Cancer. I am so blessed to have her in my life and I know for a fact that God is not done using her to bless others. She is an amazing woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCyySFHl1sI/AAAAAAAAAXA/h2j3lWSuWSk/s1600-h/caverns+race+for+the+cure+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200727693387486914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCyySFHl1sI/AAAAAAAAAXA/h2j3lWSuWSk/s320/caverns+race+for+the+cure+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is us before the race...Just remember when looking at this picture that we had to check in for the race by 7:30 am. That is a little early for me, considering the girls and I only slept about 4 hours the night before. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCy1_FHl1vI/AAAAAAAAAXY/t12MuPdfhtA/s1600-h/caverns+race+for+the+cure+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200731765016483570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCy1_FHl1vI/AAAAAAAAAXY/t12MuPdfhtA/s320/caverns+race+for+the+cure+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the crew during the walk. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCyzplHl1tI/AAAAAAAAAXI/LUpMguokm2A/s1600-h/caverns+race+for+the+cure+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200729196626040530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCyzplHl1tI/AAAAAAAAAXI/LUpMguokm2A/s320/caverns+race+for+the+cure+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end we made it! This is Brian's brother Mike and the proud survivor with her cute medal she got at the end of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCy0JlHl1uI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PqAE9olQ8LI/s1600-h/caverns+race+for+the+cure+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200729746381854434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCy0JlHl1uI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PqAE9olQ8LI/s320/caverns+race+for+the+cure+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is always a joy to share in this experience with Sue because we know that it really hits home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PRAISE BE TO GOD...ALL GLORY AND HONOR AND POWER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-661273657238454574?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/661273657238454574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=661273657238454574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/661273657238454574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/661273657238454574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/race-for-cure.html' title='Race for the Cure'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCyySFHl1sI/AAAAAAAAAXA/h2j3lWSuWSk/s72-c/caverns+race+for+the+cure+208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-2598525278145219127</id><published>2008-05-14T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:29:03.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working in the Yard</title><content type='html'>Since this is Roxy's last litter of puppies Brian has finally convinced me...we are going to keep one. There was only one Chocolate male in this litter so that is the one we are going to keep. Brian has named him Duke (don't worry there will be pictures of him on a future post). Brian and I talked and the only way we were going to keep him is if the backyard was cleaned up and a new dog run was built. Well, Brian called in some reinforcements. Here are a pictures from throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Workin Hard...or...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCtyb1Hl1nI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lGZVLpwry5E/s1600-h/Working+in+the+yard+(30).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200376017170323058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCtyb1Hl1nI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lGZVLpwry5E/s320/Working+in+the+yard+(30).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly workin....&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCtxEFHl1mI/AAAAAAAAAWM/-6BJ7hBGXJE/s1600-h/Working+in+the+yard+(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200374509636802146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCtxEFHl1mI/AAAAAAAAAWM/-6BJ7hBGXJE/s320/Working+in+the+yard+(14).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley kept trying to spray Uncle Mikey with the hose but was she did not know was that he was controlling how much water came out. So, every time she turned around to spray him he would turn it off. She was so confused. Uncle Mikey came over and he brought water balloons. Kiley was beside her self, she was throwing them at everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCtwKVHl1lI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xSYkrAtDkbA/s1600-h/Working+in+the+yard+(26).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200373517499356754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCtwKVHl1lI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xSYkrAtDkbA/s320/Working+in+the+yard+(26).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCt09FHl1qI/AAAAAAAAAWs/0yhny3w57Lw/s1600-h/Working+in+the+yard+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200378787424229026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCt09FHl1qI/AAAAAAAAAWs/0yhny3w57Lw/s320/Working+in+the+yard+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was such a hot day the girls decided to take a little swim in their new little pool. Kiley was having a great time, she loves the water. Lea does not really like how cold the water is so she only stays in long enough for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCtuPVHl1kI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4cJW3vg_Dh0/s1600-h/Working+in+the+yard+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200371404375447106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCtuPVHl1kI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4cJW3vg_Dh0/s320/Working+in+the+yard+(12).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCt1O1Hl1rI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xwPi5si5lMc/s1600-h/Working+in+the+yard+(29).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200379092366907058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCt1O1Hl1rI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xwPi5si5lMc/s320/Working+in+the+yard+(29).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCt0rFHl1pI/AAAAAAAAAWk/18koCeSK6K4/s1600-h/Working+in+the+yard+(28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200378478186583698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCt0rFHl1pI/AAAAAAAAAWk/18koCeSK6K4/s320/Working+in+the+yard+(28).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/6209846641117508552-2598525278145219127?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2598525278145219127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=2598525278145219127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/2598525278145219127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/2598525278145219127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/working-in-yard.html' title='Working in the Yard'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCtyb1Hl1nI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lGZVLpwry5E/s72-c/Working+in+the+yard+(30).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-4681119795990715459</id><published>2008-05-13T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:08:03.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our long lost friends.</title><content type='html'>When Kiley was six months old I was watching a little girl named Ruby. Her mom and dad and I worked together at the bank (bank of America). They moved to about an hour away and we have not see them for a while. The day we went to the caverns we stopped by for a visit. It was like time had never passed. We had such a good time hanging out with them. We are hoping to see them again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCoCUFHl1gI/AAAAAAAAAVc/jwrB3CbmME8/s1600-h/caverns+race+for+the+cure+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199971263747315202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCoCUFHl1gI/AAAAAAAAAVc/jwrB3CbmME8/s320/caverns+race+for+the+cure+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCoBXlHl1fI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yf1yfyPKOws/s1600-h/caverns+race+for+the+cure+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199970224365229554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCoBXlHl1fI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yf1yfyPKOws/s320/caverns+race+for+the+cure+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls had so much fun jumping off the couch onto the pillows. Gotta love the action shots. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn_I1Hl1eI/AAAAAAAAAVM/L8pzOprAx2s/s1600-h/caverns+race+for+the+cure+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199967771938903522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn_I1Hl1eI/AAAAAAAAAVM/L8pzOprAx2s/s320/caverns+race+for+the+cure+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiley missed her friend Ruby. They had fun playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn90lHl1dI/AAAAAAAAAVE/KGqhzeRqMKY/s1600-h/caverns+race+for+the+cure+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199966324534924754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn90lHl1dI/AAAAAAAAAVE/KGqhzeRqMKY/s320/caverns+race+for+the+cure+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley was giving Ruby the baby doll to help her feel better. What a nice friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-4681119795990715459?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4681119795990715459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=4681119795990715459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4681119795990715459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4681119795990715459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-long-lost-friends.html' title='Our long lost friends.'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCoCUFHl1gI/AAAAAAAAAVc/jwrB3CbmME8/s72-c/caverns+race+for+the+cure+143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-6269746959499403784</id><published>2008-05-13T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:41:08.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonderful world of Caves!</title><content type='html'>Brian had the week off this week, so we wanted to get in some fun quality time. The girls were so excited to have their daddy home for the whole week. We all had such a good time. One of the fun things we did this week was go to Black Chasm and California Caverns. Kiley was amazed at some of the things we saw. Here are my favorite pictures from our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn6OFHl1cI/AAAAAAAAAU8/c_CKLXCwSqs/s1600-h/Caverns+(132).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199962364575077826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn6OFHl1cI/AAAAAAAAAU8/c_CKLXCwSqs/s320/Caverns+(132).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn5IFHl1bI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zN4Scy0LyX8/s1600-h/Caverns+(106).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199961161984234930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn5IFHl1bI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zN4Scy0LyX8/s320/Caverns+(106).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn4X1Hl1aI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0NV-fYftriY/s1600-h/Caverns+(103).