<?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-4046492891146558326</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:31:02.867-07:00</updated><category term='running'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='concerts'/><title type='text'>me + my boys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>344</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-3259278140317791728</id><published>2012-01-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T19:07:34.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boy factoids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lCp-wyUNvdo/TyIE_bskp7I/AAAAAAAAG0E/oYU_FFcJ1WM/s1600/photo%2825%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lCp-wyUNvdo/TyIE_bskp7I/AAAAAAAAG0E/oYU_FFcJ1WM/s640/photo%2825%29.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He turns 4 in March!! He reminds me every day that he is now three and will be four soon and then when he turns five he will go to kindergarten and break my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is obsessed with Octonauts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He would play Angry Birds and Cut the Rope all day if I would let him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His favorite color is red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He still comes in our room a couple of times a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He hates pooping and eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is now a Sunbeam and goes to big kid primary with his bestie Brynner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He loves Family Home Evening. I think it is mostly for the treats. But he asks to do it a few times a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-daQTQ9ktPZM/TyIE-gmjoFI/AAAAAAAAGz8/erXfRqfqCaw/s1600/photo%252826%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-daQTQ9ktPZM/TyIE-gmjoFI/AAAAAAAAGz8/erXfRqfqCaw/s640/photo%252826%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COLE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is a little ball of sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves to eat anything and everything all the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He LOVES blocks and books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is the BEST sleeper ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He obviously loves slippers. He races around in them saying, "VRRMM"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mickey Mouse is his very favorite show, but Ben rarely lets him watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He just switched to his big kid car seat and is so much happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He carries his stuffed penguin everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves the bath tub.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is learning "please" and "thank you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He can sing the Angry Birds theme song thanks to Ben.&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/4046492891146558326-3259278140317791728?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/3259278140317791728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/boy-factoids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/3259278140317791728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/3259278140317791728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/boy-factoids.html' title='boy factoids'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lCp-wyUNvdo/TyIE_bskp7I/AAAAAAAAG0E/oYU_FFcJ1WM/s72-c/photo%2825%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-8209604391495221294</id><published>2012-01-23T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:07:29.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AwFKr9aLjdY/TyGh-xn3KiI/AAAAAAAAGyY/w--oohpLpt0/s1600/_DSC2311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AwFKr9aLjdY/TyGh-xn3KiI/AAAAAAAAGyY/w--oohpLpt0/s640/_DSC2311.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was Cole's first time painting! I think he really liked it. Of course he tried to eat it and that didn't turn out so great, but he loved dipping his brush in the water and in the paints. I don't think much paint made it onto the paper, but the table and the wall looked lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVST6f52_Qw/TyGkQ7pv74I/AAAAAAAAGzs/OhPEam2Og9U/s1600/_DSC2314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVST6f52_Qw/TyGkQ7pv74I/AAAAAAAAGzs/OhPEam2Og9U/s640/_DSC2314.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WNefj51yv6M/TyGiCU_n2CI/AAAAAAAAGzQ/94nVZV5yO8k/s1600/_DSC2339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WNefj51yv6M/TyGiCU_n2CI/AAAAAAAAGzQ/94nVZV5yO8k/s640/_DSC2339.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Naozk4I3JA/TyGh_zXKULI/AAAAAAAAGyo/QCW2XMuBWQE/s1600/_DSC2316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Naozk4I3JA/TyGh_zXKULI/AAAAAAAAGyo/QCW2XMuBWQE/s640/_DSC2316.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben isn't big on drawing, but he does like stamps and stickers a lot. Some of our ink had dried out and that was a source of major frustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FJps4D7blI/TyGiiClczXI/AAAAAAAAGzk/y2hdbJ7kFKM/s1600/Screen+Shot+2012-01-26+at+11.58.53+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FJps4D7blI/TyGiiClczXI/AAAAAAAAGzk/y2hdbJ7kFKM/s640/Screen+Shot+2012-01-26+at+11.58.53+AM.png" width="640" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Cole got distracted from his painting by Ben's ink pads. He loves to open and close things. Ben's despair worked for Cole because he got to play with the dried out ink and didn't even know he was missing out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqNXDutj55E/TyGiB7ljEvI/AAAAAAAAGzI/CGNqAUEfrXM/s1600/_DSC2334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqNXDutj55E/TyGiB7ljEvI/AAAAAAAAGzI/CGNqAUEfrXM/s640/_DSC2334.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What happened to Ben's pants? Oh he spilled the cup of water for the paints all over his lap of course. And then refused new pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oEkP_l9R8YY/TyGiBSzwAAI/AAAAAAAAGzA/7XSZuB6SfnY/s1600/_DSC2330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oEkP_l9R8YY/TyGiBSzwAAI/AAAAAAAAGzA/7XSZuB6SfnY/s640/_DSC2330.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at those lashes!!! It is really not fair that a boy gets these!&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/4046492891146558326-8209604391495221294?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/8209604391495221294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-artists.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8209604391495221294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8209604391495221294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-artists.html' title='Little Artists'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AwFKr9aLjdY/TyGh-xn3KiI/AAAAAAAAGyY/w--oohpLpt0/s72-c/_DSC2311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-726556453591139646</id><published>2012-01-16T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:17:14.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WeAsq6apa4/TyGlPBGb9GI/AAAAAAAAGz0/jZHkMyXN-mE/s1600/_DSC1401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WeAsq6apa4/TyGlPBGb9GI/AAAAAAAAGz0/jZHkMyXN-mE/s640/_DSC1401.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The theme in church on Sunday was reading the scriptures. In her talk, Sister Campbell talked about how her three year old came home from school and had the Pledge of Allegiance memorized. She thought to herself, "If she can memorize the Pledge of Allegiance certainly she can memorize the Articles of Faith." What an awesome thing to have locked in your brain from the time you are three years old. You will always know exactly what you believe and what you stand for as a member of this Church. So I decided to start working on them with Ben. After Church I explained what the Articles of Faith are and why they are important and how we were going to learn them. We recited the First Article of Faith a few times and then his eyes lit up and he said,"Mom! I know what I believe!" I thought to myself, "Here it is!! A parenting pay off moment! I taught him something! Something important and good! Yay for me!" And then he said, "I believe in monster trucks. Big monster trucks." Oh. Not what I was expecting at all. But progress perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This picture was taken while Ben was playing Super Man with his Daddy." &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/4046492891146558326-726556453591139646?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/726556453591139646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-believe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/726556453591139646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/726556453591139646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-believe.html' title='I believe . . .'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WeAsq6apa4/TyGlPBGb9GI/AAAAAAAAGz0/jZHkMyXN-mE/s72-c/_DSC1401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-8171458977062072136</id><published>2012-01-12T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:55:08.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tent Popcorn Party!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3QyB-yTQTM/TyGTEddLg0I/AAAAAAAAGu8/hjDWIk2-OWs/s1600/_DSC2214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3QyB-yTQTM/TyGTEddLg0I/AAAAAAAAGu8/hjDWIk2-OWs/s640/_DSC2214.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh my boys. They are wild and fun! Taking down the Christmas tree left a huge void in our front room. ( We haven't moved the chair back that usually lives there.) So the boys thought that it would be a perfect place to pitch their tent. But if you are going to put up a tent. You need pillows and blankets. And if it is going to be a party there must be popcorn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5paTrrAOl6k/TyGTC-MVxTI/AAAAAAAAGuk/hIspJ1f8Lz0/s1600/_DSC2207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5paTrrAOl6k/TyGTC-MVxTI/AAAAAAAAGuk/hIspJ1f8Lz0/s640/_DSC2207.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-luXKE2BkWLA/TyGeLjxvwAI/AAAAAAAAGyQ/XRvXufjRxqU/s1600/Screen+Shot+2012-01-26+at+11.40.04+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-luXKE2BkWLA/TyGeLjxvwAI/AAAAAAAAGyQ/XRvXufjRxqU/s640/Screen+Shot+2012-01-26+at+11.40.04+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So we had a tent popcorn party. The boys pretended to sleep and made a giant mess with the popcorn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pk_G-h6qHb4/TyGTJolkRjI/AAAAAAAAGwI/-0Ny26M_lnQ/s1600/_DSC2245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pk_G-h6qHb4/TyGTJolkRjI/AAAAAAAAGwI/-0Ny26M_lnQ/s640/_DSC2245.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9EDb2mafoA/TyGTAJuSTtI/AAAAAAAAGuc/7nl8q8chhHA/s1600/_DSC2204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9EDb2mafoA/TyGTAJuSTtI/AAAAAAAAGuc/7nl8q8chhHA/s640/_DSC2204.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9Fx7n3pqtw/TyGeJ3ITYAI/AAAAAAAAGyA/LpzYyn1Mejk/s1600/Screen+Shot+2012-01-26+at+11.36.19+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9Fx7n3pqtw/TyGeJ3ITYAI/AAAAAAAAGyA/LpzYyn1Mejk/s640/Screen+Shot+2012-01-26+at+11.36.19+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But they did have a lot of fun together wrestling and loving each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iy6uy-U-mss/TyGTJGd46NI/AAAAAAAAGwA/8wu6Qx-H0j4/s1600/_DSC2244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iy6uy-U-mss/TyGTJGd46NI/AAAAAAAAGwA/8wu6Qx-H0j4/s640/_DSC2244.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben was soooo tired . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cgdGEQ39nGw/TyGTIM9syEI/AAAAAAAAGvw/f5IU6LtaQaQ/s1600/_DSC2233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cgdGEQ39nGw/TyGTIM9syEI/AAAAAAAAGvw/f5IU6LtaQaQ/s640/_DSC2233.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-112L1kUfA/TyGeKw67zpI/AAAAAAAAGyI/d06q7-KYuGU/s1600/Screen+Shot+2012-01-26+at+11.38.11+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-112L1kUfA/TyGeKw67zpI/AAAAAAAAGyI/d06q7-KYuGU/s640/Screen+Shot+2012-01-26+at+11.38.11+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is a little bit scary how good Ben is at iPhone games. His current favorite is Cut the Rope. But Angry Birds still gets plenty of play time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X7P7kXGialM/TyGS9TlezFI/AAAAAAAAGuE/ntV-GhjdCfw/s1600/_DSC2202-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X7P7kXGialM/TyGS9TlezFI/AAAAAAAAGuE/ntV-GhjdCfw/s640/_DSC2202-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5paTrrAOl6k/TyGTC-MVxTI/AAAAAAAAGuk/hIspJ1f8Lz0/s1600/_DSC2207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5paTrrAOl6k/TyGTC-MVxTI/AAAAAAAAGuk/hIspJ1f8Lz0/s640/_DSC2207.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qW6v4zYrByg/TyGTDenhc9I/AAAAAAAAGus/KtYbzaivjCw/s1600/_DSC2210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qW6v4zYrByg/TyGTDenhc9I/AAAAAAAAGus/KtYbzaivjCw/s640/_DSC2210.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When Cole went down for his nap, Ben and I searched for pirate things in his pirate book, in the tent of course. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnlOxqFV3Jg/TyGTOANQF1I/AAAAAAAAGxU/_LG5doz7wLg/s1600/_DSC2268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnlOxqFV3Jg/TyGTOANQF1I/AAAAAAAAGxU/_LG5doz7wLg/s640/_DSC2268.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCfLIp8r24g/TyGTNScNnNI/AAAAAAAAGxI/X4XBRMbRuz8/s1600/_DSC2265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCfLIp8r24g/TyGTNScNnNI/AAAAAAAAGxI/X4XBRMbRuz8/s640/_DSC2265.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YyQGqKswR_w/TyGTMd0j_uI/AAAAAAAAGw4/hFLj2Xduhow/s1600/_DSC2262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YyQGqKswR_w/TyGTMd0j_uI/AAAAAAAAGw4/hFLj2Xduhow/s640/_DSC2262.jpg" width="424" /&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/4046492891146558326-8171458977062072136?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/8171458977062072136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/tent-popcorn-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8171458977062072136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8171458977062072136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/tent-popcorn-party.html' title='Tent Popcorn Party!!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3QyB-yTQTM/TyGTEddLg0I/AAAAAAAAGu8/hjDWIk2-OWs/s72-c/_DSC2214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-969581714598284276</id><published>2012-01-07T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:49:25.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bHrH3E5rk0U/TyGBmgYDgBI/AAAAAAAAGrc/LcdL2M5aQJY/s1600/photo%252824%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bHrH3E5rk0U/TyGBmgYDgBI/AAAAAAAAGrc/LcdL2M5aQJY/s640/photo%252824%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can you not love LA? Especially in the morning, when the fog is lingering, and it is slightly chilly, but you are standing on the roof of a parking garage about to enter the bowels of the fabric district!!!!! Heaven! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWO9aEPCqCY/TyDI1-TdQrI/AAAAAAAAGnM/8a60VBKEca0/s1600/_DSC2078.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWO9aEPCqCY/TyDI1-TdQrI/AAAAAAAAGnM/8a60VBKEca0/s640/_DSC2078.jpg" width="473" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSriop_SyFc/TyDI24U2yZI/AAAAAAAAGnc/nO7EBHWvof4/s1600/_DSC2087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSriop_SyFc/TyDI24U2yZI/AAAAAAAAGnc/nO7EBHWvof4/s640/_DSC2087.jpg" width="474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6VUNdvAa3g/TyDI3UfXHCI/AAAAAAAAGnk/LYAQZnwcf48/s1600/_DSC2088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6VUNdvAa3g/TyDI3UfXHCI/AAAAAAAAGnk/LYAQZnwcf48/s640/_DSC2088.jpg" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NtMaIPUHM_Y/TyDI2fFzrnI/AAAAAAAAGnU/XENl7294PL4/s1600/_DSC2082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NtMaIPUHM_Y/TyDI2fFzrnI/AAAAAAAAGnU/XENl7294PL4/s640/_DSC2082.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course this wouldn't have been a proper adventure at all without my bestie Megsie!!! I am sure people thought we were freaks standing of the top of the parking garage taking pictures of almost the same thing and switching back and forth between our "big guns" and our iPhones taking pictures. We are definitely nerds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LN-VaC7gdXI/TyGBngqK-yI/AAAAAAAAGrk/a39_S2KGaqY/s1600/photo%252823%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LN-VaC7gdXI/TyGBngqK-yI/AAAAAAAAGrk/a39_S2KGaqY/s640/photo%252823%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The sheer amount of fabric is totally overwhelming. I felt like I could drown in it and nobody would ever find me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wfq4f4hYzmE/TyGBok816PI/AAAAAAAAGrs/udCyGaEf5nE/s1600/photo%252822%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wfq4f4hYzmE/TyGBok816PI/AAAAAAAAGrs/udCyGaEf5nE/s640/photo%252822%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oY3bTjEumN8/TyGBpRrm6OI/AAAAAAAAGr0/Vh7R6viNibE/s1600/photo%252821%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oY3bTjEumN8/TyGBpRrm6OI/AAAAAAAAGr0/Vh7R6viNibE/s640/photo%252821%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh Michael Levine's!! What a nice break. Everything is organized properly and I could actually find stuff! There was still a TON of stuff there too! I found fabric for quilts for my boys! So happy! Sadly no curtain fabric. Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UyVeSSxnYE/TyGBqhWIVpI/AAAAAAAAGr8/t7XSDKTrdNA/s1600/photo%252820%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UyVeSSxnYE/TyGBqhWIVpI/AAAAAAAAGr8/t7XSDKTrdNA/s640/photo%252820%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We planned to eat at this charming French Garden restaurant, but they didn't open until 2 pm!! After diving in and out of fabric stores for hours we were starving!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Puvgrh6V2uQ/TyGBrp2TYuI/AAAAAAAAGsE/avNz4ayELMs/s1600/photo%252819%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Puvgrh6V2uQ/TyGBrp2TYuI/AAAAAAAAGsE/avNz4ayELMs/s640/photo%252819%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJj0eiV_dok/TyDI-lZKsnI/AAAAAAAAGpU/WSIadHN4npY/s1600/_DSC2133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJj0eiV_dok/TyDI-lZKsnI/AAAAAAAAGpU/WSIadHN4npY/s640/_DSC2133.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So we opted for one of my favorite touristy stops: Olvera Street! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pY4QsTDLKtk/TyGBuyy1J6I/AAAAAAAAGsc/fOgVPCYv2QM/s1600/photo%252816%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pY4QsTDLKtk/TyGBuyy1J6I/AAAAAAAAGsc/fOgVPCYv2QM/s640/photo%252816%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love everything about Olvera Street: the buildings, the dancers, the people, the food, the vendors. It is like a mini trip to Mexico!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7xqLggP6yI/TyDI30_gy7I/AAAAAAAAGns/ii5dsAw7U0g/s1600/_DSC2100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7xqLggP6yI/TyDI30_gy7I/AAAAAAAAGns/ii5dsAw7U0g/s640/_DSC2100.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WsLUIc2bhbY/TyGBvlyeP9I/AAAAAAAAGsk/SYNyfft6ju4/s1600/photo%252815%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WsLUIc2bhbY/TyGBvlyeP9I/AAAAAAAAGsk/SYNyfft6ju4/s640/photo%252815%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JG7Sf6xvnrY/TyDI7dwKW9I/AAAAAAAAGos/fIe-1cV_kTw/s1600/_DSC2117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JG7Sf6xvnrY/TyDI7dwKW9I/AAAAAAAAGos/fIe-1cV_kTw/s640/_DSC2117.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJCumGWIt18/TyGBwqgW6xI/AAAAAAAAGss/kRDfQQqD0o4/s1600/photo%252814%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJCumGWIt18/TyGBwqgW6xI/AAAAAAAAGss/kRDfQQqD0o4/s640/photo%252814%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah, we got in trouble for this picture. Apparently, you can't take pictures in it unless you buy it. Oops! Oh well we got a picture of my sister in the Nacho Libre mask anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nevwWPwWoYo/TyDI8lWKGmI/AAAAAAAAGo8/9V14vNx89q8/s1600/_DSC2123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nevwWPwWoYo/TyDI8lWKGmI/AAAAAAAAGo8/9V14vNx89q8/s640/_DSC2123.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Stym7i0JxbI/TyGBxQADr7I/AAAAAAAAGs0/qlVEBp4N_Eg/s1600/photo%252813%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Stym7i0JxbI/TyGBxQADr7I/AAAAAAAAGs0/qlVEBp4N_Eg/s640/photo%252813%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNnk0yK9-4Y/TyDI42ER4WI/AAAAAAAAGn8/kC6SVDnzTcE/s640/_DSC2104.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vr4NTTTT2fA/TyGByQInHjI/AAAAAAAAGs8/5SoaAvlcLC0/s1600/photo%252812%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vr4NTTTT2fA/TyGByQInHjI/AAAAAAAAGs8/5SoaAvlcLC0/s640/photo%252812%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WqNKwQ6iHHk/TyDI5HEhPTI/AAAAAAAAGoE/ML66HRJcrrI/s1600/_DSC2105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WqNKwQ6iHHk/TyDI5HEhPTI/AAAAAAAAGoE/ML66HRJcrrI/s640/_DSC2105.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AdDA4_tyo5I/TyDI5ud4TuI/AAAAAAAAGoM/cAyVUKb-SJM/s1600/_DSC2107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AdDA4_tyo5I/TyDI5ud4TuI/AAAAAAAAGoM/cAyVUKb-SJM/s640/_DSC2107.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ylObjGF5jI/TyGByzBA_6I/AAAAAAAAGtE/Hx5eYTRB7bI/s1600/photo%252811%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ylObjGF5jI/TyGByzBA_6I/AAAAAAAAGtE/Hx5eYTRB7bI/s640/photo%252811%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aren't we so cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVCL7ouM0Xc/TyDI6ItEWSI/AAAAAAAAGoU/5Z-cXj9Rn_s/s1600/_DSC2111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVCL7ouM0Xc/TyDI6ItEWSI/AAAAAAAAGoU/5Z-cXj9Rn_s/s640/_DSC2111.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom and sister came and met us for our fabric district / Olvera Street adventure.&amp;nbsp; They just laughed at how nerdy we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60zK22U6Aqg/TyDI6eedaFI/AAAAAAAAGoc/XVrOELywibk/s1600/_DSC2114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60zK22U6Aqg/TyDI6eedaFI/AAAAAAAAGoc/XVrOELywibk/s640/_DSC2114.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_khbDZQMu5M/TyDI66oe7WI/AAAAAAAAGok/sll1LLDehjo/s1600/_DSC2115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_khbDZQMu5M/TyDI66oe7WI/AAAAAAAAGok/sll1LLDehjo/s640/_DSC2115.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgsD63cBHmU/TyDI89jbqsI/AAAAAAAAGpE/_XdMbnEMTRM/s1600/_DSC2126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgsD63cBHmU/TyDI89jbqsI/AAAAAAAAGpE/_XdMbnEMTRM/s640/_DSC2126.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1clDc9_e2U/TyDI_GrD2SI/AAAAAAAAGpc/vHnjec-WTbc/s1600/_DSC2136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1clDc9_e2U/TyDI_GrD2SI/AAAAAAAAGpc/vHnjec-WTbc/s640/_DSC2136.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just across the street from Olvera Street is one of my very favorite places in the whole wide world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXB6Kzc9KE/TyDI_ixvNsI/AAAAAAAAGpk/o4vWHGp8gVg/s1600/_DSC2137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXB6Kzc9KE/TyDI_ixvNsI/AAAAAAAAGpk/o4vWHGp8gVg/s640/_DSC2137.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Union Station!! It feels like you step back in time when you go here. Back to a time when travel was luxurious and you didn't feel like cattle. Traveling was an experience. Some day I want to go there and just photograph for a whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-it8I4FeiRgo/TyGBsYPOngI/AAAAAAAAGsM/94veXQQ12DM/s1600/photo%252818%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-it8I4FeiRgo/TyGBsYPOngI/AAAAAAAAGsM/94veXQQ12DM/s640/photo%252818%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOvpl4J7_dI/TyDI_5ARzlI/AAAAAAAAGps/nocYc5JMG3s/s1600/_DSC2143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOvpl4J7_dI/TyDI_5ARzlI/AAAAAAAAGps/nocYc5JMG3s/s640/_DSC2143.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8aAcPMOOPrk/TyGBtj8me3I/AAAAAAAAGsU/6uUxELPdZcs/s1600/photo%252817%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8aAcPMOOPrk/TyGBtj8me3I/AAAAAAAAGsU/6uUxELPdZcs/s640/photo%252817%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qduFkoeAkvM/TyDJBa_Ym9I/AAAAAAAAGqE/JMNEqvJUyXk/s1600/_DSC2157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qduFkoeAkvM/TyDJBa_Ym9I/AAAAAAAAGqE/JMNEqvJUyXk/s640/_DSC2157.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqBEX9UQjsg/TyDJCemE14I/AAAAAAAAGqU/SXNOOwsSVJ8/s1600/_DSC2174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqBEX9UQjsg/TyDJCemE14I/AAAAAAAAGqU/SXNOOwsSVJ8/s640/_DSC2174.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecIf1_-ssu0/TyDJDfr4QwI/AAAAAAAAGqk/ixd_z8I1HVU/s1600/_DSC2186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecIf1_-ssu0/TyDJDfr4QwI/AAAAAAAAGqk/ixd_z8I1HVU/s640/_DSC2186.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xVO0jnFwFk/TyDJD4BRkJI/AAAAAAAAGqs/skIc8RLd0UY/s1600/_DSC2192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xVO0jnFwFk/TyDJD4BRkJI/AAAAAAAAGqs/skIc8RLd0UY/s640/_DSC2192.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tipA7W8B100/TyDJAyNi9nI/AAAAAAAAGp8/mvPjwdNhX-E/s1600/_DSC2155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tipA7W8B100/TyDJAyNi9nI/AAAAAAAAGp8/mvPjwdNhX-E/s640/_DSC2155.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiersten and my mom were wiped out. They haven't been on a Megan and Britta adventure before. After this we stopped by Beard Papa's in Little Tokyo for creme puffs. Yum - o!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7AskMqULSI/TyGBzq9BxpI/AAAAAAAAGtM/gNRaxJLb-JM/s1600/photo%252810%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7AskMqULSI/TyGBzq9BxpI/AAAAAAAAGtM/gNRaxJLb-JM/s640/photo%252810%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The main event of this adventure to LA was the Rose Bowl Flea Market! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjm2lWuiyuk/TyGB0u1JNJI/AAAAAAAAGtU/OIyKxcPQ9aQ/s1600/photo%25289%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjm2lWuiyuk/TyGB0u1JNJI/AAAAAAAAGtU/OIyKxcPQ9aQ/s640/photo%25289%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zpoQlKCjRqw/TyGB1Z-zn5I/AAAAAAAAGtc/PK0YjgVtAIE/s1600/photo%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zpoQlKCjRqw/TyGB1Z-zn5I/AAAAAAAAGtc/PK0YjgVtAIE/s640/photo%25288%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We were so not prepared for the amount of stuff that was there. I think we walked around in a daze for the first two hours. Then we got our feet under us and started making a game plan for working our way through the maze of tents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LKKBzEY5NJo/TyGB2cYqAFI/AAAAAAAAGtk/XUIZBg3skgM/s1600/photo%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LKKBzEY5NJo/TyGB2cYqAFI/AAAAAAAAGtk/XUIZBg3skgM/s640/photo%25287%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really really wanted to take home all the succulents and orchids, but decided against it because traveling wouldn't be so nice to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8DAQceh2OA/TyGB25bFrOI/AAAAAAAAGts/Vup62eRLGg4/s1600/photo%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8DAQceh2OA/TyGB25bFrOI/AAAAAAAAGts/Vup62eRLGg4/s640/photo%25286%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The highlight of the day was that we got to meet Emily Henderson in person!! Her awesome assistant Orlando took the picture for us! She is a designer on HGTV and the main reason we made this trip is because she always talks about how awesome it is! She was right! Megan and I were totally starstruck! But she was so nice and talkative. I loved chatting with her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other trip adventures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My poor little lips have been struggling this winter so I have become a chap stick addict. The sad part is that they were not getting any better, in fact they felt almost worse. I wake up the morning I am leaving for LA and my lips are killing me! I look in the mirror and almost pass out! I look like a botox job gone incredibly wrong. I mean my lips look like Hitch and they HURT. So against Scott's counsel (He thought that,"It didn't look that bad and it would get better on its own"), I dropped my boys off at my neighbors house and rushed to instacare. Sure enough I was having a MAJOR allergic reaction to something most likely in my chap stick. They put me on steroids and two types of anti-histamines. Fortunately they worked quickly so I didn't look so scary when I boarded the plane. I flew into Vegas and Megan picked me up and we headed to LA! We ate at the most delicious Vietnamese restaurant ever that night. It was called 9021-Pho. So so so good. I am still dreaming about it. The next day we hit the fabric district, Olvera Street, Union Station, and Little Tokyo. That night we had tamales with Megan's parents and the missionaries. It was entertaining. One of the elders was convinced he was "fat" while his companion was skinny as a rail and claimed to have already gained 40 pounds in the few months he had been out. Claudia, Megan's mom, did a quilting show for me after dinner and gave me lots and lots of awesome tips and tricks. The next day was the Rose Bowl!! It was so awesome. We were definitely newbies and had NO idea what we were doing but now we know what to do for next year! After the Rose Bowl we drove to Loma Linda to have dinner with my mom and sister. Then we drove back to Vegas! The whole way back to Vegas Megan and I kept talking about how much fun we had and how much stuff we did. We loved every second of it, but we both admitted that we definitely could not get up and do another adventure like that the next day. The next day we went to an awesome quilt store, and shopped a bit before I needed to get to the airport. I love being a mom, but I love getting a weekend to myself to feel like I am a person too. This needs to be a yearly tradition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Road Trip Quotes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I love boobs!!" - Britta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Well not really naked. As naked as a Mormon gets." - Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"He looks like a toad with hair." - Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You are not Lehi. We don't all follow your dreams." - Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We're like BAM! Britta and Megan!" - Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Just saying . . ." it was a great trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4046492891146558326-969581714598284276?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/969581714598284276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-trip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/969581714598284276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/969581714598284276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-trip.html' title='LA Trip'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bHrH3E5rk0U/TyGBmgYDgBI/AAAAAAAAGrc/LcdL2M5aQJY/s72-c/photo%252824%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-4539835639043972113</id><published>2012-01-03T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:11:07.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Benjamin . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Grandpa Wayne refers to Ben as a budding little attorney. I am pretty sure he is onto something. Ben has an argument for everything and they usually go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ben it is time for bed."&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "I know. I know. I know Mom, but I am just a little and I am curious about lots of things, like shows."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ben it is dark and late. Time for bed. No more shows."&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Here's the deal Mom. One more show and then I go to bed."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No Ben. Time for bed."&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Mom! I have a great idea!!! How about I sleep for couple minutes and then I wake up and watch a show?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ben, time for bed. You can watch a show in the morning when the sun comes up, but right now it is time for bed."&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "I know. I know. I know Mom, but I am not tired. See? I have lots of NG (energy)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy. What a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-4539835639043972113?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/4539835639043972113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-benjamin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4539835639043972113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4539835639043972113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-benjamin.html' title='Oh Benjamin . . .'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-8705281512195956084</id><published>2012-01-02T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:21:33.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year . . . sort of . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-if9Hlhmy7Bo/TwIRtPfsypI/AAAAAAAAGkA/C_gRmxMLrE8/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-if9Hlhmy7Bo/TwIRtPfsypI/AAAAAAAAGkA/C_gRmxMLrE8/s400/photo%25285%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to do something fun for New Year's Eve. I thought it would be fun to start a tradition with our little family that we could do together before the boys went to sleep. (There is no way they are staying up until midnight. Everyone will be miserable.) I decided that it would be so fun to do a breakfast dinner! I was so excited to find a package of bacon in the freezer because Scott LOVES bacon so it would make the meal perfect!! I made homemade waffles, yummy cheesy eggs and . . . bacon. Everything was going perfectly. Scott even got home a little early. I checked the timer on the bacon and turned around to pull a waffle out of the waffle iron. When I turned back around to the bacon in microwave, the paper towel covering was on FIRE!!!! So I did what every level headed mother does. PANIC!!!! I started screaming, "FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!!" Then in my head I thought, "Water. Water puts out fires." I yanked the burning pan out of the microwave, threw it in the sink and turned on the water. A teeny tine thought crossed my mind, "Never put hot glass in water . . ." KA-BOOM!! The glass dish exploded into a million ity bitty tiny pieces all over the kitchen! Awesome. So after I aired out the house and doused the rest of the flames. We sat down and ate our waffles and eggs. No bacon. After we ate and I had recovered a bit I cleaned up all the glass and dishes. I just finished wiping everything down and then ran the disposal to clear everything out and the most horrifying sound came out!! I shut if off and realized, "There is glass in there. Awesome." I fished around in the sludge trying to find the stray pieces of glass. I tried the disposal again. Again, horrible sound. So I dug around some more. Scott came up to my rescue. He kept digging while I put Cole to bed. Right as I came back down the stairs he flipped the switch to try it again and . . . nothing. Great. I killed the disposal and the bacon and a baking dish. But the night didn't end there!! So I then put Ben to bed and miracle of miracles he was asleep by 9:15 pm. I came down ready to party with the hubby to find him fast asleep on the love sac. Sweet.&amp;nbsp; I tried to watch some the Times Square broadcast to cheer me up, but it only frustrated me. Thirty seconds of Ryan Seacrest telling me what was coming up and then 5 minutes of commercials, and then thirty more seconds of babble, then more commercials. All the while Scott is snoring gangbusters in my ear. I shut off the TV and we were in bed by 10:30 pm. Wahoo!! Aren't we party animals? Don't worry. There is more. Of course the fireworks going off at midnight woke up Ben. He came in our bed for a bit, but I grew tired of his feet in my back so I took him back to his bed. Not an hour later he had weaseled his way back into our bed. I realized I had two choices. 