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199960333055546786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn4X1Hl1aI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0NV-fYftriY/s320/Caverns+(103).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn3z1Hl1ZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vTSPVKtwBP4/s1600-h/Caverns+(31).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199959714580256146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn3z1Hl1ZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vTSPVKtwBP4/s320/Caverns+(31).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley climed these stairs all by herself. I was so proud of her, in fact her famous words were "Kiley do it all by herself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn3YlHl1YI/AAAAAAAAAUc/22-uKImQQ4A/s1600-h/Caverns+(23).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199959246428820866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn3YlHl1YI/AAAAAAAAAUc/22-uKImQQ4A/s320/Caverns+(23).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn2oVHl1XI/AAAAAAAAAUU/f71pyXSKci8/s1600-h/Caverns+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199958417500132722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn2oVHl1XI/AAAAAAAAAUU/f71pyXSKci8/s320/Caverns+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn2KFHl1WI/AAAAAAAAAUM/i6DjbPoGB-8/s1600-h/Caverns+(49).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199957897809089890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn2KFHl1WI/AAAAAAAAAUM/i6DjbPoGB-8/s320/Caverns+(49).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn03lHl1VI/AAAAAAAAAUE/1CrskO8k3HU/s1600-h/Caverns+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199956480469882194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn03lHl1VI/AAAAAAAAAUE/1CrskO8k3HU/s320/Caverns+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCnyHlHl1UI/AAAAAAAAAT8/POx9to6THw0/s1600-h/Caverns+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199953456812905794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCnyHlHl1UI/AAAAAAAAAT8/POx9to6THw0/s320/Caverns+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-6269746959499403784?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6269746959499403784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=6269746959499403784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/6269746959499403784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/6269746959499403784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/wonderful-world-of-caves.html' title='The wonderful world of Caves!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCn6OFHl1cI/AAAAAAAAAU8/c_CKLXCwSqs/s72-c/Caverns+(132).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-7503060455350835169</id><published>2008-05-12T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:28:38.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Anniversary Getaway!</title><content type='html'>Sunday May 4th was our anninversary and even though we did not get to do much on the actual day of our anniversary, it still turned out to be a fun day. We went to Abby's birthday party, put the kids to bed early and watched a movie (a chick flick of course). A couple days later Brian planned a nice relaxing day and night at an AMAZING hotel here in Sac. It is fairly new and was wonderful. We got couple massages, had dinner at Scott's Seafood and had two flat screen TV's in our room. This is a picture from our bed to the right. Brian is such a good sport to pose in the picture for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCtb-lHl1hI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yqhRc9xLB04/s1600-h/caverns+race+for+the+cure+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200351325403338258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCtb-lHl1hI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yqhRc9xLB04/s320/caverns+race+for+the+cure+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture if you are looking on the other side of the bed. It had an electric fireplace and another room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCteo1Hl1iI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TkvLoQoizpE/s1600-h/caverns+race+for+the+cure+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200354250276066850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCteo1Hl1iI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TkvLoQoizpE/s320/caverns+race+for+the+cure+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a great time hanging out with my husband. We both felt single again (no kids single). It was nice to have a night to ourselves and to be able to actually sleep in. The time was nice while it lasted, but on the way to pick up our rugrats we were laughing and talking about them. We could not stop wondering what time they woke up, what were some of the funny things they might have done the night before and if Lea woke up at 3 am? It just goes to show you that it is nice to have a break, but you will always miss the ones you are trying to get the break from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-7503060455350835169?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7503060455350835169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=7503060455350835169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/7503060455350835169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/7503060455350835169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-anniversary.html' title='Our Anniversary Getaway!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCtb-lHl1hI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yqhRc9xLB04/s72-c/caverns+race+for+the+cure+170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-6983585940172665661</id><published>2008-05-10T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:57:11.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>We went to Kiley's best bud Abby's Birthday party last weekend. Kiley was talking about it the entire week before it started and for another week after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a beautiful day...there was a bounce house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi3dlHl1PI/AAAAAAAAATU/yHL5hFfDAng/s1600-h/Abbys+party+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199607488607278322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi3dlHl1PI/AAAAAAAAATU/yHL5hFfDAng/s320/Abbys+party+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi2GVHl1NI/AAAAAAAAATE/XkMgYGmLbP4/s1600-h/Abbys+party+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199605989663691986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi2GVHl1NI/AAAAAAAAATE/XkMgYGmLbP4/s320/Abbys+party+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Kiley's favorite, cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi2i1Hl1OI/AAAAAAAAATM/Vz72mIw2KrA/s1600-h/Abbys+party+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199606479289963746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi2i1Hl1OI/AAAAAAAAATM/Vz72mIw2KrA/s320/Abbys+party+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley was having so much fun at the playground; as you can see she was being so silly, she had dirt all over her face and had sticky bubble hands, but she did not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi0g1Hl1KI/AAAAAAAAASs/2CspPIsf2Vo/s1600-h/Abbys+party+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199604245906969762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi0g1Hl1KI/AAAAAAAAASs/2CspPIsf2Vo/s320/Abbys+party+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea also had a fun time at the party. She got to see her little boyfriend, his name is Jack. When Jack was leaving he tried to give Lea a kiss goodbye and she was not really interested or not paying attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCiznFHl1II/AAAAAAAAASc/M-FKag-bkLg/s1600-h/Abbys+party+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199603253769524354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCiznFHl1II/AAAAAAAAASc/M-FKag-bkLg/s320/Abbys+party+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all the sudden I think she realized what Jack was doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi0FVHl1JI/AAAAAAAAASk/JN47p2af2PU/s1600-h/Abbys+party+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199603773460567186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi0FVHl1JI/AAAAAAAAASk/JN47p2af2PU/s320/Abbys+party+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Lea also had fun eating cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi51FHl1QI/AAAAAAAAATc/2skaYOM2IBY/s1600-h/Abbys+party+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199610091357459714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi51FHl1QI/AAAAAAAAATc/2skaYOM2IBY/s320/Abbys+party+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had such a fun time hanging out with our friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCizGFHl1HI/AAAAAAAAASU/yWeLeDtEwC0/s1600-h/Abby%27s+party+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199602686833841266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCizGFHl1HI/AAAAAAAAASU/yWeLeDtEwC0/s320/Abby%27s+party+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi1EFHl1LI/AAAAAAAAAS0/klaEKp1oT-I/s1600-h/Abbys+party+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199604851497358514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi1EFHl1LI/AAAAAAAAAS0/klaEKp1oT-I/s320/Abbys+party+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi1nlHl1MI/AAAAAAAAAS8/d9QSuNR9e8s/s1600-h/Abbys+party+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199605461382714562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi1nlHl1MI/AAAAAAAAAS8/d9QSuNR9e8s/s320/Abbys+party+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we even met people that got married the same day and year as we did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi7F1Hl1RI/AAAAAAAAATk/C0fQjUT1yFs/s1600-h/Abbys+party+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199611478631896338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi7F1Hl1RI/AAAAAAAAATk/C0fQjUT1yFs/s320/Abbys+party+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley played so hard and had so much fun. On the way home she passed out before we even got out of the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi73FHl1SI/AAAAAAAAATs/TJotyAsNyaI/s1600-h/Abbys+party+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199612324740453666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi73FHl1SI/AAAAAAAAATs/TJotyAsNyaI/s320/Abbys+party+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea on the other hand, good ole Lea, cried the entire way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi8UlHl1TI/AAAAAAAAAT0/G8N67r0_KRo/s1600-h/Abbys+party+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199612831546594610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi8UlHl1TI/AAAAAAAAAT0/G8N67r0_KRo/s320/Abbys+party+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all we had a very fun day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-6983585940172665661?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6983585940172665661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=6983585940172665661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/6983585940172665661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/6983585940172665661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/abbys-birthday-party.html' title='Abby&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCi3dlHl1PI/AAAAAAAAATU/yHL5hFfDAng/s72-c/Abbys+party+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-2721998204268912601</id><published>2008-05-09T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:49:17.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lea's first Spagetti Experience</title><content type='html'>Lea has now decided that she loves food. Up until now there has never been a chance for us to have her try spagetti (she is always asleep by the time we eat). We had left overs from the night before so we got the camera ready and away she went. She was stuffing her face and had at least three servings. She obviously got a bath afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCThXKr_h3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/esbuc7uW5CQ/s1600-h/Spegetti+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198527658014508914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCThXKr_h3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/esbuc7uW5CQ/s320/Spegetti+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCYmN6r_h5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bUIMhhhw0PQ/s1600-h/Spegetti+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198884840379746194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCYmN6r_h5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bUIMhhhw0PQ/s320/Spegetti+(9).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/6209846641117508552-2721998204268912601?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2721998204268912601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=2721998204268912601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/2721998204268912601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/2721998204268912601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/leas-first-spagetti-experience.html' title='Lea&apos;s first Spagetti Experience'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCThXKr_h3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/esbuc7uW5CQ/s72-c/Spegetti+(8).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-5220449235444890040</id><published>2008-05-06T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:29:57.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME BABY TYLER!!!</title><content type='html'>Brian's sister Katie had a baby boy. His name is Tyler. He was a week early and was 8 lbs 7 oz. He is a big handson boy. Katie did great and even said "that wasn't that hard", (She had drugs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCDzSXL1bAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3QRCZPFOF-E/s1600-h/Baby+Tyler+Abbys+party+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197421466772401154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCDzSXL1bAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3QRCZPFOF-E/s320/Baby+Tyler+Abbys+party+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie is such a great Auntie to the girls I know she will be a wonderful Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCD0oXL1bDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WxyieAUDltY/s1600-h/Baby+Tyler+(36).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197422944241151026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCD0oXL1bDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WxyieAUDltY/s320/Baby+Tyler+(36).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCDyBnL1a9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/8iFfy-L4unM/s1600-h/Baby+Tyler+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197420079497964498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCDyBnL1a9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/8iFfy-L4unM/s320/Baby+Tyler+(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Tyler's daddy (Matt) was as proud as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCDydXL1a-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ayGMTF0cfL4/s1600-h/Baby+Tyler+(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197420556239334370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCDydXL1a-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ayGMTF0cfL4/s320/Baby+Tyler+(17).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole family showed up to meet the new addition to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCDy43L1a_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/-y-SnObwPKU/s1600-h/Baby+Tyler+(25).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197421028685736946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCDy43L1a_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/-y-SnObwPKU/s320/Baby+Tyler+(25).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Mikey showed up to the hospital in the middle of the night and waited a long time to be able to hold his first nephew. He is such a good uncle to the girls we all know he is going to have so much fun with the first boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCDzq3L1bBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wc9EEXsRcKU/s1600-h/Baby+Tyler+(67).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197421887679196178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCDzq3L1bBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wc9EEXsRcKU/s320/Baby+Tyler+(67).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grandpa (papa) Kelly Drove a couple hours to be here to meet his first grandson. He had such a big smile on his face when he saw was holding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCD1enL1bEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sWABXYBLwNY/s1600-h/Baby+Tyler+(60).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197423876249054274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCD1enL1bEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sWABXYBLwNY/s320/Baby+Tyler+(60).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Brian was so happy to see and hold his newest nephew. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCR79Kr_h1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/G9hJ3fmyYNw/s1600-h/baby+Tyler+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198416160663504722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCR79Kr_h1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/G9hJ3fmyYNw/s320/baby+Tyler+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christina (Nina) was also there in the middle of the night to see Baby Tyler&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCR8c6r_h2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/uNoZqNNqyko/s1600-h/Baby+tyler+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198416706124351330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCR8c6r_h2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/uNoZqNNqyko/s320/Baby+tyler+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma could not wait to see Baby Tyler. She called every day to check on the status of Katie. She was there at the hospital all night, there by Katie's side as she delivered and shed tears of joy with Katie as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are all excited to have the new addition to the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCR6qar_h0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Savsb6ZoCEE/s1600-h/baby+Tyler.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198414739029329730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCR6qar_h0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Savsb6ZoCEE/s400/baby+Tyler.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCD0KnL1bCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8F8dOHywFug/s1600-h/Baby+Tyler+(32).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197422433140042786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCD0KnL1bCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8F8dOHywFug/s320/Baby+Tyler+(32).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what Katie went through so I just wanted to give her a big giant hug. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-5220449235444890040?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5220449235444890040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=5220449235444890040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5220449235444890040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5220449235444890040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-baby-tyler.html' title='WELCOME BABY TYLER!!!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SCDzSXL1bAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3QRCZPFOF-E/s72-c/Baby+Tyler+Abbys+party+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-1480871802692991594</id><published>2008-05-01T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:01:24.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Body is Not as Young as I Think!</title><content type='html'>This might sound a little crazy after you hear my story but, you might agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started going to the gym, to get healthy and back in shape. Yeah for me right! Wrong! On Tuesday nights there is a dance workout class followed by another dance class, that I began going to a few weeks ago. Well, if you know me I LOVE to dance and I have been having a fun time with it. I usually put Lea in bed before I leave and Brian watches Kiley. On Tuesday everything was going as planned I did the first class and was feeling great we were almost done with the last class (7 or 8 mins left) and I was really getting into it. I think that I was getting into it to much, and forgot that I have not exercised in over two years (and believe it or not my body can not do what it used to).  I was doing a dance move called "pump it up" and I think I pumped it up to hard. I heard my back pop and all the sudden pain was shooting around my waist and up my back. My legs and feet went numb and I could no longer stand upright. I stood at the back of the class hunched over with my hands on knees totally embarrassed as the class finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young (22 years old) blonde totally in shape instructor came up and asked if I was ok. I told her, "I was not sure and that I could not walk at that moment". She called another young (21 year old) personal trainer into the room and that is when I felt like that commercial, "want to get away". If I could have run out those doors I would have. I am not usually embarrassed about much but for some reason I was completely embarrassed. I think because I was trying to make my body do things that it does not want to do after having two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor and he told me I strained a muscle and irritated the nerve in my back. They gave me a shot that was supposed to take away the pain (it didn't) and then perscribed me Vicodin (that doesn't work either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I realized that although I am not old, my body is definitely not twenty anymore and I need to remember that I did have two kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-1480871802692991594?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1480871802692991594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=1480871802692991594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/1480871802692991594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/1480871802692991594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-body-is-not-as-young-as-i-think.html' title='My Body is Not as Young as I Think!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-8807616304640607235</id><published>2008-05-01T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:27:26.