1: carry Ben back to his room a million times or 2: sleep in his bed. I slept in his bed. Happy New Year from us!!&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/4046492891146558326-8705281512195956084?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/8705281512195956084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8705281512195956084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8705281512195956084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-sort-of.html' title='Happy New Year . . . sort of . . .'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-if9Hlhmy7Bo/TwIRtPfsypI/AAAAAAAAGkA/C_gRmxMLrE8/s72-c/photo%25285%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-1877879142013907750</id><published>2012-01-01T12:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:01:59.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buzz lightyear and his faithful sidekick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mhoHOwnsnQM/TwCtDsujDeI/AAAAAAAAGj0/crsYafMB5R8/s1600/_DSC2000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mhoHOwnsnQM/TwCtDsujDeI/AAAAAAAAGj0/crsYafMB5R8/s640/_DSC2000.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though being Ben's brother threatens his life daily (Ben gave Cole his first bloody nose yesterday. Awesome). I am pretty sure Cole would still follow him to the ends of the earth. And Ben would most likely let him because he needs someone to boss around. But they do love each other. Because as Ben says, "Dats what fam-a-wees do."&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/4046492891146558326-1877879142013907750?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/1877879142013907750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/buzz-lightyear-and-his-faithful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1877879142013907750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1877879142013907750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/buzz-lightyear-and-his-faithful.html' title='buzz lightyear and his faithful sidekick'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mhoHOwnsnQM/TwCtDsujDeI/AAAAAAAAGj0/crsYafMB5R8/s72-c/_DSC2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-7511604580008992712</id><published>2012-01-01T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:13:17.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my little bookworm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72wjSztI1-E/TwCr4ICc38I/AAAAAAAAGjU/gZa-tqnkM2U/s1600/_DSC1993.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72wjSztI1-E/TwCr4ICc38I/AAAAAAAAGjU/gZa-tqnkM2U/s640/_DSC1993.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole LOVES books. Even when he was itty bitty he preferred books to toys. While Ben runs around racing cars like a hooligan, Cole sits in his rocking chair and reads books. He is getting pretty good at animal sounds. He knows: dog, tiger, bear, lion, chicken, cat, donkey, and cow. My favorite are his cat and donkey sounds. His meow is really slow and soft and sounds like, "Mrrrraaoow." He gets so excited to do the donkey sound. I don't know what is so funny about "hee-haw" but he laughs every time. He loves to read his "Jus-Jus" (Jesus) books at night before bedtime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aElRQTJ-5ls/TwCr40NUrEI/AAAAAAAAGjc/ogX0NE_Q7OA/s1600/Screen+Shot+2012-01-01+at+11.53.56+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aElRQTJ-5ls/TwCr40NUrEI/AAAAAAAAGjc/ogX0NE_Q7OA/s640/Screen+Shot+2012-01-01+at+11.53.56+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-SoSiV5ehU/TwCr3Ws58xI/AAAAAAAAGjE/Ub4ChLs4qwA/s1600/_DSC1989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-SoSiV5ehU/TwCr3Ws58xI/AAAAAAAAGjE/Ub4ChLs4qwA/s640/_DSC1989.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SphdX7ZvTP0/TwCr3m8a72I/AAAAAAAAGjM/ZJU-V90tIvk/s1600/_DSC1991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SphdX7ZvTP0/TwCr3m8a72I/AAAAAAAAGjM/ZJU-V90tIvk/s640/_DSC1991.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TNPlazhA-I/TwCr1MHWhjI/AAAAAAAAGic/1wpeZ5smTVU/s1600/_DSC1969.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TNPlazhA-I/TwCr1MHWhjI/AAAAAAAAGic/1wpeZ5smTVU/s640/_DSC1969.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole is super into blocks. He dumps out the blocks in his room at least ten times a day and then knocks them over and then he laughs and laughs and laughs. Balls and trains are other big favorites right now. &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/4046492891146558326-7511604580008992712?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/7511604580008992712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-little-bookworm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/7511604580008992712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/7511604580008992712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-little-bookworm.html' title='my little bookworm'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72wjSztI1-E/TwCr4ICc38I/AAAAAAAAGjU/gZa-tqnkM2U/s72-c/_DSC1993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-5317844961362475153</id><published>2011-12-25T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:56:42.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agPDPzuoMDM/TyC9OhKxgbI/AAAAAAAAGkg/SJGwH6moprA/s1600/_DSC2021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agPDPzuoMDM/TyC9OhKxgbI/AAAAAAAAGkg/SJGwH6moprA/s640/_DSC2021.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben could barely contain his excitement Christmas morning. He ran into our room and pounced on our bed and begged to go downstairs. Unfortunately, he had to wait rather impatiently for us to wake up Cole and change his bum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJz3gV-xfOo/TyC9PDk4qDI/AAAAAAAAGko/UhPG5h-z9CQ/s1600/_DSC2024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJz3gV-xfOo/TyC9PDk4qDI/AAAAAAAAGko/UhPG5h-z9CQ/s640/_DSC2024.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0VmY6qRMAY/TyC9PtTNi6I/AAAAAAAAGkw/vY5j2LR_QSA/s1600/_DSC2025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0VmY6qRMAY/TyC9PtTNi6I/AAAAAAAAGkw/vY5j2LR_QSA/s640/_DSC2025.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But finally the time came!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75p1VE0w1iA/TyC9M0A-pJI/AAAAAAAAGkI/V9Ef2_7TJv4/s1600/_DSC2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75p1VE0w1iA/TyC9M0A-pJI/AAAAAAAAGkI/V9Ef2_7TJv4/s640/_DSC2010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky for him Santa came!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iDuWxQlL1pA/TyC9QrRingI/AAAAAAAAGlA/wvj9KBS-2Tg/s1600/_DSC2031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iDuWxQlL1pA/TyC9QrRingI/AAAAAAAAGlA/wvj9KBS-2Tg/s640/_DSC2031.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Looks like Santa and the Reindeer enjoyed their midnight snack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LiOj_ep2Vs/TyC9QGbHtFI/AAAAAAAAGk4/dLkWp9QO_FA/s1600/_DSC2026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LiOj_ep2Vs/TyC9QGbHtFI/AAAAAAAAGk4/dLkWp9QO_FA/s640/_DSC2026.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our elf, Eddy, left the boys a special surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gSdKfIwLnzI/TyC9R0VVccI/AAAAAAAAGlQ/_kRNxJzfuiw/s1600/_DSC2036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gSdKfIwLnzI/TyC9R0VVccI/AAAAAAAAGlQ/_kRNxJzfuiw/s640/_DSC2036.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben was trying to be such a great older brother and show Cole how Christmas worked: you rip everything open as fast as you possibly can and then ask for more! Sadly, Cole just wanted to lounge in his new man chair and enjoy each gift before moving onto the next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gA5oFNLPGZs/TyC9STfD8xI/AAAAAAAAGlY/Sj_0h5il49A/s1600/_DSC2038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gA5oFNLPGZs/TyC9STfD8xI/AAAAAAAAGlY/Sj_0h5il49A/s640/_DSC2038.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben is a bit pushy and made sure Cole did it his way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SB5muP5OBkg/TyC9S1vrXNI/AAAAAAAAGlg/KCteohLZS9E/s1600/_DSC2041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SB5muP5OBkg/TyC9S1vrXNI/AAAAAAAAGlg/KCteohLZS9E/s640/_DSC2041.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXMSYd-GKAw/TyC9W7YClSI/AAAAAAAAGl0/qjXCqywFXKI/s1600/_DSC2056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXMSYd-GKAw/TyC9W7YClSI/AAAAAAAAGl0/qjXCqywFXKI/s640/_DSC2056.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lucky for Cole, Ben eventually went back to his gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zZtUPuDXvp8/TyC9XXLEvMI/AAAAAAAAGl8/lmbUNna11-4/s1600/_DSC2058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zZtUPuDXvp8/TyC9XXLEvMI/AAAAAAAAGl8/lmbUNna11-4/s640/_DSC2058.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-3yKun6kfQ/TyC9TX0HdZI/AAAAAAAAGls/OKd8D3sIF54/s1600/_DSC2043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-3yKun6kfQ/TyC9TX0HdZI/AAAAAAAAGls/OKd8D3sIF54/s640/_DSC2043.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Cole got to just sit and enjoy for a bit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qxXwZ2EwHGI/TyC9XysmSlI/AAAAAAAAGmE/JhmXvf-yvto/s1600/_DSC2062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qxXwZ2EwHGI/TyC9XysmSlI/AAAAAAAAGmE/JhmXvf-yvto/s640/_DSC2062.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think Cole's favorite part of the morning was the M&amp;amp;Ms Eddy left for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UWCeun8tN0/TyC9NddfZLI/AAAAAAAAGkQ/QKoA6ekWTt8/s1600/_DSC2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UWCeun8tN0/TyC9NddfZLI/AAAAAAAAGkQ/QKoA6ekWTt8/s640/_DSC2012.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What is that? A VERY special surprise from Santa. It was carefully wrapped and hidden in the entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qz_g628rSDY/TyC9OCWZy-I/AAAAAAAAGkY/jXMEswYbuvs/s1600/_DSC2017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qz_g628rSDY/TyC9OCWZy-I/AAAAAAAAGkY/jXMEswYbuvs/s640/_DSC2017.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGDt6V2cIw8/TyC9YpztPPI/AAAAAAAAGmQ/DtLi8OxneMc/s1600/_DSC2071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGDt6V2cIw8/TyC9YpztPPI/AAAAAAAAGmQ/DtLi8OxneMc/s640/_DSC2071.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TA - DA!! Most exciting Christmas present ever for two little boys! We knew Ben would be stoked because he has been begging for one since April, but we were shocked at Cole's level of excitement. He literally did not want to get out of it. Ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rolDiIiQ_gA/TyC9Z3-92WI/AAAAAAAAGmY/jJ3GouEuEN4/s1600/_DSC2075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rolDiIiQ_gA/TyC9Z3-92WI/AAAAAAAAGmY/jJ3GouEuEN4/s640/_DSC2075.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole eventually drooled too much M&amp;amp;M all over his shirt and smeared crepes everywhere. So he got stripped down. That little belly is always so full and hanging over his pants. So adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7QvSdga7Upk/TyC9aRIGvLI/AAAAAAAAGmg/CJggtoXRKFA/s1600/_DSC2076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7QvSdga7Upk/TyC9aRIGvLI/AAAAAAAAGmg/CJggtoXRKFA/s640/_DSC2076.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben made sure all of Cole's toys worked properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The house was trashed. Our bellies were full. The boys were spoiled rotten. What a great day.&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/4046492891146558326-5317844961362475153?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/5317844961362475153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/5317844961362475153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/5317844961362475153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agPDPzuoMDM/TyC9OhKxgbI/AAAAAAAAGkg/SJGwH6moprA/s72-c/_DSC2021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-1338860116558208369</id><published>2011-11-23T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:34:37.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9950XxXkvLc/TvzcCHlW0LI/AAAAAAAAGgs/1Mg8ET0Rhxk/s1600/_DSC1230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9950XxXkvLc/TvzcCHlW0LI/AAAAAAAAGgs/1Mg8ET0Rhxk/s640/_DSC1230.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really wanted some cute pictures of the boys that I could send out for Christmas cards this year. So the plan was to get the boys dressed and take them over to Soda Row, but then I thought. Why not do the whole family? Scott and I have clothes to match the boys! But then who to take a photo of all of us? Que my awesome neighbor Tahnie Roska! She came over with only five minutes notice and took some cute ones of all of us which was so lucky because a cute shot of the boys together was SO not happening today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tLdKWnmApQ/TvzayK-jVBI/AAAAAAAAGdg/xiY-1UI0aQc/s1600/_DSC1157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tLdKWnmApQ/TvzayK-jVBI/AAAAAAAAGdg/xiY-1UI0aQc/s640/_DSC1157.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87tO0eK0ZQU/Tvza3-17PBI/AAAAAAAAGe4/ZiDVuY7ukmE/s1600/_DSC1267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87tO0eK0ZQU/Tvza3-17PBI/AAAAAAAAGe4/ZiDVuY7ukmE/s640/_DSC1267.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jcu2ubx6H1M/TvzaxoNekjI/AAAAAAAAGdY/oEdN8xSAenc/s1600/_DSC1155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jcu2ubx6H1M/TvzaxoNekjI/AAAAAAAAGdY/oEdN8xSAenc/s640/_DSC1155.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNACGi6HVyg/Tvzaz7bkBiI/AAAAAAAAGd4/jEnT5vKqps0/s1600/_DSC1228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNACGi6HVyg/Tvzaz7bkBiI/AAAAAAAAGd4/jEnT5vKqps0/s640/_DSC1228.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9--8ei8zyw/Tvzay_iV5SI/AAAAAAAAGdo/Fj33rzWcc54/s1600/_DSC1174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9--8ei8zyw/Tvzay_iV5SI/AAAAAAAAGdo/Fj33rzWcc54/s640/_DSC1174.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is what the reset of the pictures that I didn't post look like. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CellC1D1x_4/Tvza1cuxTXI/AAAAAAAAGeQ/cCzXs8boVCE/s1600/_DSC1247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CellC1D1x_4/Tvza1cuxTXI/AAAAAAAAGeQ/cCzXs8boVCE/s640/_DSC1247.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f0tFOxxntk8/Tvza4y6l0xI/AAAAAAAAGfI/gRbqfPmR0rA/s1600/_DSC1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f0tFOxxntk8/Tvza4y6l0xI/AAAAAAAAGfI/gRbqfPmR0rA/s640/_DSC1280.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_OeYbe-xUU/TsGSw2-PUsI/AAAAAAAAGXs/lE-v5xPxY4M/s1600/_DSC0737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_OeYbe-xUU/TsGSw2-PUsI/AAAAAAAAGXs/lE-v5xPxY4M/s640/_DSC0737.jpg" width="564" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Halloween from the Bruderer Bunch!! We had another awesome party this year thanks to all of these great folks. They all pitched in so I didn't have to do it all on my birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ7lwMJ21DQ/TsGS0L78vxI/AAAAAAAAGYc/janD9swnOCU/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-11-14+at+3.07.54+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ7lwMJ21DQ/TsGS0L78vxI/AAAAAAAAGYc/janD9swnOCU/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-11-14+at+3.07.54+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ghostie treats and monster mouth appetizers. I am finding that I am taking fewer and fewer pictures at this party every year. I think I my hands are a bit full these days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_ctsUdQRAk/TsGSuuGjLcI/AAAAAAAAGXE/AzuygARRiEU/s1600/_DSC0607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_ctsUdQRAk/TsGSuuGjLcI/AAAAAAAAGXE/AzuygARRiEU/s640/_DSC0607.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh&amp;nbsp; my darling boys . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YCk9iklJUrk/TsGStlhlEkI/AAAAAAAAGW0/mrx_hRzkjhM/s1600/_DSC0575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YCk9iklJUrk/TsGStlhlEkI/AAAAAAAAGW0/mrx_hRzkjhM/s640/_DSC0575.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben desperately wanted to be a "ghost wife." No, that is not a typo. He wanted to be the "ghost light" like on the Mater Cartoon Short on the Cars Movie. But he is convinced it is the "ghost wife" and not the "ghost light." The cars in the movie play a trick on Mater and hang a lantern on his tow hook and convince him it is the "ghost light." Lucky for me Ben thinks it looks like a regular ghost. So all I had to do was whip out and old sheet and cut it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ECKJkoYG5C0/TsGS0mIUnFI/AAAAAAAAGYk/cvvETnvRrFg/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-11-14+at+3.08.52+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ECKJkoYG5C0/TsGS0mIUnFI/AAAAAAAAGYk/cvvETnvRrFg/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-11-14+at+3.08.52+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1L6MID_RyQ/TsGSuPtcgXI/AAAAAAAAGW8/b0VtW6Dx3Tw/s1600/_DSC0586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1L6MID_RyQ/TsGSuPtcgXI/AAAAAAAAGW8/b0VtW6Dx3Tw/s640/_DSC0586.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole was an itsy bitsy spider . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_VlehKoviE/TsGSvRYZzLI/AAAAAAAAGXU/g9i656Tnkfc/s1600/_DSC0651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_VlehKoviE/TsGSvRYZzLI/AAAAAAAAGXU/g9i656Tnkfc/s640/_DSC0651.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I was his web!! Aren't we so cute together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhgbJoPM8Lo/TsGSv_U7PTI/AAAAAAAAGXc/ya45AIqRbdA/s1600/_DSC0670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhgbJoPM8Lo/TsGSv_U7PTI/AAAAAAAAGXc/ya45AIqRbdA/s640/_DSC0670.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-Ux29K5gC4/TsGSvGLBz6I/AAAAAAAAGXM/4-P8dJfsTsA/s1600/_DSC0627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-Ux29K5gC4/TsGSvGLBz6I/AAAAAAAAGXM/4-P8dJfsTsA/s640/_DSC0627.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjZiUXKYrAY/TsGSzrG4dvI/AAAAAAAAGYU/POnv7Gn6lrI/s1600/_DSC0803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjZiUXKYrAY/TsGSzrG4dvI/AAAAAAAAGYU/POnv7Gn6lrI/s640/_DSC0803.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The biggest news is that Cole is officially walking!! Today was the first day that he started to prefer walking to crawling. It's so fun to watch him learn something new, but so sad to know that my baby is growing up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8BA0OGk8qE4/TsGS1CcE6PI/AAAAAAAAGYs/vbG7DlCOKdQ/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-11-14+at+3.09.39+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8BA0OGk8qE4/TsGS1CcE6PI/AAAAAAAAGYs/vbG7DlCOKdQ/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-11-14+at+3.09.39+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben did a costume change before his cousins came. He wanted to be a firefighter before he wanted to be a "ghost wife." So he had two costumes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbfhwzsC-0/TsGSxnCVOhI/AAAAAAAAGX0/YBCr1Nn0G4s/s1600/_DSC0781.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbfhwzsC-0/TsGSxnCVOhI/AAAAAAAAGX0/YBCr1Nn0G4s/s640/_DSC0781.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cousins!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0--A_gMMTak/TsGS1lJVcsI/AAAAAAAAGY0/WRzvIyWA4ug/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-11-14+at+3.10.34+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0--A_gMMTak/TsGS1lJVcsI/AAAAAAAAGY0/WRzvIyWA4ug/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-11-14+at+3.10.34+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Calvin and Weston were fearsomely adorable pirates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgVuq0MiTjI/TsGS2P-l1VI/AAAAAAAAGY8/_s9AacnOLdE/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-11-14+at+3.11.19+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgVuq0MiTjI/TsGS2P-l1VI/AAAAAAAAGY8/_s9AacnOLdE/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-11-14+at+3.11.19+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sally came as Rapunzel. This is the absolute perfect costume for this girl! Check out her frying pan! LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TG7iIHb_RDg/TsGSzOX4pwI/AAAAAAAAGYM/MBJPo0-HVHY/s1600/_DSC0791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TG7iIHb_RDg/TsGSzOX4pwI/AAAAAAAAGYM/MBJPo0-HVHY/s640/_DSC0791.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Watch out Cougars!! Adri is ready to take the field with the next generation of cheerleaders!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMSxyPSYf9E/TsGSyifNhdI/AAAAAAAAGYE/62zTU4-37Rw/s1600/_DSC0788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMSxyPSYf9E/TsGSyifNhdI/AAAAAAAAGYE/62zTU4-37Rw/s640/_DSC0788.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left to right we have April: Halloween Diva, Halloween Marilyn or a wild Aunt Sheryl. The choice is yours. Jason as Wolverine and Amber as the Magic 8 Ball. She was legit. You could ask her questions and she pulled the answers out of her necklace! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PmGu8uInGHs/TsGS2qI5ZBI/AAAAAAAAGZE/l4xL7Rrixno/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-11-14+at+3.12.19+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PmGu8uInGHs/TsGS2qI5ZBI/AAAAAAAAGZE/l4xL7Rrixno/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-11-14+at+3.12.19+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9i4qXT8EJCM/TsGSyKVwYdI/AAAAAAAAGX8/PrLvJDhvbK4/s1600/_DSC0786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9i4qXT8EJCM/TsGSyKVwYdI/AAAAAAAAGX8/PrLvJDhvbK4/s640/_DSC0786.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The softer side of Wolverine. Awwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3mCWUOWmroU/TsGSwWUXGnI/AAAAAAAAGXk/Tdo8he8T-o0/s1600/_DSC0685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3mCWUOWmroU/TsGSwWUXGnI/AAAAAAAAGXk/Tdo8he8T-o0/s640/_DSC0685.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pirate Daddy Scott Bruderer. When we went trick or treating all of the kids kept getting so excited about seeing the "real" Captain Jack Sparrow. Scott loved every minute of&amp;nbsp; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKf2UTLM2ZM/TsGSs2HNYDI/AAAAAAAAGWs/IXKH0oUbnPU/s1600/_DSC0573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKf2UTLM2ZM/TsGSs2HNYDI/AAAAAAAAGWs/IXKH0oUbnPU/s640/_DSC0573.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farewell Halloween! We are already anxiously awaiting your return!&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/4046492891146558326-8589042204737843964?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/8589042204737843964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8589042204737843964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8589042204737843964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_OeYbe-xUU/TsGSw2-PUsI/AAAAAAAAGXs/lE-v5xPxY4M/s72-c/_DSC0737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-2059939504622672988</id><published>2011-10-25T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:12:01.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornbelly's Corn Maze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dixavRl_RUU/TqciBPGyV7I/AAAAAAAAGTA/pOBhe2kpAFc/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.14+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dixavRl_RUU/TqciBPGyV7I/AAAAAAAAGTA/pOBhe2kpAFc/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.14+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh my goodness. Cornbelly's is AWESOME!! I don't know how I have never been before. Every single one of us had so so much fun! There was so much for us to do and it was all included in our basic pass! Unlike the fair, where everything is going to cost you. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TrRrnlKX3E/TqciAHv0yHI/AAAAAAAAGS4/KcPqMNwhstA/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.05+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TrRrnlKX3E/TqciAHv0yHI/AAAAAAAAGS4/KcPqMNwhstA/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.05+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The cutouts were too hilarious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-go0Y4ikiPnk/TqciJAQMqJI/AAAAAAAAGTY/y5KeIYR0y7E/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.36+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-go0Y4ikiPnk/TqciJAQMqJI/AAAAAAAAGTY/y5KeIYR0y7E/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.36+PM.png" width="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Note how Cole is appropriately a pig?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdARzErMMZc/TqciNMiAR8I/AAAAAAAAGTw/HKiw1BUxdto/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.49.06+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdARzErMMZc/TqciNMiAR8I/AAAAAAAAGTw/HKiw1BUxdto/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.49.06+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The cow train was so cute! All of the boys rode on it. They had so much fun. Scott said it was a bit bumpy, but Cole had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1PblReRxNM/TqchyC52WgI/AAAAAAAAGRg/9yjkossRXo0/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.42.12+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1PblReRxNM/TqchyC52WgI/AAAAAAAAGRg/9yjkossRXo0/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.42.12+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWjOdwGsIZc/Tqchwku1yKI/AAAAAAAAGRY/-sCWXckg4hA/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.42.05+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWjOdwGsIZc/Tqchwku1yKI/AAAAAAAAGRY/-sCWXckg4hA/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.42.05+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6JZtll09UY/Tqch0kwC42I/AAAAAAAAGRw/4EU9g72FHjM/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.43.04+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6JZtll09UY/Tqch0kwC42I/AAAAAAAAGRw/4EU9g72FHjM/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.43.04+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The horse racing was definitely a favorite and a workout! Cole did not want to get off . . . ever. Ben got a little frustrated he couldn't go as fast as daddy. But he still liked bouncing around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I0HBuYvdY9o/TqchzDS5E-I/AAAAAAAAGRo/v5p5TMtmOq4/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.42.37+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I0HBuYvdY9o/TqchzDS5E-I/AAAAAAAAGRo/v5p5TMtmOq4/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.42.37+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WrTXqUhqrjw/Tqch7hXVlSI/AAAAAAAAGSY/93gWPLpws3M/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.44.17+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WrTXqUhqrjw/Tqch7hXVlSI/AAAAAAAAGSY/93gWPLpws3M/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.44.17+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh the air pillows! We all bounced. I have never heard Cole laugh so hard. I would bounce him really high and he would just giggle and giggle. Ben was lightning. He ran, jumped, bounced, crashed and then did it all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJHsjZjDilE/TqciOy5x13I/AAAAAAAAGUA/y7DZuir9bIo/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.51.34+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJHsjZjDilE/TqciOy5x13I/AAAAAAAAGUA/y7DZuir9bIo/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.51.34+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There was this awesome playground built on hay bales. Ben was all over this place. He tried all of the slides and climbed up all the different ladders and stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqup8On4u0M/Tqch2LoVMeI/AAAAAAAAGR4/SffZVGQ-H_c/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.43.18+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqup8On4u0M/Tqch2LoVMeI/AAAAAAAAGR4/SffZVGQ-H_c/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.43.18+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The power and speed of this particular slide took him and me by surprise. He came flying out the bottom, hit his feet and flipped right over. It was so funny. He thought so too because he did it at least 5 more times. He kept saying, "Mom! Did you see that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JEugw9xFN3A/Tqch322vcQI/AAAAAAAAGSA/Zmv0LxSNRkw/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.43.46+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JEugw9xFN3A/Tqch322vcQI/AAAAAAAAGSA/Zmv0LxSNRkw/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.43.46+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole is obsessed with slides. He made Scott and I take him down quite a few times. He kept pointing wildly and looking me right in the eye to let me know that he wanted to go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNcWKH2Sa3g/Tqch87tPPUI/AAAAAAAAGSg/rHewWZYX_FY/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.44.27+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNcWKH2Sa3g/Tqch87tPPUI/AAAAAAAAGSg/rHewWZYX_FY/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.44.27+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tire swings are cool, but when they are shaped like dragons and motorcycles, they are AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFMHGrMgS3M/Tqch93rHm6I/AAAAAAAAGSo/9xP4L7uvR8I/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.44.34+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFMHGrMgS3M/Tqch93rHm6I/AAAAAAAAGSo/9xP4L7uvR8I/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.44.34+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nifrHZG24HI/TqchtO-04uI/AAAAAAAAGRA/srRnfTWJ8Qg/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.41.41+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nifrHZG24HI/TqchtO-04uI/AAAAAAAAGRA/srRnfTWJ8Qg/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.41.41+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole loved climbing all over the cool wooden playgrounds they had all over. There was a train, a semi, a fire truck, a monster truck, a pirate ship, and a backhoe. Sadly, there were a zillion kids so we couldn't just let Cole go nuts because he would get trampled. He was pretty devastated about it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYlm_zR91jI/TqchuNJ90iI/AAAAAAAAGRI/Xmf7cGYuVz0/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.41.48+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYlm_zR91jI/TqchuNJ90iI/AAAAAAAAGRI/Xmf7cGYuVz0/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.41.48+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1nkvRdNU_vU/TqchvNllSrI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/n8XLVZihU7M/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.41.56+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1nkvRdNU_vU/TqchvNllSrI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/n8XLVZihU7M/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.41.56+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-hTAUYh9Ww/Tqch_HUWtsI/AAAAAAAAGSw/nca6eA_mml8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.44.42+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-hTAUYh9Ww/Tqch_HUWtsI/AAAAAAAAGSw/nca6eA_mml8/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.44.42+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boys tested their musical abilities as a pan band. Ben of course had to be loudest one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDPHJLE866o/TqciOLVZ_iI/AAAAAAAAGT4/0Pg1iT2ZVhk/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.50.18+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDPHJLE866o/TqciOLVZ_iI/AAAAAAAAGT4/0Pg1iT2ZVhk/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.50.18+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OC4x257zX00/TqciChNgFbI/AAAAAAAAGTI/w7iebaCmv38/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.21+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OC4x257zX00/TqciChNgFbI/AAAAAAAAGTI/w7iebaCmv38/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.21+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben got to milk a cow . . . kinda. But look at his technique! He is a farmboy! Yeah right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJG9CPGyt_Q/TqciGdzLKSI/AAAAAAAAGTQ/3i0KrYkb22I/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.27+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJG9CPGyt_Q/TqciGdzLKSI/AAAAAAAAGTQ/3i0KrYkb22I/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.27+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nYHv1chmBM8/TqciKmSsDNI/AAAAAAAAGTg/ZiCwfAjVwmA/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.44+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nYHv1chmBM8/TqciKmSsDNI/AAAAAAAAGTg/ZiCwfAjVwmA/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.44+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben and Cole both loved the duck races. You pumped the water into the slide and send the rubber ducky to the other side and somebody would send it back. Cole wanted to jump in the water and play. Luckily Ben was satisfied just pumping. He literally pumped for about 30 min. His arm has got to be sore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKyCU1clYqw/TqciMnQ5pXI/AAAAAAAAGTo/04gi0kU167A/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.51+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKyCU1clYqw/TqciMnQ5pXI/AAAAAAAAGTo/04gi0kU167A/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.51+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZJIyDiQ0lM/Tqch6k40FdI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/CeJ44d6g7Gs/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.44.10+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZJIyDiQ0lM/Tqch6k40FdI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/CeJ44d6g7Gs/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.44.10+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh yeah. I exist. Sometimes. Scotty took these shots of me and Cole. LOVE them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfctIDkEnfM/Tqch5NPNMBI/AAAAAAAAGSI/xmNwyCaIne8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.44.02+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfctIDkEnfM/Tqch5NPNMBI/AAAAAAAAGSI/xmNwyCaIne8/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.44.02+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-2059939504622672988?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/2059939504622672988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/cornbellys-corn-maze.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/2059939504622672988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/2059939504622672988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/cornbellys-corn-maze.html' title='Cornbelly&apos;s Corn Maze'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dixavRl_RUU/TqciBPGyV7I/AAAAAAAAGTA/pOBhe2kpAFc/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2011-10-25+at+2.45.14+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-3511509151230169752</id><published>2011-10-25T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T10:31:24.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4:00 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ben came in my room at 4:00 am this morning, talking at full volume of course because why on earth should he whisper? So I took him into his room to lay by him so he would go back to sleep. But he was ready for battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "I wanna go watch Special Agent Oso."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No. It is the middle of the night."&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "I hate sleeping. I awake. See. I wanna go watch Oso."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nope it is broken. We can't watch shows in the middle of the night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go on like this for about 10 minutes. Ben realizes he is losing the war so he throws this out at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Mom. I going to get a box. (Makes a box shape with his hands.) And I going to trap you in it and give it to the police."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? What is with him turning me into the authorities in the middle of the night! So what did I do? Slipped him some melatonin and slept in his bed with him until he woke up at 7:00 am ready to go again. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-3511509151230169752?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/3511509151230169752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/400-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/3511509151230169752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/3511509151230169752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/400-am.html' title='4:00 am'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-1579567091293930591</id><published>2011-10-21T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:52:02.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHrgWh8YRNg/TqG7YIiuIoI/AAAAAAAAGQg/vf3F5nZE8Tc/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.24.51+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHrgWh8YRNg/TqG7YIiuIoI/AAAAAAAAGQg/vf3F5nZE8Tc/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.24.51+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Going to the pumpkin patch is my favorite Halloween tradition. When I was a kid we just went to the grocery store. So boring! It is much more fun to trudge through a dirty field to find just the right pumpkin! Ben has been begging to go for weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtJAml7cDtE/TqG7ZPxoXmI/AAAAAAAAGQo/f_Z8lZAlQ7k/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.30.29+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtJAml7cDtE/TqG7ZPxoXmI/AAAAAAAAGQo/f_Z8lZAlQ7k/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.30.29+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The highlight of the pumpkin patch for Cole was the goat. I don't get what it is with him and goats but he loves them. He sees them and just laughs and laughs and laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqtLw4SRnac/TqG7I6nHcmI/AAAAAAAAGO4/T-xNZJDSgQ4/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.22.09+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqtLw4SRnac/TqG7I6nHcmI/AAAAAAAAGO4/T-xNZJDSgQ4/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.22.09+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5rHCH3wc--4/TqG7OggVEYI/AAAAAAAAGPo/YAg_wPNA3no/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.23.10+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5rHCH3wc--4/TqG7OggVEYI/AAAAAAAAGPo/YAg_wPNA3no/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.23.10+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ysW1QCaq7Fo/TqG7VVNGk6I/AAAAAAAAGQQ/ALzQhs0fU5Y/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.24.19+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ysW1QCaq7Fo/TqG7VVNGk6I/AAAAAAAAGQQ/ALzQhs0fU5Y/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.24.19+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Neither of the boys were in particularly cooperating moods for pictures. Ben just wanted to pick every single pumpkin and take them all home with us and Cole just wanted to crawl in the dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3b_aqmI9qBw/TqG7ZsTB1FI/AAAAAAAAGQw/lItQTapyNvs/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.31.18+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3b_aqmI9qBw/TqG7ZsTB1FI/AAAAAAAAGQw/lItQTapyNvs/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.31.18+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaP3OwM9UIM/TqG7Kr4rXwI/AAAAAAAAGPI/RYDgTWP0-oc/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.22.39+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaP3OwM9UIM/TqG7Kr4rXwI/AAAAAAAAGPI/RYDgTWP0-oc/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.22.39+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2eUf-gkahc/TqG7L7k2xqI/AAAAAAAAGPQ/V3qizwa7UCM/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.22.47+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2eUf-gkahc/TqG7L7k2xqI/AAAAAAAAGPQ/V3qizwa7UCM/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.22.47+PM.png" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben really really wanted to pull the wheelbarrow. The problem was that it was WAY to heavy for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2tJt2BYcXfs/TqG7Jys_vmI/AAAAAAAAGPA/1NT-I9kUsO8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.22.18+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2tJt2BYcXfs/TqG7Jys_vmI/AAAAAAAAGPA/1NT-I9kUsO8/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.22.18+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kAGFFmgMltE/TqG7aGCK-II/AAAAAAAAGQ4/CJmZPFeMqaE/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.32.16+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kAGFFmgMltE/TqG7aGCK-II/AAAAAAAAGQ4/CJmZPFeMqaE/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.32.16+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole liked the view from inside the wheelbarrow. And it kept him out of the dirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mhNofjJ_jQ0/TqG7Qtr1fsI/AAAAAAAAGP4/WbKTlKdpXFo/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.23.43+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mhNofjJ_jQ0/TqG7Qtr1fsI/AAAAAAAAGP4/WbKTlKdpXFo/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.23.43+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He loved using the big while pumpkins for drums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnnxRZGKGTI/TqG7PonB_OI/AAAAAAAAGPw/91Mee4PoC54/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.23.22+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnnxRZGKGTI/TqG7PonB_OI/AAAAAAAAGPw/91Mee4PoC54/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.23.22+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sVoFpaSHXLY/TqG7TnhfovI/AAAAAAAAGQI/2SCdLxLYMvs/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.24.09+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sVoFpaSHXLY/TqG7TnhfovI/AAAAAAAAGQI/2SCdLxLYMvs/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.24.09+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqVtNRmuEbs/TqG7SFZ6U3I/AAAAAAAAGQA/XS2iC4Dh8s8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.24.02+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqVtNRmuEbs/TqG7SFZ6U3I/AAAAAAAAGQA/XS2iC4Dh8s8/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.24.02+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5UmA904oDA/TqG7NjBaWUI/AAAAAAAAGPg/eA5xIkGcURY/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.23.01+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5UmA904oDA/TqG7NjBaWUI/AAAAAAAAGPg/eA5xIkGcURY/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.23.01+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rp2KI6Z32M/TqG7MwyKY9I/AAAAAAAAGPY/LVC-3awWDaY/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.22.54+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rp2KI6Z32M/TqG7MwyKY9I/AAAAAAAAGPY/LVC-3awWDaY/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.22.54+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben's one and only smile came when he got to go on the tractor ride. It was really bumpy, but both boys loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z_E1ksPJV0/TqG7XJqg0wI/AAAAAAAAGQY/Z2VaypE6iI0/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.24.33+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z_E1ksPJV0/TqG7XJqg0wI/AAAAAAAAGQY/Z2VaypE6iI0/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.24.33+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben couldn't wait to get home with our pumpkins and "sword" them. Apparently, that means "carve" them. &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/4046492891146558326-1579567091293930591?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/1579567091293930591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1579567091293930591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1579567091293930591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='pumpkin patch'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHrgWh8YRNg/TqG7YIiuIoI/AAAAAAAAGQg/vf3F5nZE8Tc/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2011-10-21+at+12.24.51+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-2046540505717499836</id><published>2011-10-20T11:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:33:19.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my quilt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXUo-k_OnAw/TqBW4p-nkZI/AAAAAAAAGMo/y6bAUsZ_L0k/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.00.42+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXUo-k_OnAw/TqBW4p-nkZI/AAAAAAAAGMo/y6bAUsZ_L0k/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.00.42+AM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here it is! My creation from start to finish! These are the fabrics that I started out with. It took me two trips to the fabric store, with my mentor Megan, to commit to these fabrics and a pattern. But in the end I couldn't be happier. I adore them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-byKn-R8Rtv8/TqBW5qChRiI/AAAAAAAAGMw/IdiznfzwmgI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.01.16+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-byKn-R8Rtv8/TqBW5qChRiI/AAAAAAAAGMw/IdiznfzwmgI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.01.16+AM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I cut my fabric down into 88 strips of quilt top fabric and 8 strips of binding fabric. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVMv9nyHFAs/TqBYmtKZBsI/AAAAAAAAGOw/nCOWNitaNwI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.21.12+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVMv9nyHFAs/TqBYmtKZBsI/AAAAAAAAGOw/nCOWNitaNwI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.21.12+AM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then I had to sew the contrasting fabrics together. Then cut them down into 480 little squares. Then combine them into a rectangle. Finally I sewed two rectangles together to make a square. I needed 120 of these bad boys for this twin quilt. Oye. There were a lot of pieces to keep track of!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d3C9rNlynn4/TqBW7x9jFbI/AAAAAAAAGNA/lSnkrYGrGlM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.02.43+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="638" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d3C9rNlynn4/TqBW7x9jFbI/AAAAAAAAGNA/lSnkrYGrGlM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.02.43+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud8I6nbJ6aw/TqBW87cTVZI/AAAAAAAAGNI/dgarcQbFQeU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.03.23+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud8I6nbJ6aw/TqBW87cTVZI/AAAAAAAAGNI/dgarcQbFQeU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.03.23+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then I sewed them into rows as shown with help from my assistant Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vE-wAWdeOHo/TqBW9sYDElI/AAAAAAAAGNQ/QA0atokSaR0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.03.57+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vE-wAWdeOHo/TqBW9sYDElI/AAAAAAAAGNQ/QA0atokSaR0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.03.57+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rCsMezg1AU/TqBW_audq-I/AAAAAAAAGNg/BFpBIL20Vvc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.05.02+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rCsMezg1AU/TqBW_audq-I/AAAAAAAAGNg/BFpBIL20Vvc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.05.02+AM.png" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Finally I sewed the rows together to complete the quilt top!! I hate to admit that my quilt stayed in the quilt top phase for a VERY long time because the quilting part freaked me out. There was a lot of fabric to work with and I was so scared of messing it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIK5gtA7hto/TqBXARXB38I/AAAAAAAAGNo/tpivAplFzQ4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.05.24+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIK5gtA7hto/TqBXARXB38I/AAAAAAAAGNo/tpivAplFzQ4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.05.24+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lib4NrMe0SQ/TqBXBcNad-I/AAAAAAAAGNw/tom5gL5VQRQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.05.55+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lib4NrMe0SQ/TqBXBcNad-I/AAAAAAAAGNw/tom5gL5VQRQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.05.55+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But this last weekend Megan was in town so she gave me a crash course in what I need to do next. She told me I would definitely have it done before Christmas. Christmas!!??! That was WAY too far away. That would mean that I would miss out on cuddling with it all fall! So I busted it out in one weekend! HA! I showed her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgPOFjJisko/TqBXCVRw6_I/AAAAAAAAGN4/WLdVe_vMkZ0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.06.40+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgPOFjJisko/TqBXCVRw6_I/AAAAAAAAGN4/WLdVe_vMkZ0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.06.40+AM.png" width="446" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After a long hard battle with a walking foot, which is now broken and on its way back to the store (sigh). I finished the quilt!! Since my junker walking foot broke I used one of the other feet that I had on hand and let me tell you. It was WAY easier to use than that dumb walking foot. ( I am sure this is due to my lack of experience, not my quilting expertise.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aC9G8cJX2no/TqBXDK-GICI/AAAAAAAAGOA/z-1NDPt5bEY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.08.19+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aC9G8cJX2no/TqBXDK-GICI/AAAAAAAAGOA/z-1NDPt5bEY/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.08.19+AM.png" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the end I couldn't be happier! I love it! The binding totally makes the quilt. Scott still thinks it "doesn't match." Too bad. I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ruPqk3x5EBg/TqBXD3veXGI/AAAAAAAAGOI/yO_YVid43Ks/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.08.52+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ruPqk3x5EBg/TqBXD3veXGI/AAAAAAAAGOI/yO_YVid43Ks/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.08.52+AM.png" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I actually quite enjoyed binding the quilt. My blind stitching skills have improved, but still have a LONG way to go before they really are "blind."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U0vWXiDl8Bo/TqBXEyYSxLI/AAAAAAAAGOQ/kVOwsJDkAT4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.09.39+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U0vWXiDl8Bo/TqBXEyYSxLI/AAAAAAAAGOQ/kVOwsJDkAT4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.09.39+AM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86dY-WoCSa0/TqBXFvC9l7I/AAAAAAAAGOY/C_8Pn1lNn28/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.10.23+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86dY-WoCSa0/TqBXFvC9l7I/AAAAAAAAGOY/C_8Pn1lNn28/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.10.23+AM.png" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_weq60WZ6k/TqBXGvugAbI/AAAAAAAAGOg/ZNJQon2EUZs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.11.05+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_weq60WZ6k/TqBXGvugAbI/AAAAAAAAGOg/ZNJQon2EUZs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.11.05+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbqx-2fN9RU/TqBXHbaYUVI/AAAAAAAAGOo/jL-kRB4N7XM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.11.42+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbqx-2fN9RU/TqBXHbaYUVI/AAAAAAAAGOo/jL-kRB4N7XM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.11.42+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So pretty and ready for snuggling!!&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/4046492891146558326-2046540505717499836?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/2046540505717499836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-quilt.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/2046540505717499836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/2046540505717499836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-quilt.html' title='my quilt!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXUo-k_OnAw/TqBW4p-nkZI/AAAAAAAAGMo/y6bAUsZ_L0k/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+11.00.42+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-4547309836666016890</id><published>2011-10-15T21:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T21:14:26.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bedtime drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;As usual, bedtime with Ben is dramatic. He is constantly trying to negotiate his way out of it. Here is the dialogue between me and Ben at bedtime tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ben, it is time to go to bed. Lay down and close your eyes. Please. Or I am leaving."&lt;br /&gt;Ben: sits up in bed, "Nothing is ever going to cheer me up again. I guess I will just sit here with my broken heart."&lt;br /&gt;Me: bust up laughing&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later . . .&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ben, time for bed. No more games."&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Mom, I gotta tell you. The police are going to come in the night and tell you to not be mean to me."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh really. I think the police are going to come and tell you that you are not following the rules because that is what policemen do."&lt;br /&gt;Long pause. Ben thinking really hard.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "I don't want to go to bed. I hate it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Oh my! The kid was up at 6:00 am today, no nap and is cranky as stink, but will not go to sleep! It is almost 9:30 pm!! Just business as usual at our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-4547309836666016890?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/4547309836666016890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/bedtime-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4547309836666016890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4547309836666016890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/bedtime-drama.html' title='bedtime drama'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-5938816540149378962</id><published>2011-10-06T22:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:10:06.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;last night around 12:30 am i heard ben sneak into our room. when i opened my eyes his little face was right there in front of me. i asked what was wrong. he said, "i just wanted to say 'hi.'" oh brother. what a kid. i never know what is coming next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-5938816540149378962?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/5938816540149378962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/5938816540149378962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/5938816540149378962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-night.html' title='last night'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-8661060809073870974</id><published>2011-10-05T15:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T14:37:57.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"my leg doesn't work so good"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g57JefyLe88/To9jH1V02II/AAAAAAAAGMY/qBtXHjRvh7M/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-07+at+2.37.24+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g57JefyLe88/To9jH1V02II/AAAAAAAAGMY/qBtXHjRvh7M/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-07+at+2.37.24+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ben was sitting on the love couch (aka love sac) watching a show. when he got up his leg had fallen asleep. when he stood up he said, "mom! my leg doesn't work so good! see! i neber walk again!" i tried to explain to him that it had just fallen asleep and it would wake up in a minute. he just looked at me like i was crazy. but then a few days later the same thing happened and scott watched ben tell his leg, "it's time to wake up lil felwa!"&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, his leg got stuck underneath him when he was sliding down the slide. he twisted it a little bit. it hurt when he stood up and again he told me, "mom! my leg! it's not working! see! i walking all funny! i neber walk again!" poor kid. clearly he was traumatized, but i was doing all i could not to bust up laughing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-8661060809073870974?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/8661060809073870974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-leg-doesnt-work-so-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8661060809073870974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8661060809073870974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-leg-doesnt-work-so-good.html' title='&quot;my leg doesn&apos;t work so good&quot;'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g57JefyLe88/To9jH1V02II/AAAAAAAAGMY/qBtXHjRvh7M/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-10-07+at+2.37.24+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-3736257193361496026</id><published>2011-10-03T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T14:57:50.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>first steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uirU1w4Xqzw/To9nFbIFdBI/AAAAAAAAGMk/3ZSG1eddDbs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-07+at+2.53.57+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uirU1w4Xqzw/To9nFbIFdBI/AAAAAAAAGMk/3ZSG1eddDbs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-07+at+2.53.57+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cole took his first two steps today!! the greatest part about it is that the most important people were all there watching. scott, ben, my mom, and i were all in ben's room hanging out when all of the sudden cole let go of the bookshelf and stood by himself for a long time. we literally all stopped what we were doing and held our breath to see what would happen next. then he did it! he took two steps before plopping on his bum to check out another book. i couldn't believe it. it was so amazing to share that moment with my favorite people. it is so rare that you get to witness the firsts at all, much less have so many important people there. now if i had only had the video going . . . oh well. it is pretty well cemented in my brain. he hasn't tried it again since, but they were two really great steps. Cole has been going up and down the stairs really well the last couple of months. my favorite part is the foot reach. I finally got my camera out and snagged a pic of him doing it. Love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lfer3hpg5HI/To9j5n596BI/AAAAAAAAGMg/4eXp5ZgnFc0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-07+at+2.40.44+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lfer3hpg5HI/To9j5n596BI/AAAAAAAAGMg/4eXp5ZgnFc0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-07+at+2.40.44+PM.png" width="422" /&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/4046492891146558326-3736257193361496026?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/3736257193361496026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/3736257193361496026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/3736257193361496026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-steps.html' title='first steps'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uirU1w4Xqzw/To9nFbIFdBI/AAAAAAAAGMk/3ZSG1eddDbs/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-10-07+at+2.53.57+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-9156000422248433831</id><published>2011-10-01T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T12:49:00.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVUNXrzzStU/Tn4ho7zfOLI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/ZVQJeufDUjI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.19.27+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVUNXrzzStU/Tn4ho7zfOLI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/ZVQJeufDUjI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.19.27+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was washing some strawberries for lunch last week and Ben asked me, "Why you doing dat mommy?" I explained that we had to was off all the dirt and germs before we ate it. He asked me, "Why?" (Of course.) I told him that sometimes there is still dirt on the strawberries from the field where they were picked. He seriously looked at me like I was crazy. His face said, "Duh mom, we bought those at the store!" So I decided it was time for a hands on educational field trip to Grandpa Duane's Garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVd06IYjAug/Tn4h3BTunzI/AAAAAAAAGLE/BS7qCC0kH6o/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.24.38+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVd06IYjAug/Tn4h3BTunzI/AAAAAAAAGLE/BS7qCC0kH6o/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.24.38+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syjh9yUgDzM/Tn4hrqLHDFI/AAAAAAAAGKY/90q8eYaHz7E/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.19.46+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syjh9yUgDzM/Tn4hrqLHDFI/AAAAAAAAGKY/90q8eYaHz7E/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.19.46+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben got to pick all kinds of vegetables: tomatoes, squash, beans, cucumbers and peppers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhLkIRXmVfw/Tn4hslYrx5I/AAAAAAAAGKc/DgITNKX2i68/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.19.53+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhLkIRXmVfw/Tn4hslYrx5I/AAAAAAAAGKc/DgITNKX2i68/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.19.53+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He filled his bucket all the way to the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhz3oKaiMsI/Tn4htj3owkI/AAAAAAAAGKg/U-VZvlCSrg0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.00+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhz3oKaiMsI/Tn4htj3owkI/AAAAAAAAGKg/U-VZvlCSrg0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.00+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpUs5Zq-86o/Tn4hp2gRHSI/AAAAAAAAGKU/YNx1eN9pkks/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.19.33+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpUs5Zq-86o/Tn4hp2gRHSI/AAAAAAAAGKU/YNx1eN9pkks/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.19.33+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vxXZfp4chf8/Tn4h31aatnI/AAAAAAAAGLI/HyXq2FhrEf0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.25.23+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vxXZfp4chf8/Tn4h31aatnI/AAAAAAAAGLI/HyXq2FhrEf0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.25.23+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K6S0O324kLM/Tn4hxf7BIsI/AAAAAAAAGKw/g-PQI3qd3Ow/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.31+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K6S0O324kLM/Tn4hxf7BIsI/AAAAAAAAGKw/g-PQI3qd3Ow/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.31+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The bean bucket was a little big and awkward for him. Grandpa thought it was hilarious that he was dragging it through the garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KjeXFH8FWZc/Tn4hyBkzaEI/AAAAAAAAGK0/28FZyy-rA0g/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.44+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KjeXFH8FWZc/Tn4hyBkzaEI/AAAAAAAAGK0/28FZyy-rA0g/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.44+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben picked us some peaches to take home too! We had the most delicious peach cobbler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEHtpIJlVKA/Tn4hzM6W_1I/AAAAAAAAGK4/c0GKUgUXBLw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.51+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEHtpIJlVKA/Tn4hzM6W_1I/AAAAAAAAGK4/c0GKUgUXBLw/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.51+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa taught Ben how to plant seeds. They planted some radishes. Last week when we went up for another visit we saw the radishes starting to sprout! Ben was so proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfQDS0_u5zU/Tn4h0nnukGI/AAAAAAAAGK8/HUVL_7wxNJw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.57+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfQDS0_u5zU/Tn4h0nnukGI/AAAAAAAAGK8/HUVL_7wxNJw/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.57+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;First they dug the hole, then put in the seeds, and then Ben's favorite part: watering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dSkH3H1mqc/Tn4h16hrelI/AAAAAAAAGLA/Eg9wHQ9wONQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.21.03+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dSkH3H1mqc/Tn4h16hrelI/AAAAAAAAGLA/Eg9wHQ9wONQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.21.03+PM.png" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we got home that night Ben insisted on washing his vegetables a million times. But he didn't want to eat them. He told me, "Mom, these are not to eat. They are vegetables!" Oh right. My mistake. I think they were trophies, not food to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gEicuHBikTE/Tn4humQ2brI/AAAAAAAAGKk/HBhUF7iBBqM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.08+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gEicuHBikTE/Tn4humQ2brI/AAAAAAAAGKk/HBhUF7iBBqM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.08+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was Cole doing? Oh just trying to hop the fence so he could pick vegetables too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSeiM3e6_Ow/Tn4hviTfq-I/AAAAAAAAGKo/M0b502itzKw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.15+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSeiM3e6_Ow/Tn4hviTfq-I/AAAAAAAAGKo/M0b502itzKw/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.15+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But then he decided to swipe brother's vegetables. Ben wasn't so happy about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjtLPcTk8UI/Tn4hweHedCI/AAAAAAAAGKs/DeM1Q6P2Su0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.20+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjtLPcTk8UI/Tn4hweHedCI/AAAAAAAAGKs/DeM1Q6P2Su0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.20.20+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-9156000422248433831?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/9156000422248433831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/grandpas-garden.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/9156000422248433831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/9156000422248433831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/10/grandpas-garden.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Garden'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVUNXrzzStU/Tn4ho7zfOLI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/ZVQJeufDUjI/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.19.27+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bountiful, UT, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.8893895 -111.880771</georss:point><georss:box>40.8413745 -111.959735 40.9374045 -111.801807</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-7327360831307159736</id><published>2011-09-24T11:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:06:03.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Very Hungry Caterpillar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8OR20oeK7o/Tn4Hk6WaeeI/AAAAAAAAGH8/w8gvaHo1UA8/s1600/_DSC9335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8OR20oeK7o/Tn4Hk6WaeeI/AAAAAAAAGH8/w8gvaHo1UA8/s640/_DSC9335.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY COLE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rtAP9jATHo/Tn4HcAdQcnI/AAAAAAAAGHY/BJ3bqa_pybQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.25.25+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rtAP9jATHo/Tn4HcAdQcnI/AAAAAAAAGHY/BJ3bqa_pybQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.25.25+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRzyHhll2qI/Tn4Hc4xl93I/AAAAAAAAGHc/jmBvrrU6PBw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.25.49+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRzyHhll2qI/Tn4Hc4xl93I/AAAAAAAAGHc/jmBvrrU6PBw/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.25.49+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AWJPRs9gVOE/Tn4HkQII0TI/AAAAAAAAGH4/sC3CztgJ_rQ/s1600/_DSC9319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AWJPRs9gVOE/Tn4HkQII0TI/AAAAAAAAGH4/sC3CztgJ_rQ/s640/_DSC9319.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wXTcr1t4gwg/Tn4b9IzP05I/AAAAAAAAGKM/G2jKgVIsupQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.05.02+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wXTcr1t4gwg/Tn4b9IzP05I/AAAAAAAAGKM/G2jKgVIsupQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+12.05.02+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What did our Very Hungry Caterpillar eat at his party?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 slice of watermelon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 hot dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 strawberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some apple bits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a lot of cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5XljGwDo5M/Tn4HmGnGciI/AAAAAAAAGIM/q2XzgbWFDRA/s1600/_DSC9370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5XljGwDo5M/Tn4HmGnGciI/AAAAAAAAGIM/q2XzgbWFDRA/s640/_DSC9370.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kKpxmWhUcc/Tn4HpIwnpvI/AAAAAAAAGIo/JgTbHn0s5YA/s1600/_DSC9407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kKpxmWhUcc/Tn4HpIwnpvI/AAAAAAAAGIo/JgTbHn0s5YA/s640/_DSC9407.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was shocked this kid didn't just devour his cake in one big bite. But I think it was because he was literally stuffed to the brim with all of the other food he ate. So we actually did two cake eating sessions. The second one was a bit more exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yKvLgXcFRoA/Tn4Hi4umipI/AAAAAAAAGHw/5YLO3mvkw-w/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.34.11+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yKvLgXcFRoA/Tn4Hi4umipI/AAAAAAAAGHw/5YLO3mvkw-w/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.34.11+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He really liked the M&amp;amp;Ms on the bottom of the cake. It took a lot of convincing to get him to try the actual cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBZ85g-kHKg/Tn4HpdrM76I/AAAAAAAAGIs/n54tEj0295s/s1600/_DSC9420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBZ85g-kHKg/Tn4HpdrM76I/AAAAAAAAGIs/n54tEj0295s/s640/_DSC9420.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4U2JvqAzf0/Tn4Hpyver3I/AAAAAAAAGIw/4uha8H6yc3A/s1600/_DSC9434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4U2JvqAzf0/Tn4Hpyver3I/AAAAAAAAGIw/4uha8H6yc3A/s640/_DSC9434.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma Gwen couldn't handle the amount of frosting he was eating. She had to wipe him off. So funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfZIKeKyEOs/Tn4Hj1CE8xI/AAAAAAAAGH0/EbWSM7SSxDs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.35.45+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfZIKeKyEOs/Tn4Hj1CE8xI/AAAAAAAAGH0/EbWSM7SSxDs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.35.45+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqT10smfW8s/Tn4HxZjEO3I/AAAAAAAAGJ8/shH6fYkVkRg/s1600/_DSC9660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqT10smfW8s/Tn4HxZjEO3I/AAAAAAAAGJ8/shH6fYkVkRg/s640/_DSC9660.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vcSdH3z5AqE/Tn4HsqcUHVI/AAAAAAAAGJM/BsFG5L6P07U/s1600/_DSC9557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vcSdH3z5AqE/Tn4HsqcUHVI/AAAAAAAAGJM/BsFG5L6P07U/s640/_DSC9557.