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck-E-Cheese</title><content type='html'>This week is my sisters last week of freedom. Monday she has to go back to work full time. We are all very sad. Kiley loves visiting her cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and seeing her Auntie Sandy. Lately when we are getting dressed she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;asks&lt;/span&gt; if we are going to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If we are not I will tell her, "No, not today". Some days she will say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; and other days she will insist that we go see her. She was so excited Tuesday morning when I told her we were going to go to Chuck-E-Cheese with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Even though both girls were deathly afraid of Chuck E. Cheese when he came out to visit they had a fun time running from game to game as we took lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBpC1XL1a8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/8ZA3uLpJ5Q0/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195538604649442242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBpC1XL1a8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/8ZA3uLpJ5Q0/s320/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always I think Kiley's favorite part of the whole day was being able to eat the delicious pizza. She is such a food junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBpCZ3L1a7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/RObplpK3JYk/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195538132203039666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBpCZ3L1a7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/RObplpK3JYk/s320/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBpB4nL1a6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/IqTU4shux_w/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195537560972389282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBpB4nL1a6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/IqTU4shux_w/s320/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBpBXXL1a5I/AAAAAAAAAOY/3vUR92Srl_8/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195536989741738898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBpBXXL1a5I/AAAAAAAAAOY/3vUR92Srl_8/s320/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBpAmnL1a4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GsORYbLBjGI/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195536152223116162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBpAmnL1a4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GsORYbLBjGI/s320/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lea is such a climber, she climbed all the way up the stairs to stand behind this plastic mirror. She was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stinking&lt;/span&gt; proud of herself that her squeal of delight could be heard out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBo__XL1a3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/5NTVLeb56MM/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195535477913250674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBo__XL1a3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/5NTVLeb56MM/s320/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBo_mnL1a2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/-jJcRFrTsYE/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195535052711488354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBo_mnL1a2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/-jJcRFrTsYE/s320/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBo_JnL1a1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/pJ72mes7Yto/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195534554495282002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBo_JnL1a1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/pJ72mes7Yto/s320/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBo-t3L1a0I/AAAAAAAAANw/3s0EwwfDRvI/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195534077753912130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBo-t3L1a0I/AAAAAAAAANw/3s0EwwfDRvI/s320/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-8807616304640607235?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8807616304640607235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=8807616304640607235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8807616304640607235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8807616304640607235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/chuck-e-cheese.html' title='Chuck-E-Cheese'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBpC1XL1a8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/8ZA3uLpJ5Q0/s72-c/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-5901414801167947113</id><published>2008-05-01T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:01:51.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Good Deal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBoBPXL1azI/AAAAAAAAANo/m0QHtjhrFm8/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195466483558607666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBoBPXL1azI/AAAAAAAAANo/m0QHtjhrFm8/s320/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of you might think that I am crazy or silly for putting this on here but I am so excited about my find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Amy and I went shopping so she could get a new shirt for her daughters birthday party. While we were out we saw the store Shoe Pavilion and decided to go check it out. In the way back of the store they had shoes for 75% off (my kind of sale). I saw these boots and thought they were cute. The price on the box said they were normally $95, with another sticker that said $39.99. I decided to take them to the front to see what the price really was. When the girl rang them up she said they were $9.99. I almost fell on the floor. I pulled out my money, paid and left the store hoping she wouldn't call me back to tell me she made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited I can't wait until I have a reason to wear them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-5901414801167947113?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5901414801167947113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=5901414801167947113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5901414801167947113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5901414801167947113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-good-deal.html' title='What a Good Deal!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBoBPXL1azI/AAAAAAAAANo/m0QHtjhrFm8/s72-c/chuck+e+cheese+and+baby+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-2400575607459540347</id><published>2008-05-01T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:37:33.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiley's Best Bud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBn-5HL1ayI/AAAAAAAAANg/7q2dv_iqdXk/s1600-h/playing+in+the+sprinklers+4-27-08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195463902283262754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBn-5HL1ayI/AAAAAAAAANg/7q2dv_iqdXk/s320/playing+in+the+sprinklers+4-27-08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my newest friend Amy's daughter Abby. Amy and I hang out on a regular basis, the girls have a great time playing together. We just got back from shopping and Kiley was being a sweet friend towards Abby. Believe it or not the girls were actually very tired, although you would never know it in this picture. They are both so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-2400575607459540347?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2400575607459540347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=2400575607459540347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/2400575607459540347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/2400575607459540347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/kileys-best-bud.html' title='Kiley&apos;s Best Bud!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBn-5HL1ayI/AAAAAAAAANg/7q2dv_iqdXk/s72-c/playing+in+the+sprinklers+4-27-08+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-8966692807484610743</id><published>2008-05-01T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:27:43.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy's of Being a Mom!</title><content type='html'>There are no pictures to this one just a great story about being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to have kids, even when I was little I used to think about what my kids would look like and the fun things we would do together. I never thought about spit up, throw up, getting pooped or peed on or anything to that nature. So far I have been able to avoid almost all of it (except when they were babies and they leaked a little out of their diapers). I am talking about the major you are truly a mom incidents. That was until Monday morning. It started out like one of those fun times I used to think about. The girls and I were playing in our bed, we were laughing and tickling each other and just having a fun time. I was laying down on my side and Lea was sitting by my chest and Kiley was by my head. Our fun lasted for a good 20 minutes and then it happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea threw up all over my face! A huge puddle landed in my eye and then trickled down my face into my ear and hair. Kiley was so shocked she burst into tears. She was screaming thru her tears "Mommy, Mommy, are you ok"? The only thing I could do at that point was laugh. I laughed, Kiley cried and Lea just looked at both of us like we were crazy, after all she felt much better after getting all that food out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed something to wipe the stuff off my eyes so I could see Kiley. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was (if you have a weak stomach I would stop reading) white chunks from the cottage cheese and yogurt I had given her for breakfast. Right then I wiped the rest of the stuff off my face and the girls and I climbed out of bed. I put a whole bunch of toys in the bathroom and jumped in the shower. If I thought or smelled what was on my face I too would be throwing up my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I feel like I have been initiated and have officially been dubbed a MOM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers Day to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-8966692807484610743?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8966692807484610743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=8966692807484610743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8966692807484610743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8966692807484610743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/joys-of-being-mom.html' title='The Joy&apos;s of Being a Mom!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-3336707047779255220</id><published>2008-04-28T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:25:13.