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The bounce house may have been the highlight of Cole's party. It was definitely his favorite part! He absolutely loved it! He attacked it just like he attacks the playground. He was bouncing and flipping all over the place. A big thanks to the Hill's for renting it out to us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PVxaHo4vIc/Tn4HtNRY-HI/AAAAAAAAGJQ/d4CQeW953y4/s1600/_DSC9558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PVxaHo4vIc/Tn4HtNRY-HI/AAAAAAAAGJQ/d4CQeW953y4/s640/_DSC9558.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3xNZiPem_c/Tn4HhqgChiI/AAAAAAAAGHs/Z99YEwya2IU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.29.54+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3xNZiPem_c/Tn4HhqgChiI/AAAAAAAAGHs/Z99YEwya2IU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.29.54+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pCWnOaUfxOg/Tn4HtWyNcCI/AAAAAAAAGJU/U7LxSDd-mrM/s1600/_DSC9564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pCWnOaUfxOg/Tn4HtWyNcCI/AAAAAAAAGJU/U7LxSDd-mrM/s640/_DSC9564.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRsy-0h_Q9k/Tn4Ht8fj69I/AAAAAAAAGJY/fE8HmF70wVY/s1600/_DSC9570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRsy-0h_Q9k/Tn4Ht8fj69I/AAAAAAAAGJY/fE8HmF70wVY/s640/_DSC9570.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uxxcLj5jGRI/Tn4MliUD0yI/AAAAAAAAGKI/qGTSSUHWUOE/s1600/_DSC9612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uxxcLj5jGRI/Tn4MliUD0yI/AAAAAAAAGKI/qGTSSUHWUOE/s640/_DSC9612.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;BEST DAY EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4G2mKRQWfE/Tn4HwfPpl_I/AAAAAAAAGJw/S2cqggpLHms/s1600/_DSC9619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4G2mKRQWfE/Tn4HwfPpl_I/AAAAAAAAGJw/S2cqggpLHms/s640/_DSC9619.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdVK7-8dqG4/Tn4HqCMDhFI/AAAAAAAAGI0/roKnY7hvWys/s1600/_DSC9452.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdVK7-8dqG4/Tn4HqCMDhFI/AAAAAAAAGI0/roKnY7hvWys/s640/_DSC9452.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w84AT_yV6uA/Tn4HqvoZAeI/AAAAAAAAGI4/lYQGoAvjYN4/s1600/_DSC9505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w84AT_yV6uA/Tn4HqvoZAeI/AAAAAAAAGI4/lYQGoAvjYN4/s640/_DSC9505.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Presents! Cole loved every single one of his presents. He did get really mad at me though because I didn't let him play with each one long enough before we moved on to the next one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf0y34rj9_M/Tn4HfTID4II/AAAAAAAAGHk/5HMefcwnNYg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.27.34+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf0y34rj9_M/Tn4HfTID4II/AAAAAAAAGHk/5HMefcwnNYg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.27.34+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He got completely spoiled. I like to think it means he is just really, really loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMLA48GdRLM/Tn4Hq4-LvUI/AAAAAAAAGI8/Tx8gmPkB54c/s1600/_DSC9510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMLA48GdRLM/Tn4Hq4-LvUI/AAAAAAAAGI8/Tx8gmPkB54c/s640/_DSC9510.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fbYMr1ie6mE/Tn4HggUdeaI/AAAAAAAAGHo/TY87LJPqcyY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.28.59+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fbYMr1ie6mE/Tn4HggUdeaI/AAAAAAAAGHo/TY87LJPqcyY/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.28.59+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had an arts and crafts table for the kiddos to make their very own Very Hungry Caterpillars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzk8gvQHHes/Tn4HxN_2WfI/AAAAAAAAGJ4/SsKfVwP5b6w/s1600/_DSC9635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzk8gvQHHes/Tn4HxN_2WfI/AAAAAAAAGJ4/SsKfVwP5b6w/s640/_DSC9635.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course Ben recruited Jason to help him paint his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r01ziRIJ-Y4/Tn4Hee886DI/AAAAAAAAGHg/amOqKJvf_A0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.26.42+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r01ziRIJ-Y4/Tn4Hee886DI/AAAAAAAAGHg/amOqKJvf_A0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-24+at+10.26.42+AM.png" width="640" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Ben wasn't much in the mood for pictures. Big shock. But his best buddy Brynner was!! Brynner's new thing is "power poses." Pretty awesome if you ask me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jIZ4FgoMUbs/Tn4Hulv3svI/AAAAAAAAGJg/rUyuZXm21aI/s1600/_DSC9587.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jIZ4FgoMUbs/Tn4Hulv3svI/AAAAAAAAGJg/rUyuZXm21aI/s640/_DSC9587.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ahhh, love! Today would not have been possible without our Daddy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5yF9YKwOqo/Tn4HuMv3tOI/AAAAAAAAGJc/G5B4nR1zKWw/s1600/_DSC9583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5yF9YKwOqo/Tn4HuMv3tOI/AAAAAAAAGJc/G5B4nR1zKWw/s640/_DSC9583.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This necklace was my present to myself for Cole's birthday. It says, "You are my sunshine." There is also a little "c" hanging on the chain. It is so perfect. It reminds me every day how lucky I am to have such a sunshine baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK-Cttdr8YU/Tn4HoEPciII/AAAAAAAAGIg/AndDJbc-p9I/s1600/_DSC9385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK-Cttdr8YU/Tn4HoEPciII/AAAAAAAAGIg/AndDJbc-p9I/s640/_DSC9385.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aunt Kara with Sally and Adri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjffwHtp-b4/Tn4HlD1konI/AAAAAAAAGIA/F4Ygz2gnqr4/s1600/_DSC9354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjffwHtp-b4/Tn4HlD1konI/AAAAAAAAGIA/F4Ygz2gnqr4/s640/_DSC9354.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They were scoping out the treat table first. Can you blame them? Most of us are die hard Cougar fans. Today was also the big BYU vs. Utah game. Sadly, it didn't end well for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daYLGgzUXVA/Tn4HnzqPjRI/AAAAAAAAGIc/AxrCMsxwVoc/s1600/_DSC9384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daYLGgzUXVA/Tn4HnzqPjRI/AAAAAAAAGIc/AxrCMsxwVoc/s640/_DSC9384.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our lone little Ute was a little grumpy from his nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvtuLVFmAzg/Tn4Hlng7GoI/AAAAAAAAGIE/vyS-FOtYJoQ/s1600/_DSC9356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvtuLVFmAzg/Tn4Hlng7GoI/AAAAAAAAGIE/vyS-FOtYJoQ/s640/_DSC9356.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fh6ysj3naI/Tn4HnSK9oDI/AAAAAAAAGIY/AjAyi5wbq-I/s1600/_DSC9381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fh6ysj3naI/Tn4HnSK9oDI/AAAAAAAAGIY/AjAyi5wbq-I/s640/_DSC9381.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YDqwqiNfpI0/Tn4Hlxl50II/AAAAAAAAGII/YkqIplm6_ao/s1600/_DSC9367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YDqwqiNfpI0/Tn4Hlxl50II/AAAAAAAAGII/YkqIplm6_ao/s640/_DSC9367.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKt90o8lnZA/Tn4Hmjz8seI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/xgJSuw6MYOk/s1600/_DSC9378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKt90o8lnZA/Tn4Hmjz8seI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/xgJSuw6MYOk/s640/_DSC9378.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4LsKuS_i8w/Tn4HvP_bX6I/AAAAAAAAGJk/XPF3rg9Nsa8/s1600/_DSC9594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4LsKuS_i8w/Tn4HvP_bX6I/AAAAAAAAGJk/XPF3rg9Nsa8/s640/_DSC9594.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Did we plan the stripe thing? Nope! I guess we must be family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_tPDEoVLSw/Tn4Hvvs4R1I/AAAAAAAAGJo/twMC_3XNwwk/s1600/_DSC9599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_tPDEoVLSw/Tn4Hvvs4R1I/AAAAAAAAGJo/twMC_3XNwwk/s640/_DSC9599.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben only smiles for pictures when Jason is in them with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGu0gV87FDs/Tn4Hwq7M-aI/AAAAAAAAGJ0/BhV8ba2h86c/s1600/_DSC9622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGu0gV87FDs/Tn4Hwq7M-aI/AAAAAAAAGJ0/BhV8ba2h86c/s640/_DSC9622.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIMDjR72jco/Tn4HyRjBiMI/AAAAAAAAGKE/mpUyjG04b5g/s1600/_DSC9712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIMDjR72jco/Tn4HyRjBiMI/AAAAAAAAGKE/mpUyjG04b5g/s640/_DSC9712.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday little man! We love you so so much!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for being our sunshine!&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/4046492891146558326-7327360831307159736?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/7327360831307159736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-very-hungry-caterpillar.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/7327360831307159736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/7327360831307159736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-very-hungry-caterpillar.html' title='Our Very Hungry Caterpillar'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8OR20oeK7o/Tn4Hk6WaeeI/AAAAAAAAGH8/w8gvaHo1UA8/s72-c/_DSC9335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-2262859869048753146</id><published>2011-09-14T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:33:18.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moZ8A68DbG0/Tnjk5J46haI/AAAAAAAAGG8/7WaSvk_8uVY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.58.24+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moZ8A68DbG0/Tnjk5J46haI/AAAAAAAAGG8/7WaSvk_8uVY/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.58.24+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went to the fair to celebrate Cole's first birthday. The very first thing Ben wanted to do was ride the ferris wheel. Ben loved being able to see everything and go up so high in the air. Cole on the other hand was not so sure about the whole thing. He was a little freaked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqYWwjbtDgs/Tnjk7BPMn0I/AAAAAAAAGHA/mLi66nGB5BQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.58.34+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqYWwjbtDgs/Tnjk7BPMn0I/AAAAAAAAGHA/mLi66nGB5BQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.58.34+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Scott got suckered into a carnival game. Of course he lost. They are designed that way. But in the carny's defense he really did give Scott a very good tutorial that seemed to give away the "secret." But we still walked away empty handed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVRo0BodbH8/Tnjk_9Cp7wI/AAAAAAAAGHU/w8bbSGXvX9w/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.59.52+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVRo0BodbH8/Tnjk_9Cp7wI/AAAAAAAAGHU/w8bbSGXvX9w/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.59.52+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben on the other hand was a carnival game pro! We went over to the kids section where kids win a prize no matter what. We let Ben go first. He shocked us all, even the seasoned carny, when he popped not one, but TWO balloons! He didn't even need dad's help! He won the prize all by himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Cu99pwV4qw/TnjklADvZ7I/AAAAAAAAGF0/u-JqLx-hMbY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.00.01+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Cu99pwV4qw/TnjklADvZ7I/AAAAAAAAGF0/u-JqLx-hMbY/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.00.01+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He picked a snake for his prize. So so scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-X4JXdOgb8/TnjkmN1IR4I/AAAAAAAAGF4/OoyKjEYScCA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.00.13+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-X4JXdOgb8/TnjkmN1IR4I/AAAAAAAAGF4/OoyKjEYScCA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.00.13+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My strong men won a really cool hammer with their super strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GKy1CvqQ0Q/TnjkpV-5yZI/AAAAAAAAGGE/75PXMv9dA18/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.00.40+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GKy1CvqQ0Q/TnjkpV-5yZI/AAAAAAAAGGE/75PXMv9dA18/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.00.40+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben love the helicopter ride. He went on it twice! He loved that he could make it go up and down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqTa0z0JuuI/Tnjk71sBOLI/AAAAAAAAGHE/qG-VfJyc5fc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.58.42+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqTa0z0JuuI/Tnjk71sBOLI/AAAAAAAAGHE/qG-VfJyc5fc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.58.42+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But I think the race car ride was his favorite. Big surprise right? He rode this one twice too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGVARCU1nU/Tnjk9AU7-NI/AAAAAAAAGHI/52IgznPld2Q/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.59.10+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGVARCU1nU/Tnjk9AU7-NI/AAAAAAAAGHI/52IgznPld2Q/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.59.10+PM.png" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWMf1De2pKk/Tnjk-B3Z2DI/AAAAAAAAGHM/uBH1NbgdjTU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.59.33+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWMf1De2pKk/Tnjk-B3Z2DI/AAAAAAAAGHM/uBH1NbgdjTU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.59.33+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zrTnnl88uEw/Tnjk_ORNwgI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/4TCr7FUeERI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.59.41+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zrTnnl88uEw/Tnjk_ORNwgI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/4TCr7FUeERI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.59.41+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQVEppfILAY/TnjkrwXm5-I/AAAAAAAAGGM/oOtKnCLYc_U/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.01.21+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQVEppfILAY/TnjkrwXm5-I/AAAAAAAAGGM/oOtKnCLYc_U/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.01.21+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The bounce house may have been the best dollar we spent at the fair. Five whole minutes of bouncing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfD3dxm5KlU/Tnjk23Zb9II/AAAAAAAAGG0/8VU7Z-eRiUk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.06.12+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfD3dxm5KlU/Tnjk23Zb9II/AAAAAAAAGG0/8VU7Z-eRiUk/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.06.12+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B157Ciwg5Xk/TnjkqVZcZeI/AAAAAAAAGGI/TxLeZJnII0o/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.00.50+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B157Ciwg5Xk/TnjkqVZcZeI/AAAAAAAAGGI/TxLeZJnII0o/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.00.50+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole enjoyed bouncing on the outside of the bounce house. Chick came to the fair with us! I love when she comes home. The only problem is that we all want to play with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipL-AcQvzxs/TnjktAw6GyI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/xS5Ry76EunI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.01.47+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipL-AcQvzxs/TnjktAw6GyI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/xS5Ry76EunI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.01.47+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The carny from the balloon popping tent gave Cole a balloon because it was his birthday. He adores balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Js93tN-rIFE/TnjkuOMK9fI/AAAAAAAAGGU/s5zYyr519VU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.01.58+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Js93tN-rIFE/TnjkuOMK9fI/AAAAAAAAGGU/s5zYyr519VU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.01.58+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you go to the fair, you have to go and see the livestock. It is actually one of my favorite things to do there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHhEX1IrFQw/TnjkveyDrvI/AAAAAAAAGGY/1LuaI2oSyZk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.02.11+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHhEX1IrFQw/TnjkveyDrvI/AAAAAAAAGGY/1LuaI2oSyZk/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.02.11+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There was a brand new baby calf born the same morning as Cole's birthday! So we had to say hello. Cole loved "mooing" back at all the cows. When we passed the big bull cows Ben asked us, "What are those things hanging down?" The family behind us started busted up laughing. We said, "Those are his boys." I am so not prepared for these conversations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt38YbySEkY/TnjkwqvZrVI/AAAAAAAAGGc/QymWPTVlVZs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.02.29+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt38YbySEkY/TnjkwqvZrVI/AAAAAAAAGGc/QymWPTVlVZs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.02.29+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben got to feed the goats peanuts! He was a little timid and the poor goat had to break his neck to get the peanut from Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dz-7ReiNZ10/Tnjkxxl_kwI/AAAAAAAAGGg/lwpgRkv8lC0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.02.40+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dz-7ReiNZ10/Tnjkxxl_kwI/AAAAAAAAGGg/lwpgRkv8lC0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.02.40+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aunt Chick pitched in for Ben to go on a pony ride. I love that he is waiting in line with all the other little girls! Chick told him that he had to give her a big smile if he wanted to ride the pony. The little girls all turned around with Ben to give Chick a smile too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PRakAbNJpgQ/TnjkzKgy6cI/AAAAAAAAGGk/iKKCr-Af6ao/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.02.53+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PRakAbNJpgQ/TnjkzKgy6cI/AAAAAAAAGGk/iKKCr-Af6ao/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.02.53+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't he a cute little cowboy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_FyAvbdMp2U/Tnjkz08ctrI/AAAAAAAAGGo/5lMvTUSFuh4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.03.04+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_FyAvbdMp2U/Tnjkz08ctrI/AAAAAAAAGGo/5lMvTUSFuh4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.03.04+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NF8qBCfYpoc/Tnjk0nutWjI/AAAAAAAAGGs/hFTfZn1r98s/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.03.14+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NF8qBCfYpoc/Tnjk0nutWjI/AAAAAAAAGGs/hFTfZn1r98s/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.03.14+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k6dHhJhGy10/Tnjk1u81ENI/AAAAAAAAGGw/YnUj3XvYHcE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.03.24+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k6dHhJhGy10/Tnjk1u81ENI/AAAAAAAAGGw/YnUj3XvYHcE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.03.24+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EM8CpeuyDJw/Tnjk3yppNnI/AAAAAAAAGG4/DbLvlgyON-A/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.07.29+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EM8CpeuyDJw/Tnjk3yppNnI/AAAAAAAAGG4/DbLvlgyON-A/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.07.29+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben desperately wanted to ride on the big slide. He was bummed that he couldn't go by himself, but luckily he decided that he was okay with going with dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAfzez3SLJI/TnjknIfFaWI/AAAAAAAAGF8/T5tQAOXJoB4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.00.21+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAfzez3SLJI/TnjknIfFaWI/AAAAAAAAGF8/T5tQAOXJoB4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.00.21+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a cute family and what a fun day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSwGv-svD88/TnjkoXRh3pI/AAAAAAAAGGA/bdh6REZa9mM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.00.30+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSwGv-svD88/TnjkoXRh3pI/AAAAAAAAGGA/bdh6REZa9mM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+1.00.30+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday little C!&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/4046492891146558326-2262859869048753146?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/2262859869048753146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/09/utah-state-fair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/2262859869048753146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/2262859869048753146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/09/utah-state-fair.html' title='Utah State Fair'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moZ8A68DbG0/Tnjk5J46haI/AAAAAAAAGG8/7WaSvk_8uVY/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+12.58.24+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-6839396602028882186</id><published>2011-09-14T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:04:38.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cole is 1!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7Fl76qvxWY/TnIK43UFc2I/AAAAAAAAGFY/0V5wKv2jtr4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.23.43+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7Fl76qvxWY/TnIK43UFc2I/AAAAAAAAGFY/0V5wKv2jtr4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.23.43+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I cannot believe he is one! I am in complete denial that my baby will soon be leaving the baby stage and becoming a toddler! I am so so sad. I love this little ball of sunshine and wish he could be my sweet cuddly ball of sunshine forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MBooCY-Dxw/TnIK5ro7QCI/AAAAAAAAGFc/U4h9b_bZmKs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.23.50+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MBooCY-Dxw/TnIK5ro7QCI/AAAAAAAAGFc/U4h9b_bZmKs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.23.50+AM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He slept in until 10:00 am this morning! When he woke up Ben was already at preschool, so we did a morning celebration with just mommy and daddy and Cole. He ate a lovely breakfast of blueberry cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmKmKeYA-MA/TnIK8ctp_CI/AAAAAAAAGFo/3TFT8-lfQkM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.24.18+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmKmKeYA-MA/TnIK8ctp_CI/AAAAAAAAGFo/3TFT8-lfQkM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.24.18+AM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxITateWVEs/TnIK6rZfK4I/AAAAAAAAGFg/e1mvuaA-P_o/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.23.59+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxITateWVEs/TnIK6rZfK4I/AAAAAAAAGFg/e1mvuaA-P_o/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.23.59+AM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And he savored every single bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dh88eC2ALKU/TnIK7ftu5KI/AAAAAAAAGFk/hw4WI-8g5Pc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.24.07+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dh88eC2ALKU/TnIK7ftu5KI/AAAAAAAAGFk/hw4WI-8g5Pc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.24.07+AM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6eFQpL_9lA/TnIEE-N_XxI/AAAAAAAAGEc/Go-PEEebQ2g/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-14+at+9.25.43+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think he ate three muffins all by himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wiPzUXiYu5g/TnIK2GOKJ4I/AAAAAAAAGFM/_0ZvttE93wY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.23.16+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wiPzUXiYu5g/TnIK2GOKJ4I/AAAAAAAAGFM/_0ZvttE93wY/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.23.16+AM.png" width="518" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He loved playing in the balloons we had waiting for him to tell him "Happy Birthday!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTz-kCt90WE/TnIK3J8OIGI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/fPQ_y5uf4dQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.23.25+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTz-kCt90WE/TnIK3J8OIGI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/fPQ_y5uf4dQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.23.25+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHEYpvc8XxM/TnIEBAkXQkI/AAAAAAAAGEI/6SaBLBNn2s8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-14+at+9.25.04+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dXsOXH19fUo/TnIK9Y9BBpI/AAAAAAAAGFs/3sFM18rAGcI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.24.30+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After all those muffins, and playing, he sure was thirsty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EbshIi0XWXM/TnIK-OIgZ0I/AAAAAAAAGFw/qHXNx6OF6ZU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.24.38+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EbshIi0XWXM/TnIK-OIgZ0I/AAAAAAAAGFw/qHXNx6OF6ZU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.24.38+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday little man! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EerlbY97j50/TnIIHbktFDI/AAAAAAAAGFE/UyTkCEbJxcg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.07.01+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EerlbY97j50/TnIIHbktFDI/AAAAAAAAGFE/UyTkCEbJxcg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.07.01+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was Cole's favorite present that he opened today. He loves anything that he can throw, especially balls. It kept both boys entertained for a long time. So fun to watch them play together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmyfkuOiWcc/TnIH_a_OiOI/AAAAAAAAGFA/Xuq5eviItn0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.12.53+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmyfkuOiWcc/TnIH_a_OiOI/AAAAAAAAGFA/Xuq5eviItn0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.12.53+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_JIup7xybE/TnIIIWFEGdI/AAAAAAAAGFI/GL7-urYW-AU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.10.50+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_JIup7xybE/TnIIIWFEGdI/AAAAAAAAGFI/GL7-urYW-AU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.10.50+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-6839396602028882186?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/6839396602028882186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/09/cole-is-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/6839396602028882186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/6839396602028882186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/09/cole-is-1.html' title='Cole is 1!!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7Fl76qvxWY/TnIK43UFc2I/AAAAAAAAGFY/0V5wKv2jtr4/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-09-15+at+8.23.43+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-5836579141282997998</id><published>2011-09-09T12:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T12:29:00.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lake powell again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYx71mp0nic/TmZnaWealxI/AAAAAAAAGDo/Ov-LKwRkZSs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.01.26+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYx71mp0nic/TmZnaWealxI/AAAAAAAAGDo/Ov-LKwRkZSs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.01.26+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;How spoiled are we? Pretty darn! Two full weeks at Lake Powell this year. What a perfect summer! Warning: There are a lot of pictures in the post simply because I ran out of energy trying to narrow them down. So enjoy every second of our trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMSzgNwCUv0/TmZmmivX2GI/AAAAAAAAGAo/iNP6KDDVIx0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.52.52+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMSzgNwCUv0/TmZmmivX2GI/AAAAAAAAGAo/iNP6KDDVIx0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.52.52+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben was our fearless beach explorer. He loved to go on hunts for bugs. His bug capturing ventures were not so successful. But Uncle Davis and daddy helped him catch . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnkXjroAvS4/TmZmnW602nI/AAAAAAAAGAs/o0uQ1tTFZAc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.52.59+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnkXjroAvS4/TmZmnW602nI/AAAAAAAAGAs/o0uQ1tTFZAc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.52.59+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A FROG! Can you believe it? I was shocked that Ben kept picking it up. I thought he would be terrified of it. But no way! He loved picking him up and showing him off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-vfU-jOe5Y/TmZmoDyYwiI/AAAAAAAAGAw/sVyWW7rso_8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.53.06+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-vfU-jOe5Y/TmZmoDyYwiI/AAAAAAAAGAw/sVyWW7rso_8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.53.06+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbpUbQ2khHs/TmZmo2ZtNdI/AAAAAAAAGA0/8YreRjli3-g/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.53.13+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbpUbQ2khHs/TmZmo2ZtNdI/AAAAAAAAGA0/8YreRjli3-g/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.53.13+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We made a makeshift terrarium for him out of a tote. Ben loved filling it up with dirt and rocks and water for the "little fehwa" (little fellow). The only problem was that this frog had some serious hops! He kept hopping out! Ben would run around trying to catch him screaming, "Escape! Escape! Help me!" Uncle Davis or Daddy would rush to the rescue and pull the poor little frog out of his hiding place under a log. We eventually convinced Ben that the frog needed to go find his mommy and the frog was released unharmed. Although, the emotional stress may be irreversible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qB_vJg6BBB4/TmZmqpQJXRI/AAAAAAAAGA4/WXxpPjmSr88/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.53.34+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qB_vJg6BBB4/TmZmqpQJXRI/AAAAAAAAGA4/WXxpPjmSr88/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.53.34+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma and Grandpa Bruderer brought squirt guns for us to play with! Ben thought it was hilarious to shoot everyone, all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbHH6cpVHBY/TmZmlTk8T7I/AAAAAAAAGAk/NQzQEuW40Lo/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.52.43+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbHH6cpVHBY/TmZmlTk8T7I/AAAAAAAAGAk/NQzQEuW40Lo/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.52.43+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole loved playing on the beach in the sand. Which was usually followed by his other favorite activity: a bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rm0Z0XegNLc/TmZmtK3bVnI/AAAAAAAAGBA/2mGMzLs4ZA8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.53.52+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rm0Z0XegNLc/TmZmtK3bVnI/AAAAAAAAGBA/2mGMzLs4ZA8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.53.52+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQZ1Sqv4eHo/TmZmt1WrUhI/AAAAAAAAGBE/7ukaQ0hJt8U/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.01+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQZ1Sqv4eHo/TmZmt1WrUhI/AAAAAAAAGBE/7ukaQ0hJt8U/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.01+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwgQUFrzwIw/TmZmuiWXCWI/AAAAAAAAGBI/MvTkD_CV8Us/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.09+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwgQUFrzwIw/TmZmuiWXCWI/AAAAAAAAGBI/MvTkD_CV8Us/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.09+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dingy rides are Ben's favorite part of Lake Powell. We had a couple this year so Grandpa Clark got in on the fun too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-723dvpp3hsM/TmZmxyHnm7I/AAAAAAAAGBQ/_ehvX5VmmDE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.25+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-723dvpp3hsM/TmZmxyHnm7I/AAAAAAAAGBQ/_ehvX5VmmDE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.25+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mhL13rjf3Os/TmZm4cDdU2I/AAAAAAAAGBo/TOIfeUXHcL0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.16+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mhL13rjf3Os/TmZm4cDdU2I/AAAAAAAAGBo/TOIfeUXHcL0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.16+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The newest addition to our houseboat this year was two kayaks! So much fun! Lots of adventures were had aboard these vessels. Scott took Sally to Mermaid Island and Ben raced his cousins, with the help of Aunts and Uncles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_81w5BbObE/TmZnJ_Kfj7I/AAAAAAAAGCo/mOt3Pm2IeLw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.58.19+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_81w5BbObE/TmZnJ_Kfj7I/AAAAAAAAGCo/mOt3Pm2IeLw/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.58.19+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole didn't make it out to the lake in a kayak, but he enjoyed them on the shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60tBjs4wx4g/TmZnK39LJVI/AAAAAAAAGCs/yYrSzv5x_rg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.58.29+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60tBjs4wx4g/TmZnK39LJVI/AAAAAAAAGCs/yYrSzv5x_rg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.58.29+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JplNPFG8EE/TmZm9Squo5I/AAAAAAAAGB8/tu_fNKzi4tA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.06+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JplNPFG8EE/TmZm9Squo5I/AAAAAAAAGB8/tu_fNKzi4tA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.06+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everybody got in on the fishing action this year. Sally and Steve caught a very large bluegill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qDjaPd5Cvww/TmZnFPeOKKI/AAAAAAAAGCY/FdsuwxAMcUc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.57.16+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qDjaPd5Cvww/TmZnFPeOKKI/AAAAAAAAGCY/FdsuwxAMcUc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.57.16+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Scott and Jason and Ben reeled in quite a few more bluegills and a baby striper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EhjzZXQDG6o/TmZnDmQdoOI/AAAAAAAAGCU/0xzQs-is-Do/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.56+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EhjzZXQDG6o/TmZnDmQdoOI/AAAAAAAAGCU/0xzQs-is-Do/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.56+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uL79PxeRM_A/TmZnG8zI6rI/AAAAAAAAGCc/mH2SCkqLHjk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.57.35+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uL79PxeRM_A/TmZnG8zI6rI/AAAAAAAAGCc/mH2SCkqLHjk/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.57.35+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewGgMa4dWKY/TmZnHzFfZdI/AAAAAAAAGCg/Ar0vfBOzUYc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.57.45+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewGgMa4dWKY/TmZnHzFfZdI/AAAAAAAAGCg/Ar0vfBOzUYc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.57.45+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6D89IKy4Km4/TmZnJL1-fdI/AAAAAAAAGCk/Y15qEiCJin0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.57.54+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6D89IKy4Km4/TmZnJL1-fdI/AAAAAAAAGCk/Y15qEiCJin0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.57.54+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ2qVVIXQxc/TmZm5vNdEiI/AAAAAAAAGBs/TKtc6ienndo/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.27+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ2qVVIXQxc/TmZm5vNdEiI/AAAAAAAAGBs/TKtc6ienndo/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.27+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben of course had to hold his fish. Poor fish. I kept trying to explain to him that the fish needed to stay in the water or he would die, but he just wanted to love him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7zh0pX66nw/TmZm6h6ylVI/AAAAAAAAGBw/M4fmpwGDPug/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.36+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7zh0pX66nw/TmZm6h6ylVI/AAAAAAAAGBw/M4fmpwGDPug/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.36+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He wanted me to have a turn holding the fish too. I declined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mupqyKaxOB8/TmZm7c4ZoyI/AAAAAAAAGB0/q-XVIIW7grk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.49+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mupqyKaxOB8/TmZm7c4ZoyI/AAAAAAAAGB0/q-XVIIW7grk/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.49+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNUGbnzJOVo/TmZm8Qp3Y-I/AAAAAAAAGB4/3U4j-dgqXCM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.57+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNUGbnzJOVo/TmZm8Qp3Y-I/AAAAAAAAGB4/3U4j-dgqXCM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.57+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We filled this whole tote up with fish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RN6G9CPX0PQ/TmZnCp3yLII/AAAAAAAAGCQ/U9ilMYmHNgE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.48+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RN6G9CPX0PQ/TmZnCp3yLII/AAAAAAAAGCQ/U9ilMYmHNgE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.48+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben decided they looked hungry. So he fed them some dirt. We released all the fish back to their natural habit, hopefully mostly alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x60nfvIkRW4/TmZm-immilI/AAAAAAAAGCA/8lCKz1Oa3xo/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.16+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x60nfvIkRW4/TmZm-immilI/AAAAAAAAGCA/8lCKz1Oa3xo/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.16+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I asked Ben to give me his best Lake Powell smile. Yup. That is it. Awesome right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj6c8jnL5v0/TmZnL3l97YI/AAAAAAAAGCw/AA69JOrBpzg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.58.39+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj6c8jnL5v0/TmZnL3l97YI/AAAAAAAAGCw/AA69JOrBpzg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.58.39+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A trip to Lake Powell wouldn't be a trip to Lake Powell without a few misadventures along the way. This year we backed up over the wakeboard rope. Oops. So Linda and Davis to the rescue! Our fearless scuba divers attempted Clark's makeshift oxygen line, but sadly it had a leak in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lQeo-nV0IyA/TmZnNfWezdI/AAAAAAAAGC0/P1sEbGHtv5w/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.58.51+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lQeo-nV0IyA/TmZnNfWezdI/AAAAAAAAGC0/P1sEbGHtv5w/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.58.51+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But never fear!! Our stalwart divers used everything fro pliers to kitchen knives to free the rope and were successful. The boat was up and running in no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbytPEE_8qU/TmZnOgCSs4I/AAAAAAAAGC4/P2dK7FEzMcI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.59.00+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbytPEE_8qU/TmZnOgCSs4I/AAAAAAAAGC4/P2dK7FEzMcI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.59.00+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bGlJR8oAqc/TmZmzPjTxgI/AAAAAAAAGBU/F08O_nIDxpE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.34+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bGlJR8oAqc/TmZmzPjTxgI/AAAAAAAAGBU/F08O_nIDxpE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.34+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh little Coley. What a guy. He loved to drive the boat and shake his booty too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bEbns16X5rI/TmZm0QXCKBI/AAAAAAAAGBY/fEcACCyWvgw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.43+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bEbns16X5rI/TmZm0QXCKBI/AAAAAAAAGBY/fEcACCyWvgw/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.43+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjGXVOR-x4Q/TmZm1ds0paI/AAAAAAAAGBc/ajU-NzsuBA8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.51+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjGXVOR-x4Q/TmZm1ds0paI/AAAAAAAAGBc/ajU-NzsuBA8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.51+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPNiWIJT23M/TmZm2fVCLnI/AAAAAAAAGBg/nuPVqrj1NpQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.01+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPNiWIJT23M/TmZm2fVCLnI/AAAAAAAAGBg/nuPVqrj1NpQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.01+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't even tell you what a Cole face this is. He makes this face all the time! I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbUxPePkdy4/TmZm21RAI0I/AAAAAAAAGBk/bP3EkQrow3w/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.09+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbUxPePkdy4/TmZm21RAI0I/AAAAAAAAGBk/bP3EkQrow3w/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.55.09+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is his, "I am way too tired for this, mom" face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ioyth2QWt1U/TmZmvx0I8wI/AAAAAAAAGBM/kNHJw1qug2I/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.17+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ioyth2QWt1U/TmZmvx0I8wI/AAAAAAAAGBM/kNHJw1qug2I/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.54.17+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This picture proves that I should probably be last in line for a Mother of the Year Award. Firstly, because my child is playing with an electrical outlet. Secondly, I am obviously watching him do it because I am photographing it. Way to go me. He loves outlets. All of our at home are plugged, so whenever he finds and empty one, you can bet he is jamming his fingers in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbcPp4_YQKM/TmZnAqcpZNI/AAAAAAAAGCI/o37naryYD40/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.34+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbcPp4_YQKM/TmZnAqcpZNI/AAAAAAAAGCI/o37naryYD40/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.34+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jIsO50CXUoE/TmZnB8wP-CI/AAAAAAAAGCM/YfztGRvHb3w/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.41+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jIsO50CXUoE/TmZnB8wP-CI/AAAAAAAAGCM/YfztGRvHb3w/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.41+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35ioY-HgFZ8/TmZm_gjbsqI/AAAAAAAAGCE/B2LyLYxtZzo/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.26+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35ioY-HgFZ8/TmZm_gjbsqI/AAAAAAAAGCE/B2LyLYxtZzo/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.56.26+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8DqeEQR3ec/TmZnPtIje8I/AAAAAAAAGC8/i3d0qRjE5wc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.59.13+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8DqeEQR3ec/TmZnPtIje8I/AAAAAAAAGC8/i3d0qRjE5wc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.59.13+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole was not a fan of his life jacket unless he was on the ski boat and it was moving . . . fast. So to avoid the life jacket we spend a lot of time playing in the shallows on the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5CWo7mV1b98/TmZmsG8sBSI/AAAAAAAAGA8/4FXlDxWbo2I/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.53.42+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5CWo7mV1b98/TmZmsG8sBSI/AAAAAAAAGA8/4FXlDxWbo2I/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.53.42+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyone is gunning to be Cole's favorite. It may be too early to tell, but I am pretty sure that Davis is a front runner. He LOVES Davis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hG73nr-qIsk/TmZnQxIGy-I/AAAAAAAAGDA/TAOawQjRjKI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.59.33+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hG73nr-qIsk/TmZnQxIGy-I/AAAAAAAAGDA/TAOawQjRjKI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.59.33+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGac7MR8C3Y/TmZnSHdjhSI/AAAAAAAAGDE/iV_luE8z1jc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.59.42+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGac7MR8C3Y/TmZnSHdjhSI/AAAAAAAAGDE/iV_luE8z1jc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.59.42+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma Linda is always a favorite because she take the boys on adventures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RkXJfmyVRZY/TmZnU-8YgQI/AAAAAAAAGDQ/I7KXOHLwqb8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.00.12+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RkXJfmyVRZY/TmZnU-8YgQI/AAAAAAAAGDQ/I7KXOHLwqb8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.00.12+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wokz-w097ts/TmZnVlTv5vI/AAAAAAAAGDU/RzZdzb1ZDCM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.00.23+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wokz-w097ts/TmZnVlTv5vI/AAAAAAAAGDU/RzZdzb1ZDCM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.00.23+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is pretty good at coaching rock throwing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3YSE6cHEFOs/TmZnS191SYI/AAAAAAAAGDI/O2JFGWwx8ic/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.59.52+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3YSE6cHEFOs/TmZnS191SYI/AAAAAAAAGDI/O2JFGWwx8ic/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+8.59.52+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa Clark is a big softie for the boys. They love it when he plays trucks and cars with them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aIqRss7k7wc/TmZnT8ZRk3I/AAAAAAAAGDM/EmjwVYMhVzM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.00.00+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aIqRss7k7wc/TmZnT8ZRk3I/AAAAAAAAGDM/EmjwVYMhVzM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.00.00+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4Vlj3kv4-k/TmZnXz8yCLI/AAAAAAAAGDc/_yPC4lyxM_U/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.01.03+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4Vlj3kv4-k/TmZnXz8yCLI/AAAAAAAAGDc/_yPC4lyxM_U/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.01.03+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course Ben and his best buddy ever, Uncle Jason. Notice how he smiles so nice for pictures with Uncle Jason? Stinker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5woWfO9oB4/TmZnWz1BV6I/AAAAAAAAGDY/K9ppmdm1lkQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.00.54+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5woWfO9oB4/TmZnWz1BV6I/AAAAAAAAGDY/K9ppmdm1lkQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.00.54+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAzuek1GwB0/TmZnYqEawTI/AAAAAAAAGDg/UYTk1Sojo6Y/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.01.10+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAzuek1GwB0/TmZnYqEawTI/AAAAAAAAGDg/UYTk1Sojo6Y/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.01.10+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f810hVmkf0g/TmZnZZWUeQI/AAAAAAAAGDk/p1bH0HNbMdY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.01.19+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f810hVmkf0g/TmZnZZWUeQI/AAAAAAAAGDk/p1bH0HNbMdY/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.01.19+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a fun trip!&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/4046492891146558326-5836579141282997998?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/5836579141282997998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/09/lake-powell-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/5836579141282997998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/5836579141282997998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/09/lake-powell-again.html' title='lake powell again!!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYx71mp0nic/TmZnaWealxI/AAAAAAAAGDo/Ov-LKwRkZSs/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.01.26+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-2598192014492573475</id><published>2011-09-07T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T12:25:34.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's official!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ltbPNOgZQA/Tme1XItdviI/AAAAAAAAGDw/504wGmhRLpY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-07+at+12.16.18+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ltbPNOgZQA/Tme1XItdviI/AAAAAAAAGDw/504wGmhRLpY/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-07+at+12.16.18+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben is officially in preschool! Today was his very first day! He has been so excited all summer long. I think he asked me every day if it was&amp;nbsp; the day to go to preschool. We have been talking about and prepping for preschool for weeks. But I  was afraid that when we actually got there he would freak out and not  want me to leave. Boy, was I shocked when he walked right in without  even looking back! He didn't even come give me a hug and kiss!! When I  picked him up he said, "Mom, preschool is so much fun!" I am so thrilled  that today turned out way better than I thought possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GT2rfV_g-Ik/Tme1WM4pRCI/AAAAAAAAGDs/xmD93CS5yL8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-07+at+12.16.09+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GT2rfV_g-Ik/Tme1WM4pRCI/AAAAAAAAGDs/xmD93CS5yL8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-07+at+12.16.09+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Check out that sweet Lightning McQueen backpack! Today the kids were doing show and tell about their summer. So we made a little photo album with lots of Lake Powell pictures for him to show his class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WutkHadcx24/Tme1YDXnU7I/AAAAAAAAGD0/uYVyRgiaAhU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-07+at+12.16.33+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WutkHadcx24/Tme1YDXnU7I/AAAAAAAAGD0/uYVyRgiaAhU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-07+at+12.16.33+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He wanted to be sure to let me know how big he is! So so big! Where is my baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydK0Mnl3RRE/Tme1h9H0KWI/AAAAAAAAGEA/El4XkxMvxFg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-07+at+12.16.41+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydK0Mnl3RRE/Tme1h9H0KWI/AAAAAAAAGEA/El4XkxMvxFg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-07+at+12.16.41+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VUrB3aaxmhU/Tme1fIfg52I/AAAAAAAAGD8/zwxP8YK2LkM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-07+at+12.16.56+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VUrB3aaxmhU/Tme1fIfg52I/AAAAAAAAGD8/zwxP8YK2LkM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-07+at+12.16.56+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-2598192014492573475?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/2598192014492573475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-official.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/2598192014492573475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/2598192014492573475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-official.html' title='it&apos;s official!!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ltbPNOgZQA/Tme1XItdviI/AAAAAAAAGDw/504wGmhRLpY/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-09-07+at+12.16.18+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-1639650166708162619</id><published>2011-09-04T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:29:30.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lovies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tIQtOiIP8tk/TmQ_rGCxogI/AAAAAAAAGAQ/L_jtn_bWXfA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.03.22+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tIQtOiIP8tk/TmQ_rGCxogI/AAAAAAAAGAQ/L_jtn_bWXfA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.03.22+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben has had his "Bit" since the day he was born. Uncle Erik gave it to him. He has been Ben's constant companion for 3 and a half years. He adores him. He brings him everywhere. Sadly, the original Bit was lost on our trip to California. We had a backup for such an emergency, but he knew the difference. How did he know? Aside from the new one being astronomically cleaner. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-ziVz3m5Dw/TmQ_p2baaPI/AAAAAAAAGAM/xmtLLDT59gk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.03.13+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-ziVz3m5Dw/TmQ_p2baaPI/AAAAAAAAGAM/xmtLLDT59gk/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.03.13+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It didn't pass the face test. Ben has always rubbed his bit on his face like this. This is the first time I have snagged a shot of it. Fortunately, the new Bit has been accepted and loved just as the first one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NGNHPyMMmf0/TmRAGVjHiHI/AAAAAAAAGAg/WbXtWI38_3w/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.20.38+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NGNHPyMMmf0/TmRAGVjHiHI/AAAAAAAAGAg/WbXtWI38_3w/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.20.38+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZS5KFiyoznw/TmQ_sH9_-dI/AAAAAAAAGAU/kA_dbyS0r10/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.14.22+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZS5KFiyoznw/TmQ_sH9_-dI/AAAAAAAAGAU/kA_dbyS0r10/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.14.22+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There was a huge blessing to losing Bit. Coley got Penguin (no name yet). If we hadn't lost Bit, Aunt Kiersten might not have sent us Penguin with another backup Bit. Cole loves his Penguin. He always snuggles him to his face with one hand, while grabbing his beak with the other. So dang cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-NoDkIQc5s/TmQ_tULIRfI/AAAAAAAAGAY/8wpRPqosb9A/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.15.56+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-NoDkIQc5s/TmQ_tULIRfI/AAAAAAAAGAY/8wpRPqosb9A/s640/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.15.56+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hooray for lovies! And Hooray for Aunts and Uncles who love my boys so much!&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/4046492891146558326-1639650166708162619?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/1639650166708162619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/09/lovies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1639650166708162619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1639650166708162619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/09/lovies.html' title='lovies'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tIQtOiIP8tk/TmQ_rGCxogI/AAAAAAAAGAQ/L_jtn_bWXfA/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-09-04+at+9.03.22+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-5617192646651320257</id><published>2011-08-31T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:56:07.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>preschool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6yKLM_gdu_c/Tl5ztWSbFsI/AAAAAAAAF-s/4hJswYdvGf4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-31+at+11.44.06+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6yKLM_gdu_c/Tl5ztWSbFsI/AAAAAAAAF-s/4hJswYdvGf4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-31+at+11.44.06+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay, okay he is not officially in preschool yet. But we did go to orientation at his school! He was so excited. We ended up leaving way too early and taking a very scenic route to preschool because he was itching to go so bad. His preschool is going to be so much fun. I am so excited for him. His teacher is awesome and she has so many fun things planned for these kids this year. I do not have preschool talents at all. I feel so blessed to have found a preschool with a teacher who is so excited, energetic and invested. I am not so sad about this milestone, but that may change the first day I drop him off for real. He is so ready for this. He can't wait. He keeps reminding me that I can't come to preschool, its only for big kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXiAOUWjF-E/Tl51lq9TO_I/AAAAAAAAF-0/pCT5ysH2H-U/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-31+at+11.54.57+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXiAOUWjF-E/Tl51lq9TO_I/AAAAAAAAF-0/pCT5ysH2H-U/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-31+at+11.54.57+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love you big kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FGFpiYctcCc/Tl51jw4z91I/AAAAAAAAF-w/NlNNFpCnk7M/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-31+at+11.54.48+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FGFpiYctcCc/Tl51jw4z91I/AAAAAAAAF-w/NlNNFpCnk7M/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-31+at+11.54.48+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsOmmfEt1Zw/Tl5zqb2ymcI/AAAAAAAAF-k/3XkR9c1AyMA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-31+at+11.37.00+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oDoy6HkRsss/Tl5zsd-qV2I/AAAAAAAAF-o/5TfLplZd7Q4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-31+at+11.37.59+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-5617192646651320257?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/5617192646651320257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/preschool.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/5617192646651320257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/5617192646651320257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/preschool.html' title='preschool!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6yKLM_gdu_c/Tl5ztWSbFsI/AAAAAAAAF-s/4hJswYdvGf4/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-08-31+at+11.44.06+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-7822986673455458974</id><published>2011-08-31T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:11:06.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>first trip to the dentist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3_H3v0YGlo/Tl5N5m8ycVI/AAAAAAAAF-g/D2rN0Jki7uw/s1600/IMG_1064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3_H3v0YGlo/Tl5N5m8ycVI/AAAAAAAAF-g/D2rN0Jki7uw/s640/IMG_1064.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvL2myhF12M/Tl5N5aBm7NI/AAAAAAAAF-c/cUo3Y5hmhdo/s1600/IMG_1061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvL2myhF12M/Tl5N5aBm7NI/AAAAAAAAF-c/cUo3Y5hmhdo/s640/IMG_1061.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We went to go see Dr. Steve last week, aka Uncle Steve. It was Ben's first successful trip to the dentist. The last time we went he was terrified and exhausted. He ended up falling asleep in the corner. But this time he was a superstar!! He took a ride in Uncle Steve's fancy chair. He tried on a cool glove, just like Uncle Steve's. He wore the super cool dude sunglasses so the light wouldn't get in his eyes! He completed the picture by wearing the giant bib. The best part was that Ben let Steve do a full exam! He even had his teeth polished and did a fluoride treatment! Ben is getting so big. It is exciting and depressing at the same time. I love watching him grow up and try new things and be brave. But it is hard to watch him leave toddler-hood behind him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-7822986673455458974?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/7822986673455458974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-trip-to-dentist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/7822986673455458974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/7822986673455458974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-trip-to-dentist.html' title='first trip to the dentist!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3_H3v0YGlo/Tl5N5m8ycVI/AAAAAAAAF-g/D2rN0Jki7uw/s72-c/IMG_1064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-5434761246324329310</id><published>2011-08-31T08:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T12:33:31.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ben gets to go on the boys camp out this year. Last year Daddy, Uncle Steve, and Uncle Jason went camping without him. I thought his heart was going to break in his chest. He cried and cried and cried. It almost broke my heart. So this year when the boys decided that Ben and Weston could come, Ben and I jumped for joy. This morning I asked him if he was excited about the trip. This is how our conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ben! Are you so excited to go camping with the boys this weekend?"&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Yeah. But its a boys trip. You can't come. But you will be in my heart. And I go fishing with Uncle Jason and catch a catfish wif wong (long) tencles (tentacles aka whiskers)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost teared up. "You will be in my heart?" What three year old says that? I wish I knew where he came up with this stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-5434761246324329310?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/5434761246324329310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/camping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/5434761246324329310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/5434761246324329310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/camping.html' title='camping'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-4676325662220039827</id><published>2011-08-25T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:54:41.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBsgbgPyc38/TlcPkHwKtCI/AAAAAAAAF9k/iCyV8Soi3cA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.08.40+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBsgbgPyc38/TlcPkHwKtCI/AAAAAAAAF9k/iCyV8Soi3cA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.08.40+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another month has come and gone and once again we were at Lake Powell. Lucky us! Cole has turned into a real Powell baby. I couldn't keep him out of the sand and water. He loved the boat when it was moving, but was not okay sitting around in his life jacket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_LqLHKzdcvY/TlcPtNue2aI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/4E0wTQd5dTs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.13.45+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_LqLHKzdcvY/TlcPtNue2aI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/4E0wTQd5dTs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.13.45+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole is obsessed with books. Any kind of book: board books, magazines, novels, etc. If it opens and closes and has pages; he wants it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qBnDF3JAsA/TlcPq0fas0I/AAAAAAAAF-E/GzFpaP6aawU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.09.58+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qBnDF3JAsA/TlcPq0fas0I/AAAAAAAAF-E/GzFpaP6aawU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.09.58+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He officially says: "mama," "dada", and "dow" or "daw" for dog. He will roar like a lion, and say "vvrroooom" when he drives cars on the ground. Cars have become a very recent discovery. He has figured out how to crawl and push them along at the same time. Yesterday was the first time he tested out a walking push toy thing. Now he won't stop. Ben loves it because he finally has someone to race! They race back and forth across the living room all day. There has been a little jealousy over the grocery cart push toy. Ben thinks he is attached. Cole really really wants it because there is a shopping list on it that flips back and forth like a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfL0ab9hoeg/TlcPp1djG_I/AAAAAAAAF-A/txzDCpITHzA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.09.43+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfL0ab9hoeg/TlcPp1djG_I/AAAAAAAAF-A/txzDCpITHzA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.09.43+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that the beginnings of some curls? Oh please, please say it is true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHeBYl1n5Vo/TlcPsjPspwI/AAAAAAAAF-M/L8NXfhWmojI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.13.18+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHeBYl1n5Vo/TlcPsjPspwI/AAAAAAAAF-M/L8NXfhWmojI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.13.18+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two shots were taken back to back. Yes he is snuggling my leg! He is such a tender, sweet, snuggly guy. So so easy to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TC4V30MD90Y/TlcPnEM_MaI/AAAAAAAAF90/Oaooc0n3F_c/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.09.12+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TC4V30MD90Y/TlcPnEM_MaI/AAAAAAAAF90/Oaooc0n3F_c/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.09.12+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole's favorite part of Powell may have been his own personal swimming pool. This tote normally sits on the front of the houseboat for people to wash off their feet before coming back in from the sandy beach. Cole used it as his personal splash pool. We did use it for baths too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5WQCw7r7FHk/TlcPkxCTzpI/AAAAAAAAF9o/kkmwOTdq9EE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.08.47+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5WQCw7r7FHk/TlcPkxCTzpI/AAAAAAAAF9o/kkmwOTdq9EE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.08.47+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VbsNU1O6bLc/TlcPloSVMtI/AAAAAAAAF9s/08M6oyGj4o8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.08.58+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VbsNU1O6bLc/TlcPloSVMtI/AAAAAAAAF9s/08M6oyGj4o8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.08.58+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSciiNM10XQ/TlcPmTll3TI/AAAAAAAAF9w/ct_x33-bIqA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.09.05+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSciiNM10XQ/TlcPmTll3TI/AAAAAAAAF9w/ct_x33-bIqA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.09.05+PM.png" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MArHRbp9Azk/TlcPoJJSYJI/AAAAAAAAF94/BvDdM8WFCH0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.09.21+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MArHRbp9Azk/TlcPoJJSYJI/AAAAAAAAF94/BvDdM8WFCH0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.09.21+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N41BEq7U194/TlcPo3MjDOI/AAAAAAAAF98/vr5wcL_T8HI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.09.28+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N41BEq7U194/TlcPo3MjDOI/AAAAAAAAF98/vr5wcL_T8HI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.09.28+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't even tell you how often Cole makes this face. The best part is that it has a sound that goes with it. He sucks in his breath and says, "OOOOHHHHHHH!!" It is so dang cute!! He does it every time he gets excited about something. Which is pretty much all the time: whenever I pull food out of the fridge, every time he sees a dog, whenever he opens a book, when he sees a car go by, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rdl2ESgEAFw/TlcPrxf1MwI/AAAAAAAAF-I/t8YgZRQSPAA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.10.06+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="552" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rdl2ESgEAFw/TlcPrxf1MwI/AAAAAAAAF-I/t8YgZRQSPAA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.10.06+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is so typical of Cole. He loves to give loves. He always has a hug and a kiss for me. If he hasn't seen us for two minutes he lets us know how much he missed us with one of these sweet cuddles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you little man!!&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/4046492891146558326-4676325662220039827?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/4676325662220039827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/11-months-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4676325662220039827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4676325662220039827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/11-months-old.html' title='11 months old!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBsgbgPyc38/TlcPkHwKtCI/AAAAAAAAF9k/iCyV8Soi3cA/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-08-25+at+9.08.40+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-2211933441877551738</id><published>2011-08-25T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:31:34.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I was showing ben my temple recommend holder that has a picture of the salt lake temple on it. I told him that is where mommy and daddy got married. This was his response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mommy, i go to preschool first and then i can marry you. i going to be at preschool for long time. den (then) i come home and take you and say 'surprise!' and you be so happy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really really hard not to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-2211933441877551738?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/2211933441877551738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/2211933441877551738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/2211933441877551738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-7729969099525891606</id><published>2011-08-22T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:31:26.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shot of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Zqc4tef9dQ/TlMtEOYLhKI/AAAAAAAAF7I/mYdCOsAXbR0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-22+at+9.38.58+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Zqc4tef9dQ/TlMtEOYLhKI/AAAAAAAAF7I/mYdCOsAXbR0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-22+at+9.38.58+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-7729969099525891606?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/7729969099525891606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/shot-of-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/7729969099525891606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/7729969099525891606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/shot-of-day.html' title='shot of the day'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Zqc4tef9dQ/TlMtEOYLhKI/AAAAAAAAF7I/mYdCOsAXbR0/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-08-22+at+9.38.58+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-414828165195986164</id><published>2011-08-05T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T20:42:00.