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sprinklers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZqqHL1anI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-pzPD_eNQfg/s1600-h/playing+in+the+sprinklers+4-27-08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194456491934182002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZqqHL1anI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-pzPD_eNQfg/s320/playing+in+the+sprinklers+4-27-08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZptXL1amI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NnO4KG29Pz8/s1600-h/playing+in+the+sprinklers+4-27-08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194455448257129058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZptXL1amI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NnO4KG29Pz8/s320/playing+in+the+sprinklers+4-27-08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZpPHL1alI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YDgFD5FSzoI/s1600-h/playing+in+the+sprinklers+4-27-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194454928566086226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZpPHL1alI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YDgFD5FSzoI/s320/playing+in+the+sprinklers+4-27-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZoR3L1akI/AAAAAAAAALw/lc0nEDW6a94/s1600-h/playing+in+the+sprinklers+4-27-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194453876299098690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZoR3L1akI/AAAAAAAAALw/lc0nEDW6a94/s320/playing+in+the+sprinklers+4-27-08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All day Sunday Kiley kept asking up to play in the sprinklers. We told her after her nap we would go outside and she could play however, we got busy and ended up going grocery shopping. We thought maybe she forgot about it but no chance. She talked about it the whole time we were out. When we finally got home she was so excited she could hardly contain herself. She played until there was no more sun. She got a little cold at the end but I still got some cute pictures. &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/6209846641117508552-3336707047779255220?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3336707047779255220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=3336707047779255220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/3336707047779255220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/3336707047779255220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-in-sprinklers.html' title='Fun in the Sprinklers'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZqqHL1anI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-pzPD_eNQfg/s72-c/playing+in+the+sprinklers+4-27-08+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-5012644291541753515</id><published>2008-04-28T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:53:45.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at that Boy Run!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday Brian's cousin from Danville, who is a Sophmore in High School, had a track meet here in Sacramento at Hughes Stadium. Brian's Mom came and Kiley (of course) was so excited to see her. Kiley was running up and down the stairs, the girl would not sit still. Since we all got out so much energy (chasing crazy Kiley around) and because it was so hot we decided to get some delicious ice cream. We had so much fun spending time with Uncle Glenn and Cousin Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZxIXL1axI/AAAAAAAAANY/WEBNEmJxNu4/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194463608694991634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZxIXL1axI/AAAAAAAAANY/WEBNEmJxNu4/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZwsXL1awI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Dc-kv_B3DQg/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194463127658654466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZwsXL1awI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Dc-kv_B3DQg/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZumHL1auI/AAAAAAAAANA/hU3gvqnbhew/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194460821261216482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZumHL1auI/AAAAAAAAANA/hU3gvqnbhew/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+053.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/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZuN3L1atI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WH4GIzFIdvM/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194460404649388754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZuN3L1atI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WH4GIzFIdvM/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZtznL1asI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GEBqcuztAdA/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194459953677822658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZtznL1asI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GEBqcuztAdA/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZs7HL1arI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fGirExrWvNM/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194458983015213746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZs7HL1arI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fGirExrWvNM/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZsEnL1apI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HDYWvmMDUhM/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194458046712343186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZsEnL1apI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HDYWvmMDUhM/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZrpnL1aoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YqQQ_RCLa6w/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457582855875202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZrpnL1aoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YqQQ_RCLa6w/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-5012644291541753515?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5012644291541753515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=5012644291541753515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5012644291541753515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5012644291541753515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/look-at-that-boy-run.html' title='Look at that Boy Run!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZxIXL1axI/AAAAAAAAANY/WEBNEmJxNu4/s72-c/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-8660053157827811057</id><published>2008-04-28T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:50:16.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Early Bird Catches the Worm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZgvXL1ajI/AAAAAAAAALo/YYs1ZhYsvOw/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194445587012217394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZgvXL1ajI/AAAAAAAAALo/YYs1ZhYsvOw/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZgRHL1aiI/AAAAAAAAALg/M26-yLyqs5U/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194445067321174562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZgRHL1aiI/AAAAAAAAALg/M26-yLyqs5U/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up early Saturday morning to go to garage sales with one of my long time friends Danielle. We definitely found some good stuff. My two favorite things I found were camping chairs for my girls. They were only $1.00 and they are in good condition. Kiley's is pink and Lea's is purple, although Lea loves to try and sit in Kiley's chair. I got a picture of Lea trying to climb in her sisters chair, Kiley had a fit and Lea was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cracking&lt;/span&gt; up!&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/6209846641117508552-8660053157827811057?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8660053157827811057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=8660053157827811057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8660053157827811057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8660053157827811057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/garage-sales.html' title='The Early Bird Catches the Worm'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBZgvXL1ajI/AAAAAAAAALo/YYs1ZhYsvOw/s72-c/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-8558427424095955505</id><published>2008-04-27T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:51:19.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBVjpXL1ahI/AAAAAAAAALY/iZIOF88exZU/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194167307491174930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBVjpXL1ahI/AAAAAAAAALY/iZIOF88exZU/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBVfDnL1agI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aFhV4luqjCI/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194162260904602114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBVfDnL1agI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aFhV4luqjCI/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBVeU3L1afI/AAAAAAAAALI/GKqvqUYquMQ/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194161457745717746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBVeU3L1afI/AAAAAAAAALI/GKqvqUYquMQ/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday it was such a beautiful day that we decided to go for a bike ride. We rode to the River entrance at Rossmore, by our house, had a few snacks for the girls and set out on our adventure. They had such a great time that Kiley did not want to go home. As you can see Lea had so much fun she fell asleep on the way home. Kiley did not want to get out of her seat, she wanted to stay in it all day. We finally bribed her to get out. Our bike ride turned out more exciting then we actually planned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped half way through our ride at some benches we saw. We noticed a man riding his bike pulling his youngest kid in a buggy (like what our girls our in), and his eight year old son was riding behind him. All the sudden we heard SNAKE! As we turned our heads the eight year old son fell over almost on top of a RATTLE SNAKE. The dad could not stop fast enough to help his son and passed right by him. Next thing I know Lea landed in my arms and Brian was running straight towards the kid and the snake (that was now slithering toward the kid). Brian scooped the kid up just as the snake was about a foot from the kid. It was amazing! The kid was safe and the snake went back to his home in the bushes. We all praise the Lord that Brian was at the right place at the right time. It was especially good that Brian can run fast when he needs to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All and all it was a really fun ride!&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/6209846641117508552-8558427424095955505?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8558427424095955505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=8558427424095955505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8558427424095955505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/8558427424095955505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/bike-ride.html' title='Bike Ride'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBVjpXL1ahI/AAAAAAAAALY/iZIOF88exZU/s72-c/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-1313515608634190274</id><published>2008-04-26T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:51:48.