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>singin' in the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yudiBKASd8U/TjtYxxUghHI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/_3YEPov24S8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+8.41.06+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yudiBKASd8U/TjtYxxUghHI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/_3YEPov24S8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+8.41.06+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On Monday there was a torrential downpour. What did Ben want to do? Go outside and stomp in the puddles of course!! I have never seen him get dressed so fast. He wouldn't let me find a jacket that fit. He found his old "raincoat" from the DI that we took camping two years ago and demanded that is the one he wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pYBEPgS0c2U/TjtY3DQZ09I/AAAAAAAAF5k/VNHByqmOFXs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+8.42.04+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pYBEPgS0c2U/TjtY3DQZ09I/AAAAAAAAF5k/VNHByqmOFXs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+8.42.04+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L0da6L8NKQ4/TjtY00dOE7I/AAAAAAAAF5c/YIc-9DQTe3c/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+8.41.46+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L0da6L8NKQ4/TjtY00dOE7I/AAAAAAAAF5c/YIc-9DQTe3c/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+8.41.46+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He loves wearing his rain boots in all kinds of weather, so why not test them out in the rain? As you can see he had them completely filled up with water in no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPQexREB_PE/TjtYz4xg7uI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/ehkN8LcbBxU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+8.41.23+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPQexREB_PE/TjtYz4xg7uI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/ehkN8LcbBxU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+8.41.23+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fds3wkdwFLE/TjtYy4NrAvI/AAAAAAAAF5U/h0zhCm862zM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+8.41.16+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fds3wkdwFLE/TjtYy4NrAvI/AAAAAAAAF5U/h0zhCm862zM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+8.41.16+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He begged and begged me to come out with him. It was one of those times as a mom when I said to myself, "I don't really want to get soaking wet and cold, but I don't want to miss making a memory with Ben." So I threw on my rain boots and the gigantic rain coat that Scott took on his mission and tromped through puddles with Ben. We splashed through all the gutters, jumped in all the puddles and sang, "singin in the rain." Pretty great day. Cold and wet, but so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXnR3gZEfwM/TjtY2BMmQmI/AAAAAAAAF5g/mcQ8ugC94j8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+8.41.55+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXnR3gZEfwM/TjtY2BMmQmI/AAAAAAAAF5g/mcQ8ugC94j8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+8.41.55+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some other fun Ben factoids:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He always says, "I gotta tell you. . ." before he tells any story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He calls escalators and elevators "elle-gators."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves Cheetos and chocolate milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His favorite Disney show is "Special Agent Oso." He sings the theme song like this, "Special Agent Oso, the nique stuffed can." It is supposed to go,"Special Agent Oso, the unique stuffed bear!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think he has memorized the book, "The Little Mouse, The Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter what time he goes to bed he is always up at 7:00 am or earlier. And usually doesn't take a nap. This kid is go go go all day long from sun up to way after sundown. I need preschool more than he does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves to wrestle all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-414828165195986164?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/414828165195986164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/singin-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/414828165195986164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/414828165195986164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/singin-in-rain.html' title='singin&apos; in the rain'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yudiBKASd8U/TjtYxxUghHI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/_3YEPov24S8/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+8.41.06+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-9172044059718565123</id><published>2011-08-04T12:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T12:16:53.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my little pirates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_6jIsuspGE/TjrgIYJgdLI/AAAAAAAAF5I/NOqizBIdF6c/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.05.43+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_6jIsuspGE/TjrgIYJgdLI/AAAAAAAAF5I/NOqizBIdF6c/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.05.43+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;How cute are these two? I realize that I am completely bias, but come on! Here is a warning. This post contains A LOT of pirate pictures. Why? Because I just couldn't resist. There are too many that I adore. It is rough being a mommy photographer because I take so many picture of my kids and I can never narrow them down like I can for other people because these are my kids and I am emotionally attached to all of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYpki6bZORg/Tjrf9wE_g7I/AAAAAAAAF4U/g_7Z87S4AMk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.03.22+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYpki6bZORg/Tjrf9wE_g7I/AAAAAAAAF4U/g_7Z87S4AMk/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.03.22+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Captain Ben had to wear his entire pirate get-up for the rest of our Lake Powell trip. The pirate map and his hook were particularly important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgH7_j8unkQ/TjrgEdiIrgI/AAAAAAAAF40/z8BNOqgocUs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.04.56+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgH7_j8unkQ/TjrgEdiIrgI/AAAAAAAAF40/z8BNOqgocUs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.04.56+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFmXFLoHHiE/Tjrf9EjzqAI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/6zkNxCuRiuI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.03.14+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFmXFLoHHiE/Tjrf9EjzqAI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/6zkNxCuRiuI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.03.14+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;However, how can a pirate navigate without his trusty telescope?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DNfxsF28GTs/Tjrf_Miu1FI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/ntvGnX9v6Xg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.03.29+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DNfxsF28GTs/Tjrf_Miu1FI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/ntvGnX9v6Xg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.03.29+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_XDfbxFZts8/Tjrf_wuEe0I/AAAAAAAAF4c/6684pCvXrS4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.03.37+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_XDfbxFZts8/Tjrf_wuEe0I/AAAAAAAAF4c/6684pCvXrS4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.03.37+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Check out the authentic pirate battle wound on his arm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwsw3-csYQ4/TjrgDy3i0EI/AAAAAAAAF4w/BJ94WUIYG_w/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.04.47+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwsw3-csYQ4/TjrgDy3i0EI/AAAAAAAAF4w/BJ94WUIYG_w/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.04.47+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwvMARHqNlc/TjrgA4NK7MI/AAAAAAAAF4g/nQNrhSTFmTg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.04.06+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwvMARHqNlc/TjrgA4NK7MI/AAAAAAAAF4g/nQNrhSTFmTg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.04.06+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He can be kinda scary. He takes pirating very very seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdkxxh1aadc/TjrgChAtLgI/AAAAAAAAF4o/uPOtT_bxP2A/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.04.21+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdkxxh1aadc/TjrgChAtLgI/AAAAAAAAF4o/uPOtT_bxP2A/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.04.21+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRmFj5DvQck/TjrgDM6NUWI/AAAAAAAAF4s/d-9QF6iz5Qg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.04.38+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRmFj5DvQck/TjrgDM6NUWI/AAAAAAAAF4s/d-9QF6iz5Qg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.04.38+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crbpzaZTZtA/TjrgF4j1VlI/AAAAAAAAF48/jIIFw7qZF1Q/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.05.13+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crbpzaZTZtA/TjrgF4j1VlI/AAAAAAAAF48/jIIFw7qZF1Q/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.05.13+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx7QlV15dvA/TjrgGQhdyMI/AAAAAAAAF5A/b1pCqIby1h0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.05.21+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx7QlV15dvA/TjrgGQhdyMI/AAAAAAAAF5A/b1pCqIby1h0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.05.21+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQ9EQ45zgWw/TjrgJDw19-I/AAAAAAAAF5M/P195JYy01To/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.06.13+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQ9EQ45zgWw/TjrgJDw19-I/AAAAAAAAF5M/P195JYy01To/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.06.13+PM.png" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole-io had the cutest pirate bum on board!! Sadly he wasn't such a fan of his pirate hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7EnG1peQdng/TjrgHHUO8dI/AAAAAAAAF5E/GDGUYvsEEgA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.05.27+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7EnG1peQdng/TjrgHHUO8dI/AAAAAAAAF5E/GDGUYvsEEgA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.05.27+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-9172044059718565123?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/9172044059718565123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-little-pirates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/9172044059718565123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/9172044059718565123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-little-pirates.html' title='my little pirates'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_6jIsuspGE/TjrgIYJgdLI/AAAAAAAAF5I/NOqizBIdF6c/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-08-04+at+12.05.43+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-1003166640409842317</id><published>2011-08-03T11:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T11:17:20.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>first words!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juSUowsSnwc/TjmCkXiCjgI/AAAAAAAAF4M/R8S9xfXOPCs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-03+at+11.16.42+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juSUowsSnwc/TjmCkXiCjgI/AAAAAAAAF4M/R8S9xfXOPCs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-03+at+11.16.42+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am officially declaring Cole's first word: "uh-oh." Although he does say, "da da" and "ma ma" and "daw (dog)." He consistently uses uh-oh when he drops something. He said it for the first time on Sunday while I was changing his diaper at church. He dropped the toy he was playing with and looked up at me and said, "uh-oooohhhh." So cute. Scott didn't believe me when I came back to Sunday school, but about a minute later he dropped his toy and said, "uh-oh" again! Why does he have to grow 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/4046492891146558326-1003166640409842317?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/1003166640409842317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1003166640409842317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1003166640409842317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-words.html' title='first words!!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juSUowsSnwc/TjmCkXiCjgI/AAAAAAAAF4M/R8S9xfXOPCs/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-08-03+at+11.16.42+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-4040128530669339022</id><published>2011-08-01T20:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:30:00.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>scripture stories . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jg8MyYAuW7M/TjS_np-8dzI/AAAAAAAAF4A/uAzRXACh-Sc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+8.35.49+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jg8MyYAuW7M/TjS_np-8dzI/AAAAAAAAF4A/uAzRXACh-Sc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+8.35.49+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other night I was reading Ben his Book of Mormon stories before bedtime and we were reading the story about how Christ comes to visit the Nephites. Ben looked at me and asked,"When is Jesus coming to visit us?" I told him that he would come visit us someday. He told me,"I know he is coming to our house on Friday. Yeah, Friday." It was so hard not to bust up laughing. He was sure of himself that indeed Friday would be the day. Love that boy.&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/4046492891146558326-4040128530669339022?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/4040128530669339022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/scripture-stories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4040128530669339022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4040128530669339022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/08/scripture-stories.html' title='scripture stories . . .'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jg8MyYAuW7M/TjS_np-8dzI/AAAAAAAAF4A/uAzRXACh-Sc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+8.35.49+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-6560825329788792206</id><published>2011-07-30T14:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:29:22.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hd3cQ1t-b1E/TjRnxBHZsgI/AAAAAAAAF3k/jsESAFPHPOg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+2.19.24+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hd3cQ1t-b1E/TjRnxBHZsgI/AAAAAAAAF3k/jsESAFPHPOg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+2.19.24+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole is so big!! Aaahhh! And he is so so much fun. He turned 10 months while we were at Lake Powell, so he has houseboat shots for his most recent milestone. We think that he has the Hatch skin because he only has to be out in the sun for 2 seconds to get tan lines in his rolls! He browns up so so quick when he is in the sun, but I tried to keep him in the shade to keep cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_WaH2gfYew/TjRnyaZRZPI/AAAAAAAAF3s/TzV8xnEx4YU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+2.19.41+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_WaH2gfYew/TjRnyaZRZPI/AAAAAAAAF3s/TzV8xnEx4YU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+2.19.41+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He is still my chunky little monkey and eats everything in sight! Including rocks and sand. Except I think I have found a food that he is not fond of . . . oatmeal! Really? He loves pickles but hates oatmeal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Diup81wO0Jg/TjRnxuP6zDI/AAAAAAAAF3o/vPVzN1VX2GA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+2.19.33+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Diup81wO0Jg/TjRnxuP6zDI/AAAAAAAAF3o/vPVzN1VX2GA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+2.19.33+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole is sunshine, all the time. He really does make me happy when skies are gray. He does have a pretty awesome warning cry when Ben is coming at him full speed. Can't blame him, his brother is out to get him, I swear. Cole has gotten sick of Ben stealing all of his toys from him, so now whenever Ben swipes one from him Cole just screams at him at full volume. So funny. Ben is reconsidering sharing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvxiviqhKUs/TjRnz6IFwII/AAAAAAAAF30/fYhvn4dSUQg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+2.19.56+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvxiviqhKUs/TjRnz6IFwII/AAAAAAAAF30/fYhvn4dSUQg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+2.19.56+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is quite the mover and the shaker. He does a booty drop dance when we sing "shake your booty." Cole is a super fast crawler these days. He is mastering the art of climbing the stairs and he is so incredibly proud of himself. The only problem is that sometimes he gets so excited he forgets what he is doing and tumbles down. Luckily, we haven't had a major fall yet. . . He loves to speed crawl over to the stairs, crawl up to the first landing and turn around and flash me a huge mischievous grin and squeal. Melts me every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRIU523o9WY/TjRnzNY14uI/AAAAAAAAF3w/h6v3EnzdUJ8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+2.19.49+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRIU523o9WY/TjRnzNY14uI/AAAAAAAAF3w/h6v3EnzdUJ8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+2.19.49+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His newest trick is throwing. We went on a walk to the lake and of course Ben had to stop and throw rocks. But what was really funny is Cole sat there and watched Ben really closely for about a half an hour and then he picked up a rock and started throwing them too! Now he throws everything. He throws left handed and right handed and double handed over his head. Ben loves that he can play "catch" with him now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3QKvGPnSSfs/TjRn0j-nYKI/AAAAAAAAF34/PWzjpLH3rt4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+2.20.09+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3QKvGPnSSfs/TjRn0j-nYKI/AAAAAAAAF34/PWzjpLH3rt4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+2.20.09+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole makes this really funny "ooohh" sound and puckered face when he gets really, really excited about something. Makes me laugh everytime!&lt;br /&gt;We love you sunshine!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-6560825329788792206?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/6560825329788792206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/10-months.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/6560825329788792206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/6560825329788792206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/10-months.html' title='10 months!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hd3cQ1t-b1E/TjRnxBHZsgI/AAAAAAAAF3k/jsESAFPHPOg/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-07-30+at+2.19.24+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-788898039392967586</id><published>2011-07-28T23:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T14:06:12.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>powell videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="338" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27020614" width="601"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27020614"&gt;Dingy Ride&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3810378"&gt;Britta Bruderer&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So this is when Ben and Scott fell asleep in the dingy and we watched Ben wake up and start rowing himself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="338" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27021217" width="601"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27021217"&gt;Playing with Moki&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3810378"&gt;Britta Bruderer&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Moki had a love/hate relationship for most of the trip. He loved chasing him around and throwing his toy and dragging him across the floor. But he was not a fan on him nipping his heels when he wanted to play. Cole loved Moki. At first they weren't too sure of each other, but Moki was usually pretty soft aside from an occasional playful leap. I swear Cole was saying,"da" in reference to the dog by the end of the trip!&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/4046492891146558326-788898039392967586?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/788898039392967586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/powell-videos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/788898039392967586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/788898039392967586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/powell-videos.html' title='powell videos'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-4456634154656136486</id><published>2011-07-28T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T13:02:20.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lake powell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmQ67uzQX8I/TjF63L8hIgI/AAAAAAAAF0I/JxmFSUR0uUE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.22.01+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmQ67uzQX8I/TjF63L8hIgI/AAAAAAAAF0I/JxmFSUR0uUE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.22.01+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If there isn't a Powell in heaven, I want a refund.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBJdBwevces/TjF632Ng0WI/AAAAAAAAF0M/PqYDd3-I76g/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.22.08+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBJdBwevces/TjF632Ng0WI/AAAAAAAAF0M/PqYDd3-I76g/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.22.08+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know you are up early to ski when the sky still looks like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8pL910dkdVM/TjF640rVuKI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/w9an7bmviwQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.22.16+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8pL910dkdVM/TjF640rVuKI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/w9an7bmviwQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.22.16+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We hit the lake every morning between 5:30-6:00am to get the glass. Most people think we are nuts, but that is just because they haven't done it. One night we went out to ski right after dinner and I got to ski while the sun was setting and a gigantic harvest moon was rising over the red rock. Pretty sure it never ever gets better than that. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_WBFiksOMw/TjF6_a8rdlI/AAAAAAAAF0s/6mQY1gG8dGc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.24.15+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_WBFiksOMw/TjF6_a8rdlI/AAAAAAAAF0s/6mQY1gG8dGc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.24.15+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know one of the grandkids is skiing when grandpa has this look on his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjUymF9S_lc/TjF66uvzz_I/AAAAAAAAF0Y/pd0ro4OgejI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.22.31+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjUymF9S_lc/TjF66uvzz_I/AAAAAAAAF0Y/pd0ro4OgejI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.22.31+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But he wears this shirt to remind us who is boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdF1ZfUk8vQ/TjF7GqdtuqI/AAAAAAAAF1M/96dsH_ncAYU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.26.25+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdF1ZfUk8vQ/TjF7GqdtuqI/AAAAAAAAF1M/96dsH_ncAYU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.26.25+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are our poor little sleepy heads who sleep in the boat every night and wake up to all of us piling in at the crack of dawn for the morning ski. But this way they don't get left behind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cI0rknjVzro/TjF7XwiNjeI/AAAAAAAAF2U/OOSm7vIGAP4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.52.50+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="430" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cI0rknjVzro/TjF7XwiNjeI/AAAAAAAAF2U/OOSm7vIGAP4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.52.50+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Apparently it is now acceptable to get up on two skis if you are 50+. But that is only because Ken decided so. He has given my mom crap for years for getting up on two because of her injured hamstring. But now that he has found it easier, it is cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kI9H6EBCMMQ/TjF7ddjbZeI/AAAAAAAAF2s/lUQRo7bdf3E/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+9.02.41+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kI9H6EBCMMQ/TjF7ddjbZeI/AAAAAAAAF2s/lUQRo7bdf3E/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+9.02.41+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No trip to Lake Powell is complete without the generator breaking down, or not working at all. The first few days are spent trying to get it going. We had to bring parts down with us. But we got it running!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AKzkHsU69Q/TjF7N7LotqI/AAAAAAAAF1o/n5LWii--NOA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.32.00+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AKzkHsU69Q/TjF7N7LotqI/AAAAAAAAF1o/n5LWii--NOA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.32.00+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We also have to get a ski rope caught in one of the propellers. This year we managed to get it caught in both! My mom and uncle got it stuck on the ski boat propeller and tried not to tell grandpa, but he called them on it. Then it got sucked up into the jet ski. That one required some major surgery (with a serrated kitchen knife), but the rope was salvaged and the jet ski good as new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-gGzCEbeWQ/TjF67kHGK2I/AAAAAAAAF0c/3WguALqZPa8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.23.18+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-gGzCEbeWQ/TjF67kHGK2I/AAAAAAAAF0c/3WguALqZPa8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.23.18+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My boys LOVED Lake Powell. The first night was really rough. They both kept waking up every hour or so, and I didn't sleep much at all. But the rest of the trip they wore themselves out every day so by the time bedtime came around they just passed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1UpWR7hFLY/TjF68TLIdzI/AAAAAAAAF0g/BrF6nUZLMmE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.23.30+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1UpWR7hFLY/TjF68TLIdzI/AAAAAAAAF0g/BrF6nUZLMmE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.23.30+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrA5d_YaVho/TjF7F2-Kr-I/AAAAAAAAF1I/13Zf6pZhn3g/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.26.07+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrA5d_YaVho/TjF7F2-Kr-I/AAAAAAAAF1I/13Zf6pZhn3g/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.26.07+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJb7PZF-1FI/TjF7AHePqhI/AAAAAAAAF0w/pncetj1BTa8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.24.47+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJb7PZF-1FI/TjF7AHePqhI/AAAAAAAAF0w/pncetj1BTa8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.24.47+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Scott and Ben took many a dingy ride this trip. I think it was Ben's favorite thing to do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjXBYPQMY8o/TjF7BQOoLZI/AAAAAAAAF00/6sFBj5lyDH0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.24.54+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjXBYPQMY8o/TjF7BQOoLZI/AAAAAAAAF00/6sFBj5lyDH0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.24.54+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They even took a snooze together out on the lake! Ben woke up before Scott. He just looked around grabbed the paddles and started rowing! It was so so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6jx0yxiKB8/TjF7IqRLBwI/AAAAAAAAF1U/fj6X55VPmfs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.27.01+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6jx0yxiKB8/TjF7IqRLBwI/AAAAAAAAF1U/fj6X55VPmfs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.27.01+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa Duane and Cole became best buddies. Cole really does love him. He even gives him loves. So so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbJIlgJ5VyA/TjF7UmbYNzI/AAAAAAAAF2I/VQXlCUUNlzs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.51.27+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbJIlgJ5VyA/TjF7UmbYNzI/AAAAAAAAF2I/VQXlCUUNlzs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.51.27+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben had a blast throwing balls off the top of the houseboat to Becky and Caden and Dillon in the water. He also loved swimming across the cove to throw rocks. Scott and Ben got trapped in a really sudden, really big downpour one day. I watched from the houseboat half amused, half terrified. I knew Ben was probably having a massive meltdown and Scott was panicking. They both made it through the storm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZonoHJT7MI/TjF7SadRI2I/AAAAAAAAF18/GZKhxqu8fkE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.50.44+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZonoHJT7MI/TjF7SadRI2I/AAAAAAAAF18/GZKhxqu8fkE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.50.44+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GAm57AV49c/TjF65ppdCAI/AAAAAAAAF0U/bRIcMgNAupk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.22.23+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GAm57AV49c/TjF65ppdCAI/AAAAAAAAF0U/bRIcMgNAupk/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.22.23+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMJTf4dDUCo/TjF69T8UUFI/AAAAAAAAF0k/KxmwKifjZsE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.24.01+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMJTf4dDUCo/TjF69T8UUFI/AAAAAAAAF0k/KxmwKifjZsE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.24.01+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1hALs2yHrk/TjF6-UqffdI/AAAAAAAAF0o/jyc-ueIc1Vc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.24.08+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1hALs2yHrk/TjF6-UqffdI/AAAAAAAAF0o/jyc-ueIc1Vc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.24.08+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Du_q7C4VyD0/TjF7CJeJ0_I/AAAAAAAAF04/uXMemC3AVI0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.25.22+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Du_q7C4VyD0/TjF7CJeJ0_I/AAAAAAAAF04/uXMemC3AVI0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.25.22+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cpobu-5VMzs/TjF7EyPV7nI/AAAAAAAAF1E/i3YMeFUCF60/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.25.52+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cpobu-5VMzs/TjF7EyPV7nI/AAAAAAAAF1E/i3YMeFUCF60/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.25.52+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Baby Tanner and Cole were the bumbo kings this year. Tanner had his first taste of solids while Cole literally consumed everything in his path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2i2nPdKVGg/TjF7Hgb1v8I/AAAAAAAAF1Q/iJlUN0nAhr8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.26.37+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2i2nPdKVGg/TjF7Hgb1v8I/AAAAAAAAF1Q/iJlUN0nAhr8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.26.37+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4K_sy8zyNAw/TjF7cdw3sMI/AAAAAAAAF2o/uOjKslwpdwY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+9.02.06+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4K_sy8zyNAw/TjF7cdw3sMI/AAAAAAAAF2o/uOjKslwpdwY/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+9.02.06+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He had to make sure the graham crackers were really gone and that I wasn't shorting him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-EifP2wVOs/TjF7C2oZrQI/AAAAAAAAF08/pmf5OrRkxcI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.25.32+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-EifP2wVOs/TjF7C2oZrQI/AAAAAAAAF08/pmf5OrRkxcI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.25.32+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Exhaustion won out with Cole eventually. He followed the bumbo baby tradition of Powell of passing out in the bumbo. Right in the middle of his roll. You know he had to be super tired to leave uneaten food on his tray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85Gd_wKpcC8/TjF7D1DAGyI/AAAAAAAAF1A/uUrgQOhkJ08/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.25.39+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85Gd_wKpcC8/TjF7D1DAGyI/AAAAAAAAF1A/uUrgQOhkJ08/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.25.39+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p3AkO8nP2k0/TjF7YmBrAII/AAAAAAAAF2Y/DNH2fIhot8I/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.52.58+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p3AkO8nP2k0/TjF7YmBrAII/AAAAAAAAF2Y/DNH2fIhot8I/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.52.58+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVjgUo-M6Rk/TjF7UFmDN3I/AAAAAAAAF2E/Lj6-GzssgcQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.51.12+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVjgUo-M6Rk/TjF7UFmDN3I/AAAAAAAAF2E/Lj6-GzssgcQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.51.12+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole loved watching all the boats drive by. He would wave and wave and wave. If the boat was especially noisy he would say "ooohhh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2eQcY6LkwY/TjF7TQASnNI/AAAAAAAAF2A/4g6b_IyjalQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.51.03+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2eQcY6LkwY/TjF7TQASnNI/AAAAAAAAF2A/4g6b_IyjalQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.51.03+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATjoNRu9m_k/TjF7P3xb9qI/AAAAAAAAF1w/_MTHyukhS3Y/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.32.44+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATjoNRu9m_k/TjF7P3xb9qI/AAAAAAAAF1w/_MTHyukhS3Y/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.32.44+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70OEtqNdMdU/TjF7JmnhFrI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/Ks8jOFtm6Ys/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.27.08+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70OEtqNdMdU/TjF7JmnhFrI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/Ks8jOFtm6Ys/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.27.08+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5RAgMntveY/TjF7KhYE71I/AAAAAAAAF1c/lJMYVbfwyPA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.27.15+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5RAgMntveY/TjF7KhYE71I/AAAAAAAAF1c/lJMYVbfwyPA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.27.15+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msyhuhuTsMc/TjF7R8pmMjI/AAAAAAAAF14/BwPWMQA1OvM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.33.45+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msyhuhuTsMc/TjF7R8pmMjI/AAAAAAAAF14/BwPWMQA1OvM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.33.45+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had an army of pack and plays this year. When everybody was there we had four set up on the roof. Cole and Wayne are only a month apart, and Wayne is younger but so much bigger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBEy1DdFZXw/TjF7e965flI/AAAAAAAAF2w/HT6QMe_1kAE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+9.03.48+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBEy1DdFZXw/TjF7e965flI/AAAAAAAAF2w/HT6QMe_1kAE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+9.03.48+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGWV-2fYrCk/TjF7VmMzykI/AAAAAAAAF2M/-GaMhta7CNM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.51.36+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGWV-2fYrCk/TjF7VmMzykI/AAAAAAAAF2M/-GaMhta7CNM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.51.36+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTmNwalzgGU/TjF7betqKII/AAAAAAAAF2k/A4tSYLIzBHc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+9.01.14+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTmNwalzgGU/TjF7betqKII/AAAAAAAAF2k/A4tSYLIzBHc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+9.01.14+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We wrote Elder Nilsson postcards to let him know how much we miss him and how excited we are to have him back next year. Next year we will be writing postcards to Dillon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_fncYuy2q5s/TjF7WpCR7SI/AAAAAAAAF2Q/Z4VW8z-WYkE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.52.20+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_fncYuy2q5s/TjF7WpCR7SI/AAAAAAAAF2Q/Z4VW8z-WYkE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.52.20+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r74gvwl4L64/TjF7f2S6ohI/AAAAAAAAF20/047D8ED0x0A/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+9.04.55+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r74gvwl4L64/TjF7f2S6ohI/AAAAAAAAF20/047D8ED0x0A/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+9.04.55+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcvuEJMiws0/TjF7aSaYFgI/AAAAAAAAF2g/o6QFRExhbE4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.54.20+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcvuEJMiws0/TjF7aSaYFgI/AAAAAAAAF2g/o6QFRExhbE4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-28+at+8.54.20+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-4456634154656136486?