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Look at me Mom, I can climb"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPHTXL1aaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jtl1yaPBFD0/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193713930743409058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPHTXL1aaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jtl1yaPBFD0/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPISXL1abI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WvMIjRWpKYA/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193715013075167666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPISXL1abI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WvMIjRWpKYA/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPJYHL1adI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-43b6AWq1LA/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193716211371043282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPJYHL1adI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-43b6AWq1LA/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lea is a little monkey. She was so proud of herself when she climbed on her sisters chair. She would wave at me and then climb down, then get right back up again. She has got so much personality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193717615825349090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPKp3L1aeI/AAAAAAAAALA/j6pHutIoNts/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There is no way I can get mad at her when she looks at me like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-1313515608634190274?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1313515608634190274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=1313515608634190274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/1313515608634190274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/1313515608634190274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/look-at-me-mom-i-can-climb.html' title='&quot;Look at me Mom, I can climb&quot;'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPHTXL1aaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jtl1yaPBFD0/s72-c/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-4762071945667072854</id><published>2008-04-26T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T17:13:57.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatty Foods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPEfXL1aXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6wb1Rd1lspk/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193710838366955890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPEfXL1aXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6wb1Rd1lspk/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPELHL1aWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DJTEkjgOlvg/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193710490474604898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPELHL1aWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DJTEkjgOlvg/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you that don't know Lea is not gaining any weight. In the last 3 months she has weighed in at 14 lbs. We saw our doctor last week and he said we need to add more fatty foods to her diet. So after that visit we decided to give her...(drum roll please).....avacados and peanut butter. It was a wonderful combination and she loved it, but what kid doesn't like peanut butter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPE5XL1aYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qAR8cpxoYoo/s1600-h/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193711285043554690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPE5XL1aYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qAR8cpxoYoo/s320/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+007.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/6209846641117508552-4762071945667072854?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4762071945667072854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=4762071945667072854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4762071945667072854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/4762071945667072854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/fatty-foods.html' title='Fatty Foods'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPEfXL1aXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6wb1Rd1lspk/s72-c/Saturday+outings+4-26-08+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-6534396690188817757</id><published>2008-04-22T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:22:17.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest House Cleaner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eac0ac555b413a8a" 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://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deac0ac555b413a8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329868982%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BCE724A81B46D833565C407E819CEDB9123FD93.34C2557BA79D247653473BD8EE26F6175768E500%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deac0ac555b413a8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbcYVv_A9-HLjpH6eefirKn7yWqI&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://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deac0ac555b413a8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329868982%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BCE724A81B46D833565C407E819CEDB9123FD93.34C2557BA79D247653473BD8EE26F6175768E500%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deac0ac555b413a8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbcYVv_A9-HLjpH6eefirKn7yWqI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I get my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; out Lea immediately starts to chase it around the room.  I discovered this a few weeks ago when she began eating everything off the floor (and I mean EVERYTHING). I now use this little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; after every meal and every time I pull it out she helps me push it around, laughing the entire time. She makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vacuuming&lt;/span&gt; so fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-6534396690188817757?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=eac0ac555b413a8a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6534396690188817757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=6534396690188817757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/6534396690188817757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/6534396690188817757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/newest-house-cleaner.html' title='The Newest House Cleaner'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-7721976265224067064</id><published>2008-04-22T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:44:03.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiley "The Mommy"</title><content type='html'>Ever since my sister had James and my best friend Dena had Evan in January, Kiley has been obsessed with baby dolls. After feeding Lea breakfast one morning Kiley decided to feed her baby. Here are a few of the pictures we got before her baby was done eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SA69DnL1aOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_vkutcaP9lE/s1600-h/04+01+08+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192295290160638178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SA69DnL1aOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_vkutcaP9lE/s320/04+01+08+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SA6-JXL1aQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HDRC8Qm8wWY/s1600-h/04+01+08+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192296488456513794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SA6-JXL1aQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HDRC8Qm8wWY/s320/04+01+08+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SA69vXL1aPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LhHbbRMyB1Y/s1600-h/04+01+08+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192296041779914994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SA69vXL1aPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LhHbbRMyB1Y/s320/04+01+08+127.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/6209846641117508552-7721976265224067064?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7721976265224067064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=7721976265224067064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/7721976265224067064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/7721976265224067064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/kiley-mommy.html' title='Kiley &quot;The Mommy&quot;'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SA69DnL1aOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_vkutcaP9lE/s72-c/04+01+08+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-6980463265332498831</id><published>2008-04-21T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:51:52.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPDanL1aVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KFehA0rvwbs/s1600-h/Puppies+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193709657250949458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPDanL1aVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KFehA0rvwbs/s320/Puppies+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPC_nL1aUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SWhyUMnnaaQ/s1600-h/Puppies+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193709193394481474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPC_nL1aUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SWhyUMnnaaQ/s320/Puppies+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPCg3L1aTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Gc0b_-_wjhI/s1600-h/Puppies+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193708665113504050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPCg3L1aTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Gc0b_-_wjhI/s320/Puppies+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The puppies are getting bigger now. They are walking, play bitting, and the cutest of all, they are barking at each other. Their eyes and ears are open and they love when people pet them. Just let me know if you have extra love to give, they need all the attention they can get.&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/6209846641117508552-6980463265332498831?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6980463265332498831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=6980463265332498831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/6980463265332498831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/6980463265332498831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SBPDanL1aVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KFehA0rvwbs/s72-c/Puppies+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-368035408550447486</id><published>2008-04-21T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:36:19.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We love the park!