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/4456634154656136486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/lake-powell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4456634154656136486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4456634154656136486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/lake-powell.html' title='lake powell'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmQ67uzQX8I/TjF63L8hIgI/AAAAAAAAF0I/JxmFSUR0uUE/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+1.22.01+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-4948210509355199012</id><published>2011-07-27T13:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T08:48:07.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>murder mystery on the high seas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFDMRfzXhQk/TjBdu8H-ZzI/AAAAAAAAF0E/L_XUpVq1FiE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.49.11+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFDMRfzXhQk/TjBdu8H-ZzI/AAAAAAAAF0E/L_XUpVq1FiE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.49.11+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AHOY MATEY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a murder mystery party one night on the houseboat at Lake Powell. As you can see, everyone gets really into it. My Aunt Julie knows that we are big into pirates, so this year was a pirate themed party!! Here are the players:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THE SCURVY KNAVE CREW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCgSmkWRhKs/TjBdRjL_NfI/AAAAAAAAF0A/_pm8KCsLtJY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.47.11+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCgSmkWRhKs/TjBdRjL_NfI/AAAAAAAAF0A/_pm8KCsLtJY/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.47.11+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Captain 'Black' Jack McCracken - the dashing Captain of the Scurvy Knave (aka Dillon Richens)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0M1lh3GHEkg/TjBbTo0UVRI/AAAAAAAAFyw/2V8QZEYn8V8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.33.11+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0M1lh3GHEkg/TjBbTo0UVRI/AAAAAAAAFyw/2V8QZEYn8V8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.33.11+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sawbones McGraw - the sarcastic but reliable ship's doctor&amp;nbsp; (aka Scott Bruderer) He was the murderer!! Ya think you know a guy. He even poisoned my own mother with watermelon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hm7AaVfkfYY/TjBbGLiaPxI/AAAAAAAAFx4/VMYI70eV3Vs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.31.10+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hm7AaVfkfYY/TjBbGLiaPxI/AAAAAAAAFx4/VMYI70eV3Vs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.31.10+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quintus Swelter - the vain and sinister ship's cook (aka Kollin Stark)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MozitpozXSg/TjBbUpuvJ8I/AAAAAAAAFy0/2M_mDM7dFWE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.33.18+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MozitpozXSg/TjBbUpuvJ8I/AAAAAAAAFy0/2M_mDM7dFWE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.33.18+PM.png" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tom - the helpful young ship's boy (secretly the governor's younger daughter) (aka Britta Bruderer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THE FURY CREW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4QWKC4jCTA/TjBbbirPnNI/AAAAAAAAFzU/_B7mx_6l5no/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.34.25+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4QWKC4jCTA/TjBbbirPnNI/AAAAAAAAFzU/_B7mx_6l5no/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.34.25+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was the ladies pirate ship. Watch out. They are not as sweet as they look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKRr1gt2WD4/TjBbP4-ga0I/AAAAAAAAFyg/0oW_LwtB6Gg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.41+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKRr1gt2WD4/TjBbP4-ga0I/AAAAAAAAFyg/0oW_LwtB6Gg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.41+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Captain 'Saucy' Nancy Martin - the bold and fiery Captain of the Fury (aka Gwenya, aka Grandma Gwen)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RagLDQ6OIPU/TjBcywnX5UI/AAAAAAAAFz8/iIuHJTm2yNw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.44.41+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RagLDQ6OIPU/TjBcywnX5UI/AAAAAAAAFz8/iIuHJTm2yNw/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.44.41+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could not get over her wig. People on the boat seriously didn't even recognize her. Wayne was not sure how to respond. Seriously freaked me out! She has never had hair this long in my lifetime! She was so "saucy" all night! and a schemer. Watch out for "Saucy!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5nVUxNL_vE/TjBbHKXflVI/AAAAAAAAFx8/xEnAQbIhzEI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.31.25+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5nVUxNL_vE/TjBbHKXflVI/AAAAAAAAFx8/xEnAQbIhzEI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.31.25+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alice Tremain - the Fury's shrewd and intellectual 1st Mate (aka Ali Cannon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvJW-5bqfFc/TjBbJY8NUGI/AAAAAAAAFyE/dD-32DU7Ruc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.31.40+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvJW-5bqfFc/TjBbJY8NUGI/AAAAAAAAFyE/dD-32DU7Ruc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.31.40+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Blaise Richelieu - the temperamental and passionate ship's cook (aka Becky Cannon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE COLONIAL FORCES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gU0TSjAW8qM/TjBbMSaAR3I/AAAAAAAAFyQ/V-vB-ledNYU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.05+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gU0TSjAW8qM/TjBbMSaAR3I/AAAAAAAAFyQ/V-vB-ledNYU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.05+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sir Percival Stanforth - the steadfast and rather stuffy Governor of Jamaica (aka Grandpa Duane)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rz28vLQf7TA/TjBbNKx3FHI/AAAAAAAAFyU/_hTZ0ZfS5Gk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.16+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rz28vLQf7TA/TjBbNKx3FHI/AAAAAAAAFyU/_hTZ0ZfS5Gk/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.16+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elizabeth Stanforth - the Governor's desirable (if demanding) elder daughter (aka Libby Dibb) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWl-tVUvtB4/TjBbOzoyyZI/AAAAAAAAFyc/DbCkP03f6ME/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.33+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWl-tVUvtB4/TjBbOzoyyZI/AAAAAAAAFyc/DbCkP03f6ME/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.33+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Captain Hal Overy - the stubborn and blunt Royal Navy Captain (aka Russell Dibb) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAINO NATIVES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_AxYUswnSE/TjBbQ4xO7jI/AAAAAAAAFyk/6JPa-UaLKro/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.48+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_AxYUswnSE/TjBbQ4xO7jI/AAAAAAAAFyk/6JPa-UaLKro/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.48+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hayapitl - the diplomatic Taino chief (aka Grandpa Wayne)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odRJeIToSXc/TjBbS4HkHFI/AAAAAAAAFys/vWCOLS5qlzQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.33.05+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odRJeIToSXc/TjBbS4HkHFI/AAAAAAAAFys/vWCOLS5qlzQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.33.05+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tokeleth - the chief's headstrong daughter (aka Grandma Myrna)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OTHER PLAYERS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Al1uZrmmeDw/TjBbRwahr_I/AAAAAAAAFyo/w4lltfkZlw0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.56+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Al1uZrmmeDw/TjBbRwahr_I/AAAAAAAAFyo/w4lltfkZlw0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.56+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don Inigo de Velez y Contrera - the aristocratic and condescending Spanish nobleman (aka Ken Richens)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KkxOugYaUCA/TjBbKhzom0I/AAAAAAAAFyI/rOW9wJVuPGo/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.31.47+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KkxOugYaUCA/TjBbKhzom0I/AAAAAAAAFyI/rOW9wJVuPGo/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.31.47+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bill Pistol - the marooned former pirate, now mad as a brush (aka Caden Dymock, my cousin's best friend and the funniest guy I know! Also considered a member of the family!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PIRATE BABIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgZDbaa02Kg/TjBbIkrSftI/AAAAAAAAFyA/XXNURuBtQxI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.31.33+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgZDbaa02Kg/TjBbIkrSftI/AAAAAAAAFyA/XXNURuBtQxI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.31.33+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Baby Tanner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKW5tCC2FY0/TjBbOL1FeOI/AAAAAAAAFyY/289024pZ8_g/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.24+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKW5tCC2FY0/TjBbOL1FeOI/AAAAAAAAFyY/289024pZ8_g/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.32.24+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Baby Wayne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nqb_Y2dqf5U/TjBbVd_-MzI/AAAAAAAAFy4/Z7HbMnQ5jW4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.33.27+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nqb_Y2dqf5U/TjBbVd_-MzI/AAAAAAAAFy4/Z7HbMnQ5jW4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.33.27+PM.png" width="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Baby Cole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t62yDBG9L5o/TjBbWFLrOyI/AAAAAAAAFy8/byuncylrZWM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.33.33+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t62yDBG9L5o/TjBbWFLrOyI/AAAAAAAAFy8/byuncylrZWM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.33.33+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Captain Ben - the fearless leader of the baby crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LnmjeYI8Vq0/TjBbYTOuQzI/AAAAAAAAFzE/4lM0usG6tLQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.33.52+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LnmjeYI8Vq0/TjBbYTOuQzI/AAAAAAAAFzE/4lM0usG6tLQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.33.52+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5TIGd4fHCF4/TjBbZZ6SBBI/AAAAAAAAFzI/jsBNW4NYVFY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.34.00+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5TIGd4fHCF4/TjBbZZ6SBBI/AAAAAAAAFzI/jsBNW4NYVFY/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.34.00+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm5rvXTwBrU/TjBbaeWRD9I/AAAAAAAAFzQ/rDQFpw1O87o/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.34.18+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm5rvXTwBrU/TjBbaeWRD9I/AAAAAAAAFzQ/rDQFpw1O87o/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.34.18+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SS7IqKXL6uA/TjBbcdyH94I/AAAAAAAAFzY/2fE5vQvioGE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.34.39+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SS7IqKXL6uA/TjBbcdyH94I/AAAAAAAAFzY/2fE5vQvioGE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.34.39+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5rr1MDgt2Q4/TjBbddTgjMI/AAAAAAAAFzc/Ts1G5K7Hb6U/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.34.46+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5rr1MDgt2Q4/TjBbddTgjMI/AAAAAAAAFzc/Ts1G5K7Hb6U/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.34.46+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7D-aDXyvzhA/TjBbeZDYpCI/AAAAAAAAFzg/hsh9rQPaJQ8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.34.53+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7D-aDXyvzhA/TjBbeZDYpCI/AAAAAAAAFzg/hsh9rQPaJQ8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.34.53+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben had to pose with the boys. He was a pirate too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bEQlMkcouFU/TjBbftBk1lI/AAAAAAAAFzk/T7IkKbU4S50/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.35.00+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bEQlMkcouFU/TjBbftBk1lI/AAAAAAAAFzk/T7IkKbU4S50/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.35.00+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The three musketeers. These three brewed up all kinds of fun the whole week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NC5WyjEAuhE/TjBbgSRZL8I/AAAAAAAAFzo/QKvhiuZG-QU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.35.17+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NC5WyjEAuhE/TjBbgSRZL8I/AAAAAAAAFzo/QKvhiuZG-QU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.35.17+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNGwsD7Uw60/TjBbhsDnZmI/AAAAAAAAFzs/th-yfPYpmwQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.35.25+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNGwsD7Uw60/TjBbhsDnZmI/AAAAAAAAFzs/th-yfPYpmwQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.35.25+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARG!!!!&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/4046492891146558326-4948210509355199012?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/4948210509355199012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/murder-mystery-on-high-seas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4948210509355199012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4948210509355199012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/murder-mystery-on-high-seas.html' title='murder mystery on the high seas!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFDMRfzXhQk/TjBdu8H-ZzI/AAAAAAAAF0E/L_XUpVq1FiE/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+12.49.11+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-5600153382315477592</id><published>2011-07-20T20:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T20:43:29.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>brighton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWYIpYgcQ94/TieIHtF84bI/AAAAAAAAFwk/vxpmu-Fe8DA/s1600/_DSC6196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWYIpYgcQ94/TieIHtF84bI/AAAAAAAAFwk/vxpmu-Fe8DA/s640/_DSC6196.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;nothing quite like shepard's dinners up at the cannon cabin and a stroll around silver lake. so beautiful and just the right temperature. i couldn't believe how much water there was. the run-off this year is out of control and there is still snow blocking sections of the trail! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FUt0ot3R94/TieIIOVDuTI/AAAAAAAAFwo/__6VM3CJ8qk/s1600/_DSC6212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FUt0ot3R94/TieIIOVDuTI/AAAAAAAAFwo/__6VM3CJ8qk/s640/_DSC6212.jpg" width="556" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCoMi88sEqA/TieIFamlfgI/AAAAAAAAFwY/IsEn1wbN7OA/s1600/_DSC6178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCoMi88sEqA/TieIFamlfgI/AAAAAAAAFwY/IsEn1wbN7OA/s640/_DSC6178.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33ic7PgN5QY/TieIE6WYmfI/AAAAAAAAFwU/8A1-dqywV8M/s1600/_DSC6177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33ic7PgN5QY/TieIE6WYmfI/AAAAAAAAFwU/8A1-dqywV8M/s640/_DSC6177.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNPV2bEYDV4/TieRWzzK0XI/AAAAAAAAFxU/cbZ2cfulx6I/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.36.26+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNPV2bEYDV4/TieRWzzK0XI/AAAAAAAAFxU/cbZ2cfulx6I/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.36.26+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mr. Smiley Coley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nw0OHfDYJhU/TieRbkMcyqI/AAAAAAAAFxo/3F--s6sP9S8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.37.27+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nw0OHfDYJhU/TieRbkMcyqI/AAAAAAAAFxo/3F--s6sP9S8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.37.27+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTPbi-CmoWc/TieRa1pN70I/AAAAAAAAFxk/fPa1CDiIp_A/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.36.59+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTPbi-CmoWc/TieRa1pN70I/AAAAAAAAFxk/fPa1CDiIp_A/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.36.59+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; Benjamin exploring with Uncle Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxxviLZmquQ/TieRYmBKHSI/AAAAAAAAFxc/UhWl2OfPhvk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.36.46+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxxviLZmquQ/TieRYmBKHSI/AAAAAAAAFxc/UhWl2OfPhvk/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.36.46+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNCmPSa_MLU/TieRXgQ5ldI/AAAAAAAAFxY/aH2RKq15WmA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.36.36+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNCmPSa_MLU/TieRXgQ5ldI/AAAAAAAAFxY/aH2RKq15WmA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.36.36+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa Wayne keeping Cole happy. Cole always looks so little when Grandpa Wayne holds him. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nrm-cB4YU5U/TieRZnmCC9I/AAAAAAAAFxg/FvPZR59GKHE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.36.52+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nrm-cB4YU5U/TieRZnmCC9I/AAAAAAAAFxg/FvPZR59GKHE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.36.52+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; Beautiful Aunt Becky with her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-uLcmV7EwI/TieRcv49dEI/AAAAAAAAFxs/4UrFXHiVLwk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.37.33+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-uLcmV7EwI/TieRcv49dEI/AAAAAAAAFxs/4UrFXHiVLwk/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.37.33+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look that's me!! Can you believe it? I am appearing on my own blog. Don't get too used to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2vzlFYvW3g/TieRdoSbHGI/AAAAAAAAFxw/ZLz222_hujk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.37.40+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2vzlFYvW3g/TieRdoSbHGI/AAAAAAAAFxw/ZLz222_hujk/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+8.37.40+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4046492891146558326-5600153382315477592?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/5600153382315477592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/brighton.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/5600153382315477592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/5600153382315477592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/brighton.html' title='brighton'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWYIpYgcQ94/TieIHtF84bI/AAAAAAAAFwk/vxpmu-Fe8DA/s72-c/_DSC6196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-2369672684515988004</id><published>2011-07-17T08:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T16:44:48.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>family pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RhQOgKJmV4/TiLwlHGIcqI/AAAAAAAAFtk/eVERlx_L_lQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-17+at+8.15.24+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RhQOgKJmV4/TiLwlHGIcqI/AAAAAAAAFtk/eVERlx_L_lQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-17+at+8.15.24+AM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Mother's Day gift to myself was a trip to Vegas to see my dear friend Megan and to have her take our family pictures!! Hooray! I think it was an amazing present to myself because I adore the pictures! She is amazing! Check her out at &lt;a href="http://megruth.com/"&gt;megruth.com&lt;/a&gt;. Now the only problem is figuring out which ones to put up in my house and where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oVt74wYJNg4/TiLwnOXYsVI/AAAAAAAAFts/v5XCyuvSLsI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-17+at+8.15.46+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oVt74wYJNg4/TiLwnOXYsVI/AAAAAAAAFts/v5XCyuvSLsI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-17+at+8.15.46+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-deWT-3qKU/TiLw5kvkOpI/AAAAAAAAFvE/v5hWX41NRtQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-17+at+8.22.00+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-deWT-3qKU/TiLw5kvkOpI/AAAAAAAAFvE/v5hWX41NRtQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-17+at+8.22.00+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzr5B7tbYpw/ThXsrEg2cvI/AAAAAAAAFtg/ZE3C1ule8yI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-07+at+11.27.44+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzr5B7tbYpw/ThXsrEg2cvI/AAAAAAAAFtg/ZE3C1ule8yI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-07+at+11.27.44+AM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today was no exception. i ran upstairs to change my slimed shirt  before a relief society picnic. i was upstairs for less than two minutes  before i hear cole screming, which was quickly followed by ben  yelling,"i not doing anything mommy!" which is an instant tip that ben  has in fact just done something very naughty and he knows it. i ran down  the stairs to find cole tipped over in his stand-up play thing and ben  hiding behind the couch. nice. cole is so incredibly lucky to be alive. i  pray every night that cole makes it to see one. when i read scripture  stories with ben and he comes to the page where jesus is praying in  gethsemane, he asks me,"why jesus praying for us?" i tell him, "he is  praying for us to make the right choices so we will be happy. "oh," he  says, "he praying i not fight coley anymore?" "yes ben, he is praying  that you don't fight coley anymore." oh boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-3980677105509801202?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/3980677105509801202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/danger-zone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/3980677105509801202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/3980677105509801202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/danger-zone.html' title='danger zone'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzr5B7tbYpw/ThXsrEg2cvI/AAAAAAAAFtg/ZE3C1ule8yI/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-07-07+at+11.27.44+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-1895507858944397840</id><published>2011-07-06T23:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:25:27.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pirate day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2nqPR8Xbpo/ThXr8Lt1SjI/AAAAAAAAFtY/w89iHAKUem8/s1600/pirate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2nqPR8Xbpo/ThXr8Lt1SjI/AAAAAAAAFtY/w89iHAKUem8/s400/pirate.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today ben was obsessed with "jake and the neverland pirates." he  demanded we make a "team treasure chest" just like jakes. unfortunately  my first two attempts at a pirate chest were unacceptable. the first one  which was exactly like jakes via disney.com was vetoed because it was  too small. the second one made from a shoebox, which i thought was  awesome apparently wasn't his cup of tea either. also he needed a pirate  hat. lucky me, my first attempt was acceptable. the day was almost  ruined when we didn't have any gold doubloons on hand. so a trip to the  dollar store was the next order of business. but sadly the dollar store  let us down. no gold doubloons. only giant pennies. fortunately, there  was another mom there also in search of pirate paraphenalia. she tipped  us off that walmart had some in the party section. so off we went again  in search of gold doubloons. i found some gold coins that weren't  officially pirate currency, but luckily they passed with ben. so we came  home and loaded up the treasure chest (also found in the party section.  apparently better than what i could do) with our booty and set out on  many a pirate hunt. the treasure somehow winds up in the same spot every  time. hhmmmm . . . i smell funny business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-1895507858944397840?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/1895507858944397840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/pirate-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1895507858944397840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1895507858944397840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/pirate-day.html' title='pirate day'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2nqPR8Xbpo/ThXr8Lt1SjI/AAAAAAAAFtY/w89iHAKUem8/s72-c/pirate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-6284714923498313373</id><published>2011-07-06T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:12:26.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>zoo day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzQXfGSqWfo/ThUv1cyirzI/AAAAAAAAFs8/e--Y7rjvUHY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.31+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzQXfGSqWfo/ThUv1cyirzI/AAAAAAAAFs8/e--Y7rjvUHY/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.31+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;aaaahh the zoo! such a beautiful day. it was even more beautiful because my sister was there with us! ben loves it when aunt chic comes to town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--QasSNmCQK0/ThUvr568GnI/AAAAAAAAFsg/xS9UcjjrXwI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.56.15+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--QasSNmCQK0/ThUvr568GnI/AAAAAAAAFsg/xS9UcjjrXwI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.56.15+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ben thought the elephants eating their lunch was hilarious and mostly confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4R5HXNBbiao/ThUvt8DN5sI/AAAAAAAAFsk/XXxGwXtludE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.58.34+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4R5HXNBbiao/ThUvt8DN5sI/AAAAAAAAFsk/XXxGwXtludE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.58.34+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the zoo is currently under massive renovation. ben thought they might need some help to get the project finished. but he didn't quite have the muscle to do it alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yR_9gYHkgec/ThUv2vhpMZI/AAAAAAAAFtA/yXuNeibiUZA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.42+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yR_9gYHkgec/ThUv2vhpMZI/AAAAAAAAFtA/yXuNeibiUZA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.42+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;good thing aunt chic was there to back him up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3Pr4FtoJaY/ThUvvCDTX_I/AAAAAAAAFso/SyrSB2iBYIo/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.58.56+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3Pr4FtoJaY/ThUvvCDTX_I/AAAAAAAAFso/SyrSB2iBYIo/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.58.56+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i love giraffes. why? because they are awkwardly beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAcZMSahaOY/ThUvwaetWYI/AAAAAAAAFss/gc6MyCHU6AA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.02+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAcZMSahaOY/ThUvwaetWYI/AAAAAAAAFss/gc6MyCHU6AA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.02+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it totally looked like the giraffe in the back is leaning up against the wall. not the case. he is standing in the weirdest position with most of his weight on one of his back legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2IqhgjsfUU/ThUvxrV3ZzI/AAAAAAAAFsw/sJ068lD8Y9I/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.10+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="636" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2IqhgjsfUU/ThUvxrV3ZzI/AAAAAAAAFsw/sJ068lD8Y9I/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.10+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_bymJFWMAI/ThUvyrYbbOI/AAAAAAAAFs0/fKdNstX59es/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.17+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_bymJFWMAI/ThUvyrYbbOI/AAAAAAAAFs0/fKdNstX59es/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.17+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;grandma had a great time snuggling coley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9YnmMWNAEYY/ThUv5EIr9ZI/AAAAAAAAFtI/I3AaWzL1VpU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.58+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9YnmMWNAEYY/ThUv5EIr9ZI/AAAAAAAAFtI/I3AaWzL1VpU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.58+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i made chic play dress up. ha ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu1uprb-97Y/ThUvzcVgH8I/AAAAAAAAFs4/4_HepKC6u2U/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.25+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu1uprb-97Y/ThUvzcVgH8I/AAAAAAAAFs4/4_HepKC6u2U/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.25+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh my little melty coley. he so has my heart wrapped around his chunky finger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0w4LBNxHm-c/ThUvpxhJJ8I/AAAAAAAAFsc/fbHfo2MdeT8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.54.54+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0w4LBNxHm-c/ThUvpxhJJ8I/AAAAAAAAFsc/fbHfo2MdeT8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.54.54+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;last time we were at the zoo, ben was terrified of the the carousel. but this time he was begging to go on it. so what super awesome animal did he choose to ride?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lj0PfWtxXfw/ThUv8sXT74I/AAAAAAAAFtM/dOZdQxSFnXM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+10.00.19+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lj0PfWtxXfw/ThUv8sXT74I/AAAAAAAAFtM/dOZdQxSFnXM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+10.00.19+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the stationary peacock boat. oh brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDfjVYtgfzM/ThUwBagjNnI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/cbLMNGEU048/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+10.00.29+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDfjVYtgfzM/ThUwBagjNnI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/cbLMNGEU048/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+10.00.29+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;what on earth would you need an emergency ladder at the zoo for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wtw35ozKpeE/ThUwChhvZRI/AAAAAAAAFtU/wF7P-5sYhgQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+10.00.36+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wtw35ozKpeE/ThUwChhvZRI/AAAAAAAAFtU/wF7P-5sYhgQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+10.00.36+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in case you fall in the gorilla enclosure. i don't think that makes me feel safe.&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/4046492891146558326-6284714923498313373?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/6284714923498313373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/zoo-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/6284714923498313373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/6284714923498313373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/zoo-day.html' title='zoo day!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzQXfGSqWfo/ThUv1cyirzI/AAAAAAAAFs8/e--Y7rjvUHY/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+9.59.31+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-3769690223923360150</id><published>2011-07-06T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:34:36.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="338" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26079964" width="601"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/26079964"&gt;peek a boo&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3810378"&gt;Britta Bruderer&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&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/4046492891146558326-3769690223923360150?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/3769690223923360150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/favorite-game.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/3769690223923360150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/3769690223923360150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/favorite-game.html' title='favorite game'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-650321882907079129</id><published>2011-07-06T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:03:11.