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy_kqzpvRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3pt0L8ZYNY8/s1600-h/park+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191735107138469138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy_kqzpvRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3pt0L8ZYNY8/s320/park+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy-qKzpvPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/x1hPkapgyrc/s1600-h/park+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191734102116121842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy-qKzpvPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/x1hPkapgyrc/s320/park+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy1NKzpvFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g2Jz43pPNlk/s1600-h/park+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191723708295265362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy1NKzpvFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g2Jz43pPNlk/s320/park+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAyzh6zpvEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UzZnBb6q2vw/s1600-h/park+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191721865754295362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAyzh6zpvEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UzZnBb6q2vw/s320/park+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a park right down the street from our house that we walk to often. My kids LOVE to be out of the house and enjoying the warm sun. I believe almost every day we either walk or I have started running to the park. This time we invited some friends to go with us. We had a great time playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy_EazpvQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vepcXwjmK64/s1600-h/park+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191734553087687938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy_EazpvQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vepcXwjmK64/s320/park+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ablock; border="0" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAzBUKzpvTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NEAl_Mcq5CI/s320/park+049.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy9YqzpvOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7RV5A2Uobko/s1600-h/park+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191732701956783330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy9YqzpvOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7RV5A2Uobko/s320/park+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Auntie Katie she is due any day. Katie took the walk with us that day to hang out with her nieces but also to try and get baby Tyler out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy84qzpvNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LIw1_epoox0/s1600-h/park+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191732152200969426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy84qzpvNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LIw1_epoox0/s320/park+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the first time Lea had an whole apple put to her mouth. She was not sure excatly what to do. After a few times she got the hang of it and was taking bites like a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy8a6zpvMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2YUvf5FKKog/s1600-h/park+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191731641099861186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy8a6zpvMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2YUvf5FKKog/s320/park+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my newest friend Amy. Amy and I met at a Tiny Tots group at Hagan Park. Abby is her daughter in the swing and Charles is behind her, she nanny's for him. I have met some wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy7cKzpvKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Yi-IzPi0In8/s1600-h/park+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191730563063069858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy7cKzpvKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Yi-IzPi0In8/s320/park+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy77qzpvLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0yQvggmozhk/s1600-h/park+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191731104228949170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy77qzpvLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0yQvggmozhk/s320/park+015.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/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy2YazpvGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AujLnsXw-2I/s1600-h/park+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191725001080421474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy2YazpvGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AujLnsXw-2I/s320/park+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I put sunscreen on Lea at the park and I had to put some in her hair. Well, I decided to have some fun with her hair. I spiked it so she would have crazy hair (that is what Kiley calls it). She looked so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-368035408550447486?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/368035408550447486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=368035408550447486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/368035408550447486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/368035408550447486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-love-park.html' title='We love the park!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAy_kqzpvRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3pt0L8ZYNY8/s72-c/park+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-9175585026964456335</id><published>2008-04-21T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:10:10.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Painters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAysb6zpvCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LH4j4l9yiPw/s1600-h/puppies,+painting+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191714066093685794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAysb6zpvCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LH4j4l9yiPw/s320/puppies,+painting+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAyrIazpvAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8iZFAU6sAdw/s1600-h/puppies,+painting+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191712631574608898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAyrIazpvAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8iZFAU6sAdw/s320/puppies,+painting+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAyp1azpu_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZyIBbXv3Vgo/s1600-h/puppies,+painting+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191711205645466610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAyp1azpu_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZyIBbXv3Vgo/s320/puppies,+painting+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister Sandy and her daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; came over and we decided to let the girls have some fun. Kiley got a paint set for her birthday and Sandy brought paper over. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; the girls down on the floor, outlined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; bodies and then hung the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; on the wall so they could paint them. They had so much fun! One of the funniest things to me is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; is fully clothed with a smock on and my daughter is naked. I don't know how that came about but it is pretty funny. Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; is only working with one arm because her other arm is broken she is a trooper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAytJ6zpvDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Je3dF-y5usQ/s1600-h/puppies,+painting+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191714856367668274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAytJ6zpvDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Je3dF-y5usQ/s320/puppies,+painting+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley was being a stinker and kepy trying to paint on Haylie's picture so finally I took a picture and she knew she got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAyr7KzpvBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/__u6Uj1O0LU/s1600-h/puppies,+painting+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191713503452970002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAyr7KzpvBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/__u6Uj1O0LU/s320/puppies,+painting+037.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/6209846641117508552-9175585026964456335?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9175585026964456335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=9175585026964456335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/9175585026964456335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/9175585026964456335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-painters.html' title='Crazy Painters'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAysb6zpvCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LH4j4l9yiPw/s72-c/puppies,+painting+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-32402487620518225</id><published>2008-04-14T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:38:01.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One, Two, Three Strikes Your Out At The Old Ball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday we took a last minute adventure to the RiverCats game. The game started at 1:00pm so it was right in the middle of the girls nap and it was in the low 90's. Needless to say they were a handful. However we had so much fun with God Mommy Dede and God Daddy Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAP3A0fkjyI/AAAAAAAAACw/a6hVhsMu9JU/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189262789124067106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAP3A0fkjyI/AAAAAAAAACw/a6hVhsMu9JU/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sat right behind home plate about 20 rows up and were really only in the sun for about a half hour. It was interesting to try and keep a 2yr old in a seat and Lea on my lap. Good thing we were close enough for them to see the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189260212143689474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAP0q0fkjwI/AAAAAAAAACg/6HkfMlr19_M/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/ a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley was running up and down our row, doing the buckles on the front pack and in general acting like a typical two year old. As you see by her face this is her half leave me alone and half smiling look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189262140584005394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAP2bEfkjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/EyJgF7dlBU0/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea was yelling at me in this picture because she wanted something on the ground and we would not let her have it. I am so mean! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQCQ0fkj5I/AAAAAAAAADo/_LieZxMGOKc/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189275158629879698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQCQ0fkj5I/AAAAAAAAADo/_LieZxMGOKc/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am just going to put some random pictures from the game that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAP9Y0fkj2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/OfNRVlzV2A0/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189269798510694242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAP9Y0fkj2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/OfNRVlzV2A0/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAP88Efkj1I/AAAAAAAAADI/rZdV7u_DKnk/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189269304589455186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAP88Efkj1I/AAAAAAAAADI/rZdV7u_DKnk/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAP8J0fkj0I/AAAAAAAAADA/jXCKwqYMBP4/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189268441301028674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAP8J0fkj0I/AAAAAAAAADA/jXCKwqYMBP4/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQBXEfkj4I/AAAAAAAAADg/04mZPUbd71Q/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189274166492434306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQBXEfkj4I/AAAAAAAAADg/04mZPUbd71Q/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game ended the kids were allowed to run the bases. The only bad thing was that I could not go with Kiley. So as I was standing in line I met a woman who had four older daughters and one said they would be happy to take her around the bases. Kiley went around with her new friend Kayla; she was such a nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQAU0fkj3I/AAAAAAAAADY/oruhTzxeV5o/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189273028326100850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQAU0fkj3I/AAAAAAAAADY/oruhTzxeV5o/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQD7Efkj6I/AAAAAAAAADw/i1HZAHkafnk/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189276983990980514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQD7Efkj6I/AAAAAAAAADw/i1HZAHkafnk/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQEbkfkj7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/QR878lTpLrw/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189277542336729010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQEbkfkj7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/QR878lTpLrw/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQF0kfkj9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/MZbhmlEdPyU/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189279071345086418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQF0kfkj9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/MZbhmlEdPyU/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is pictures of the girls at the end of the day at home in their beds, they were so tired they fell asleep on the way home. It is always fun going to a baseball game. It was a long day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQFI0fkj8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QiOqNg335lM/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189278319725809602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQFI0fkj8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QiOqNg335lM/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQGQ0fkj-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6VAHfBt_0ew/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189279556676390882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAQGQ0fkj-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6VAHfBt_0ew/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-32402487620518225?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/32402487620518225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=32402487620518225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/32402487620518225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/32402487620518225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-two-three-strikes-your-out-at-old.html' title='One, Two, Three Strikes Your Out At The Old Ball Game'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAP3A0fkjyI/AAAAAAAAACw/a6hVhsMu9JU/s72-c/puppies,+park,+bbgame+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-1842430072356976681</id><published>2008-04-14T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:00:57.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kiley go to the park"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAOCPEfkjqI/AAAAAAAAABw/2ChJXuVORXo/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189134391076753058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAOCPEfkjqI/AAAAAAAAABw/2ChJXuVORXo/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday Kiley kept asking us to take her to the park. We promised that we would but it just was not fitting into our schedule. So, finally around 5:30pm we were on our way home from a party it was time to eat dinner, Lea was crying because she was hungry and tired, we were in nice clothes and we pulled into our drive way. Kiley started crying because she did not want to go home until we went to the park. So, we went and here are a few of the pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAOFKUfkjrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1OACVbtryW4/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189137608007257778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAOFKUfkjrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1OACVbtryW4/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you tell that she is tired? She fell asleep before we got home. The park is less than a mile from our house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAOJhEfkjsI/AAAAAAAAACA/MR51LB-DRsY/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189142396895792834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAOJhEfkjsI/AAAAAAAAACA/MR51LB-DRsY/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea was tired too but she was trying to keep up with her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAOKp0fkjtI/AAAAAAAAACI/-d0C_700Kno/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189143646731275986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAOKp0fkjtI/AAAAAAAAACI/-d0C_700Kno/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls love to play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAOMkUfkjuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uSjZLG8a1x8/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189145751265251042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAOMkUfkjuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uSjZLG8a1x8/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAONeUfkjvI/AAAAAAAAACY/gpbSmOfAerk/s1600-h/puppies,+park,+bbgame+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189146747697663730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAONeUfkjvI/AAAAAAAAACY/gpbSmOfAerk/s320/puppies,+park,+bbgame+075.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/6209846641117508552-1842430072356976681?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1842430072356976681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=1842430072356976681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/1842430072356976681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/1842430072356976681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/kiley-go-to-park.html' title='&quot;Kiley go to the park&quot;'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/SAOCPEfkjqI/AAAAAAAAABw/2ChJXuVORXo/s72-c/puppies,+park,+bbgame+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-5398373642029015551</id><published>2008-04-11T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:44:29.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/R__pnF9_MxI/AAAAAAAAABg/zNmYo42EjSI/s1600-h/04+01+08+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188122153580442386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/R__pnF9_MxI/AAAAAAAAABg/zNmYo42EjSI/s200/04+01+08+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/R__pHV9_MwI/AAAAAAAAABY/DHGRYy7AsG4/s1600-h/04+01+08+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188121608119595778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/R__pHV9_MwI/AAAAAAAAABY/DHGRYy7AsG4/s200/04+01+08+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/R__oT19_MvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rHORw8kAQRU/s1600-h/04+01+08+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188120723356332786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/R__oT19_MvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rHORw8kAQRU/s200/04+01+08+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a break from the girls and Brian was on daddy duty. So Daddy gave the girls their bath and boy did they have so much fun playing after they were clean and smelling fresh. Here are just a few pictures of them playing and being silly. &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/6209846641117508552-5398373642029015551?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5398373642029015551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=5398373642029015551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5398373642029015551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/5398373642029015551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-with-daddy.html' title='Fun with Daddy!'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/R__pnF9_MxI/AAAAAAAAABg/zNmYo42EjSI/s72-c/04+01+08+171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209846641117508552.post-413173254527423840</id><published>2008-04-11T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:33:07.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New addition to the Stanton Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/R__j6V9_MsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CiKIWivE6GU/s1600-h/04+01+08+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188115887223157442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/R__j6V9_MsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CiKIWivE6GU/s200/04+01+08+119.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have nine new addition to our family (at least for 7 weeks). There are 3 chocolate and 6 black puppies. The girls love to hold them and play with them. Their eyes and ears are not open yet so they don't do much except cry for food and sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188116690382041810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/R__kpF9_MtI/AAAAAAAAABA/pEX5qvGDH4Q/s200/04+01+08+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley loves to hold and kiss them. When she wakes up in the morning right away she say, "Kiley want to see the puppies." So that is usually what we do. We tell them good morning and then go eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/R__mKF9_MuI/AAAAAAAAABI/hJ_KYqVMw0g/s1600-h/04+01+08+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188118356829352674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/R__mKF9_MuI/AAAAAAAAABI/hJ_KYqVMw0g/s200/04+01+08+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lea is still not to sure about them. In this picture one tried to give her a kiss and she was not very happy about it. As long as the puppies stay at a distance she is very happy. However, as soon as one gets close to her face she cries. She is getting better and now tries to kiss them.  We will just have to wait and see until the puppies start walking and growling maybe then she will like them a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209846641117508552-413173254527423840?l=stantonclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/feeds/413173254527423840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209846641117508552&amp;postID=413173254527423840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/413173254527423840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209846641117508552/posts/default/413173254527423840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stantonclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-addition-to-stanton-family.html' title='New addition to the Stanton Family'/><author><name>Stantonclan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755556620494280516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcTe7bu5Vk/Tm5OgrOMAWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kTw_aKeWUrk/s220/kids2.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PgE-j2B6MO0/R__j6V9_MsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CiKIWivE6GU/s72-c/04+01+08+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