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>last soccer game of the season!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uV1SgAdJOLc/ThTPMbVVoII/AAAAAAAAFsM/2BA_kNrqtdY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.09.05+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uV1SgAdJOLc/ThTPMbVVoII/AAAAAAAAFsM/2BA_kNrqtdY/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.09.05+PM.png" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i can't believe that soccer season is already over!! how sad! granted ben didn't really spend much time on the field, but i had fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fPw9bzE9ls/ThTPGvPEVrI/AAAAAAAAFr8/-6dGpC62B9k/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.08.33+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fPw9bzE9ls/ThTPGvPEVrI/AAAAAAAAFr8/-6dGpC62B9k/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.08.33+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;his last game was actually his best game. he actually played all by himself. that was a huge step for him. he had to hold coach brad's hand a little bit in the beginning, but by the end he was running and actually going after the ball! he even got an assist! next year will be awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5hR0tBXhT4/ThTPJFYFCiI/AAAAAAAAFsE/oytw5QkKWg8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.08.48+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5hR0tBXhT4/ThTPJFYFCiI/AAAAAAAAFsE/oytw5QkKWg8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.08.48+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;grandpa dave and cindy came to the game today. i attribute ben's sudden surge of bravery to the fact that he had a fresh audience to impress. not to mention grandpa was super excited to give him some special one on one training!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qISbQyoyYms/ThTPKuQx6HI/AAAAAAAAFsI/bZw-csOa8-c/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.08.54+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qISbQyoyYms/ThTPKuQx6HI/AAAAAAAAFsI/bZw-csOa8-c/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.08.54+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;coach brad totally deserves the "coach of the year" award. he is awesome. he never ever gave up on ben. thanks coach! ben loves you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGQp445xcuc/ThTPNkwVkWI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/WPkcrbNvisE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.09.13+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGQp445xcuc/ThTPNkwVkWI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/WPkcrbNvisE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.09.13+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe9BspLhsOA/ThTPOhR3_XI/AAAAAAAAFsU/07aiv9OB2D0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.09.21+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe9BspLhsOA/ThTPOhR3_XI/AAAAAAAAFsU/07aiv9OB2D0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.09.21+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;what soccer game is complete without an otter pop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehXZUnFt6Ss/ThTPP8Dg1II/AAAAAAAAFsY/boSs_71JCkk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.09.27+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehXZUnFt6Ss/ThTPP8Dg1II/AAAAAAAAFsY/boSs_71JCkk/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.09.27+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and what season is complete without a shiny medal?! this is ben's very first sports "trophy." he was so proud of his "menal." congrats on an adventurous first season big guy! (yes that is red gatorade all over his face and shirt. what crazy mom gives a three year old red gatorade to drink by himself? oh right that was me. oops.)&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/4046492891146558326-650321882907079129?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/650321882907079129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-soccer-game-of-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/650321882907079129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/650321882907079129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-soccer-game-of-season.html' title='last soccer game of the season!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uV1SgAdJOLc/ThTPMbVVoII/AAAAAAAAFsM/2BA_kNrqtdY/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-07-06+at+3.09.05+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-1449166046870619972</id><published>2011-07-05T22:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:05:18.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pcJu3daSSBo/ThPeqi1x7II/AAAAAAAAFrc/GIckBbTZXHU/s1600/photo.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pcJu3daSSBo/ThPeqi1x7II/AAAAAAAAFrc/GIckBbTZXHU/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today  was idyllic. everything was beautiful for almost the whole day.  everybody was up together. ben and i made a really really cool  firecracker cake in the morning. everybody pitched in and we cleaned up  the house. then we went over to scott's aunts house for a bbq and  swimming. it was a little overcast, which made for a more pleasant  fourth, but we weren't dying to get in the pool. but of course all the  little cousins wanted to get in, so ben did too. so we all got in the  pool. ben was a rockstar!! he had a life jacket and a noodle and he got  brave enough to swim around all by himself! it was so awesome. cole of  course didn't even flinch. he loves the water. he floated around in a  baby float playing with a plastic grasshopper. we swam and swam until we  were cold and tired. i got cole out and was getting him dressed when  scott and ben got out of the pool. of course ben started having a major  tantrum because he thought he was freezing to death. i didn't even look  up when he started screaming because it is just so ben, but what made me  look was that everybody at the party, all 40+ of them, had gone silent  when ben started screaming. they all wore looks of deep worry on their  faces. clearly these people had not seen benjamin or any other child  like him before. i laughed because it is just every day life with ben,  but i think we may have scarred some relatives! after the party we all  came home and wiped out! everybody took a nap! hooray! best treat ever!  after everybody woke up we drove into salt lake and went to the SL Bees  game. the game itself seemed to drag on forever, until the 8th inning  when the other team caught up. but we were all so done and ready for  fireworks, the reason we were cheering for a strike was so the game  would be over, not so the Bees would win! ben has been talking about the  fireworks for days, and he was so excited when they started, but about  five minutes in he got scared and started screaming. scott calmed him  down and covered his ears and then he did better. cole on the other hand  thought the fireworks were hilarious! seriously! he just kept giggling  and talking. so funny. what a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-1449166046870619972?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/1449166046870619972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1449166046870619972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1449166046870619972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pcJu3daSSBo/ThPeqi1x7II/AAAAAAAAFrc/GIckBbTZXHU/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-7428943421132761924</id><published>2011-07-01T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T22:16:33.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>coley - o news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;here are some of the hilarious new things cole is doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he tries really hard to repeat animal sounds. he really just clears his throat and grunts, but he always looks to me for approval. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has started doing this little fake cough lately to get attention. it is hilarious because it really is so forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he loves to play with books, but he gets really really mad when they close and he can't get them back open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever he hears music or i sing him a song he throws his hands in the air and waves them like he is conducting an orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has learned how to give kisses. although i am the only one he will give them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night he loves having his blanket, binky, and his penguin. when we walk into his room and i start to grab his blanket out of the crib, he knows that i always put his binky in my mouth, so as soon as i turn my head he grabs it out of my mouth and puts it back in his. when i put him in his crib he grabs for his stuffed penguin that aunt chicken gave him. he likes to hold onto its beak the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-7428943421132761924?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/7428943421132761924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/coley-o-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/7428943421132761924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/7428943421132761924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/07/coley-o-news.html' title='coley - o news'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-1825416734374609135</id><published>2011-06-25T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T15:01:01.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EaHh4lgFOyk/TgOpsqNfxSI/AAAAAAAAFpg/tOgibwGSbSM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.52.05+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EaHh4lgFOyk/TgOpsqNfxSI/AAAAAAAAFpg/tOgibwGSbSM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.52.05+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;HAPPY BIRTHDAY APRIL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_la6tXBVIcM/TgOpxTnjAgI/AAAAAAAAFp0/UUz5V4_WjYA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.58.31+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_la6tXBVIcM/TgOpxTnjAgI/AAAAAAAAFp0/UUz5V4_WjYA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.58.31+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We planned a surprise party at Sugarhouse Park to let Aunt April know how much we love her. Ben was so so exited. I had to wait to tell him about the party until the day of, and I still told him a little early because he kept asking all day if it was time for "apee's" party yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CyPPMwNyyW4/TgOpyAI8vHI/AAAAAAAAFp4/VXXi4iD8lsw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.58.39+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CyPPMwNyyW4/TgOpyAI8vHI/AAAAAAAAFp4/VXXi4iD8lsw/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.58.39+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Michelle found the most perfect balloons for the party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KpA0OduD5I/TgOpzEWNayI/AAAAAAAAFp8/hcs3TO8-DMo/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.58.47+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KpA0OduD5I/TgOpzEWNayI/AAAAAAAAFp8/hcs3TO8-DMo/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.58.47+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Since Ben has clearly picked Uncle Jason as his very favorite person in the world. Everyone is competing to be Cole's favorite. Kara really, really want to be the favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8IViRg09Gs/TgOp1gc5IGI/AAAAAAAAFqI/gIZrJPbJXks/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.59.28+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8IViRg09Gs/TgOp1gc5IGI/AAAAAAAAFqI/gIZrJPbJXks/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.59.28+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though Apee was a bit late, Ben finally to to tell her, "Suh-prize! Happy Burt-day!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLLUWPpp0fg/TgOpvlsQb9I/AAAAAAAAFps/wsT1c3QuzgI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.56.13+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLLUWPpp0fg/TgOpvlsQb9I/AAAAAAAAFps/wsT1c3QuzgI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.56.13+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course we had to crown Apee as princess for a day! And it had to be pink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vzKOiDAG8c/TgOp2haukKI/AAAAAAAAFqM/cAJ0Z-Hf0j4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.59.38+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vzKOiDAG8c/TgOp2haukKI/AAAAAAAAFqM/cAJ0Z-Hf0j4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.59.38+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ctwrUNswPLY/TgOpz4MDDkI/AAAAAAAAFqA/qnDXkzO114k/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.58.57+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ctwrUNswPLY/TgOpz4MDDkI/AAAAAAAAFqA/qnDXkzO114k/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.58.57+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Adri's brand new duck! So cute! He can drink from a bottle! Adri is the best mama duck I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--yBa06dZR0U/TgOptpnWXgI/AAAAAAAAFpk/_c6MXbDGjJc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.53.38+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--yBa06dZR0U/TgOptpnWXgI/AAAAAAAAFpk/_c6MXbDGjJc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.53.38+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh Sally. She is so grown up! She is turning 8 this year!! How can this be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OW4-fzPPxLo/TgOpu9LmEgI/AAAAAAAAFpo/Y4N168lrph0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.54.44+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OW4-fzPPxLo/TgOpu9LmEgI/AAAAAAAAFpo/Y4N168lrph0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.54.44+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Calvin has a thing for cupcakes. I like to think that he prefers my cupcakes. The last couple family gatherings we have had he has swiped one while mom and dad were distracted! So funny to turn around and find Calvin stuffing his face as fast as he can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFcJdpGFLXQ/TgOpwgd4PbI/AAAAAAAAFpw/LUYf0EvhbJQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.57.29+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFcJdpGFLXQ/TgOpwgd4PbI/AAAAAAAAFpw/LUYf0EvhbJQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.57.29+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole was content with his graham cracker, but he didn't know there were cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6izswVnAMdw/TgOp3cdV9HI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/B0nwJihpjfM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.59.53+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6izswVnAMdw/TgOp3cdV9HI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/B0nwJihpjfM/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.59.53+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Cousin Lisa and two of her beautiful children, Parker and Katie. Ben kept thinking all the Balfour girls were Aunt April. Whenver one of them arrived at the party he would yell,"Apee is here!" They all look alike. He was so so confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yQvXcTUVe0Q/TgOp4NrXyeI/AAAAAAAAFqU/pr03E-UMoxE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.08+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yQvXcTUVe0Q/TgOp4NrXyeI/AAAAAAAAFqU/pr03E-UMoxE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.08+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Great Grandma Fowler. 92 and still going strong. She always looks so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVjjaV4skM4/TgOp4_L1ylI/AAAAAAAAFqY/Y7ZcDJD_1-g/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.16+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVjjaV4skM4/TgOp4_L1ylI/AAAAAAAAFqY/Y7ZcDJD_1-g/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.16+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Best buddies Weston and Ben. They have finally decided that they like each other! Check out the hand hold! It is so fun that they are to the age where they can play with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uw_P_XnKhrg/TgOp9RnW8UI/AAAAAAAAFqw/SBX4EY99JlU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.58+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uw_P_XnKhrg/TgOp9RnW8UI/AAAAAAAAFqw/SBX4EY99JlU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.58+PM.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course they fight for time with Uncle Jason, but that is just because he is awesome and they can't get enough. Jason took them to go feed the ducks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_75MpawQbQ/TgOp5Y1lFtI/AAAAAAAAFqc/BPCx0OGhKxw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.22+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_75MpawQbQ/TgOp5Y1lFtI/AAAAAAAAFqc/BPCx0OGhKxw/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.22+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good thing Jason comes with big muscles !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7B1V_pyk_c/TgOp7rwos4I/AAAAAAAAFqo/Ow-MK9MRjA4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.42+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7B1V_pyk_c/TgOp7rwos4I/AAAAAAAAFqo/Ow-MK9MRjA4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.42+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YIfv036FtzI/TgOp6yBrxnI/AAAAAAAAFqk/dnmgILe6ZPo/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.36+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YIfv036FtzI/TgOp6yBrxnI/AAAAAAAAFqk/dnmgILe6ZPo/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.36+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NAAZXOfWUXM/TgOp6YQoSxI/AAAAAAAAFqg/dKl61JN0xOc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.29+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NAAZXOfWUXM/TgOp6YQoSxI/AAAAAAAAFqg/dKl61JN0xOc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.29+PM.png" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TJSQu-sa2A/TgOp8WIQu2I/AAAAAAAAFqs/iAfM0nsH8g4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.49+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TJSQu-sa2A/TgOp8WIQu2I/AAAAAAAAFqs/iAfM0nsH8g4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+3.00.49+PM.png" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-1825416734374609135?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/1825416734374609135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/surprise-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1825416734374609135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1825416734374609135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/surprise-party.html' title='surprise party!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EaHh4lgFOyk/TgOpsqNfxSI/AAAAAAAAFpg/tOgibwGSbSM/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.52.05+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-7088082449428838452</id><published>2011-06-24T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:10:03.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"tell me dat story again mommy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;ben is really curious and really smart. his is constantly asking me "a cuz why mommy" to try to figure out the crazy world around him. i know when i have really sparked his interest with my responses when he says, "tell me dat story again mommy!" for example, he saw the fire escape ladder in our widow well and asked, "what's dat mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "a ladder"&lt;br /&gt;ben: "whats it do?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "helps us get out if there is a fire and we can't get upstairs to go out the front door?"&lt;br /&gt;ben: "a cuz why mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "if our house catches on fire and we can't get out we need to use that special ladder"&lt;br /&gt;ben: "a cuz why mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "so we will be safe"&lt;br /&gt;ben: "a cuz why mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "so we don't get burned by the fire"&lt;br /&gt;ben: "a cuz why mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "because fire is really, really hot and it can burn us. it is really dangerous."&lt;br /&gt;ben pauses for processing time . . .&lt;br /&gt;ben: "tell me dat story again mommy"&lt;br /&gt;so then i have to tell him the "story" 30 more times until he understands. what a guy. i also had to tell him about drowning a million times after we watched the lifeguard jump in to save a little kid and we have been through what tornados do a billion times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kU1GV-UVTt8/TgOlz2NZEgI/AAAAAAAAFpU/nkAnHyDJYjI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.44.38+PM.png" width="640" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;oh how i adore these two boys! they are so darling. they are boys through and through. rough and tough and goofy. but even after all the wrestling they do love each other. and i love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FliNDquTq9c/TgOl-JvxZZI/AAAAAAAAFpc/vr8Vb56XsD4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.45.23+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FliNDquTq9c/TgOl-JvxZZI/AAAAAAAAFpc/vr8Vb56XsD4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.45.23+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-8839914486140442450?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/8839914486140442450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-my-boys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8839914486140442450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8839914486140442450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-my-boys.html' title='oh my boys . . .'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kU1GV-UVTt8/TgOlz2NZEgI/AAAAAAAAFpU/nkAnHyDJYjI/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.44.38+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-3159408140100401726</id><published>2011-06-17T13:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T22:19:41.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Oiso3CvE8o/TgODNdYhKUI/AAAAAAAAFng/S4EMaKYYB5A/s1600/_DSC5485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Oiso3CvE8o/TgODNdYhKUI/AAAAAAAAFng/S4EMaKYYB5A/s640/_DSC5485.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;my sweet little baby boy is growing up so so too fast. scott and i always say that we wish we could freeze dry him just as he is now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbuniHEHygg/TgODRxexg0I/AAAAAAAAFno/QqngDoFvdfE/s1600/_DSC5490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbuniHEHygg/TgODRxexg0I/AAAAAAAAFno/QqngDoFvdfE/s640/_DSC5490.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="338" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/25519609" width="601"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25519609"&gt;crawling&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3810378"&gt;Britta Bruderer&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ-qJwRSeRc/TgOhAvkGgoI/AAAAAAAAFo0/cdVBBqfjjXg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.22.44+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he is officially crawling. he is really sneaky when he crawls. he won't  really do it unless there is something he really wants (ie my phone). or  he does this hilarious mischievous crawl when he knows he isn't  supposed to get something, like ben 's sippy cup or the stairs. he does this burst of super speed. sadly,  he did take his first trip down the stairs this last week. i saw him  right on the edge of the stairs and i yelled,"no cole!" so what did he  do? launch himself down with a huge smile on his face! ouch. he has also  learned how to pull himself up on things. he hasn't stood up in his  crib yet, but he loves to pull himself up on the stairs. he gets so  proud of himself that we usually get a booty dance after his big  accomplishment. this week he has been cutting his first two teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ-qJwRSeRc/TgOhAvkGgoI/AAAAAAAAFo0/cdVBBqfjjXg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.22.44+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ-qJwRSeRc/TgOhAvkGgoI/AAAAAAAAFo0/cdVBBqfjjXg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.22.44+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;he still eats everything in his path, sand and rocks included. i have to watch him like a hawk. i gave him a pickle the other day and he got so so so mad at me when i had to take it away to bite off a piece so he wouldn't choke. he loves pickles. maybe that explains why i liked them so much when i was pregnant with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKb8_3VrESY/TgOfnghsloI/AAAAAAAAFow/BB0vWW8JFxQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.18.15+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKb8_3VrESY/TgOfnghsloI/AAAAAAAAFow/BB0vWW8JFxQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.18.15+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;his favorite game is peek-a-boo in his crib. he likes to hide behind the bumper pad and then pull it down when i say peek-a-boo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lr1vlsIglmg/TgOhVpc1nVI/AAAAAAAAFo4/rEURr4zRPmA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.23.04+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lr1vlsIglmg/TgOhVpc1nVI/AAAAAAAAFo4/rEURr4zRPmA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.23.04+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1nsCHeUjeZw/TgOjnGnwujI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/KGgaXB1SmlI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.35.14+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1nsCHeUjeZw/TgOjnGnwujI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/KGgaXB1SmlI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.35.14+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5KFA8vBXww/TgOhxeMojeI/AAAAAAAAFpE/P0slAvTWBUA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.23.42+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5KFA8vBXww/TgOhxeMojeI/AAAAAAAAFpE/P0slAvTWBUA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.23.42+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;when he sits in the grass he always pulls his leg up, both if he can, because he is not crazy about the texture of grass. he is still sleeping all through the night which is so glorious. love love this sleeper baby. his naps are a little funky with teething happening, but i will take solid nights over good naps any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aenTz5tU1Q/TgOhfSOg6zI/AAAAAAAAFo8/Iu-0KeHEafQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.23.28+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aenTz5tU1Q/TgOhfSOg6zI/AAAAAAAAFo8/Iu-0KeHEafQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.23.28+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;he is still our little sunshine ball. every morning he is just so excited to see me and be alive. he is so smiley and sweet. we love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTozphMVS38/TgOimRCXvjI/AAAAAAAAFpM/G5528x4LMRc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-23+at+2.30.59+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;fun facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he just learned how to wave hello and bye-bye. he waves like a pageant queen and it is adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he loves to open and close things. especially doors and this little toy treasure chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he is obsessed with the door stops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he is a water baby and loves to splash at the pool. he isn't scared at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;when he stands up we sing him,"shake your booty" and he does! so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;when he is tired he buries his head into me and snuggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he loves to snuggle his stuffed penguin that aunt chicken gave him when he goes to sleep. he always grabs the penguin's beak and then snuggles it to his face. &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/4046492891146558326-3159408140100401726?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/3159408140100401726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/nine-months-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/3159408140100401726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/3159408140100401726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/nine-months-old.html' title='Nine Months Old'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Oiso3CvE8o/TgODNdYhKUI/AAAAAAAAFng/S4EMaKYYB5A/s72-c/_DSC5485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-8914379556828245423</id><published>2011-06-16T22:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:04:01.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer buddies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2o5rgNV55s/TfmA4bqCGcI/AAAAAAAAFfg/BbJqY7hanjk/s1600/_DSC4828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2o5rgNV55s/TfmA4bqCGcI/AAAAAAAAFfg/BbJqY7hanjk/s640/_DSC4828.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Ben's soccer team. Where is Ben? On the sidelines with me crying of course. But how cute are these guys? They wanted to hold hands while they played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5fxScEKxVA/TfmA49O6USI/AAAAAAAAFfk/Lal8MQnVwYg/s1600/_DSC4830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5fxScEKxVA/TfmA49O6USI/AAAAAAAAFfk/Lal8MQnVwYg/s640/_DSC4830.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then they all wanted to be the goalkeeper. Coach Brad got them back on track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_scp8KYy7Pw/TfmA3yAb_bI/AAAAAAAAFfc/RFEIRoX1Jsc/s1600/_DSC4823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_scp8KYy7Pw/TfmA3yAb_bI/AAAAAAAAFfc/RFEIRoX1Jsc/s640/_DSC4823.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben insisted on holding somebody's hand to play. Luckily, he thinks Coach Brad is cool, and Coach Brad is AWESOME and lovingly helps Ben get into the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1004qEaOUIU/TfmA5Y9ar1I/AAAAAAAAFfo/zAn5slTnN-Q/s1600/_DSC4834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1004qEaOUIU/TfmA5Y9ar1I/AAAAAAAAFfo/zAn5slTnN-Q/s640/_DSC4834.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brynner decided he needed to hold Coach Brad's, also his dad, hand. And then Ben had to hold Brynner's hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGBAA1ubjKw/TfmA58ow7gI/AAAAAAAAFfs/VPX1nmYhTIQ/s1600/_DSC4837.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGBAA1ubjKw/TfmA58ow7gI/AAAAAAAAFfs/VPX1nmYhTIQ/s640/_DSC4837.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben was a little too rough and tough for poor Brynner. He dragged him all over the field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-reRpoIN9fzA/TfmA6Wo08-I/AAAAAAAAFfw/RA7gG5WLNKQ/s1600/_DSC4849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-reRpoIN9fzA/TfmA6Wo08-I/AAAAAAAAFfw/RA7gG5WLNKQ/s640/_DSC4849.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Luckily, Ben is really good at kissing "owees" better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddw08bsQXTo/TfmA2UeGnzI/AAAAAAAAFfU/_CPRgWOAa_o/s1600/_DSC4812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddw08bsQXTo/TfmA2UeGnzI/AAAAAAAAFfU/_CPRgWOAa_o/s640/_DSC4812.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These two decided that that soccer was not the game for them, throwing pinecones was way more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3D3oLft-HA/TfmA60kZc5I/AAAAAAAAFf0/CuOjD06akt8/s1600/_DSC4854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3D3oLft-HA/TfmA60kZc5I/AAAAAAAAFf0/CuOjD06akt8/s640/_DSC4854.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But they did play soccer with each other after the game was over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rvj4TupF0Dg/TfmA7k6x87I/AAAAAAAAFf4/nTnjFpkhTnY/s1600/_DSC4855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rvj4TupF0Dg/TfmA7k6x87I/AAAAAAAAFf4/nTnjFpkhTnY/s640/_DSC4855.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben isn't the star forward, or even on the field much yet, but progress is being made and someday soon we hope he will love the game. If not, hopefully he will at least have fun!&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/4046492891146558326-8914379556828245423?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/8914379556828245423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/soccer-buddies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8914379556828245423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8914379556828245423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/soccer-buddies.html' title='soccer buddies!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2o5rgNV55s/TfmA4bqCGcI/AAAAAAAAFfg/BbJqY7hanjk/s72-c/_DSC4828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-8235434297001115215</id><published>2011-06-15T21:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:01:38.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tubby time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejx8vseZ3LU/Tfl_vpvvdnI/AAAAAAAAFeU/r2x-XJfoqVI/s640/_DSC5207.jpg" width="640" /&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/4046492891146558326-8235434297001115215?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/8235434297001115215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/tubby-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8235434297001115215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/8235434297001115215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/tubby-time.html' title='tubby time!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FzAFfeQKs0U/Tfl_zfyX3oI/AAAAAAAAFec/5191u5A8r-A/s72-c/_DSC5220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-4190590330465561733</id><published>2011-06-10T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T21:14:41.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>classic car show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEMGffpvZZY/TfLbIUfA6XI/AAAAAAAAFag/m2CFl99xsEs/s1600/_DSC4792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEMGffpvZZY/TfLbIUfA6XI/AAAAAAAAFag/m2CFl99xsEs/s640/_DSC4792.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;SWEET!!! I am not sure who had a better time, me or Ben. I have a serious fetish for old cars. Scott always asks me what my dream car would be, thinking I will say an Acura MDX or Lexus that. But I could really care less, a car is just a car to me. But old cars that is another thing. If it was even remotely practical I would lust after one of these cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kHyC03VtYVk/TfLbK-4JrYI/AAAAAAAAFas/bPCd20qccbI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-10+at+8.32.20+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kHyC03VtYVk/TfLbK-4JrYI/AAAAAAAAFas/bPCd20qccbI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-10+at+8.32.20+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JnK2QrcF930/TfLbvJFia_I/AAAAAAAAFbY/7Dex2UAOX-Y/s1600/_DSC4670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JnK2QrcF930/TfLbvJFia_I/AAAAAAAAFbY/7Dex2UAOX-Y/s640/_DSC4670.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;C'mon, these cars are sooooo much cooler than anything you see coming out of a factory these days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O4KWXrXVS6Q/TfLbKY2RYfI/AAAAAAAAFao/qu2xy8ZNgtI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-10+at+8.31.15+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O4KWXrXVS6Q/TfLbKY2RYfI/AAAAAAAAFao/qu2xy8ZNgtI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-10+at+8.31.15+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They don't make them like they used to! Sigh . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLkCs-86ZHA/TfLbi9GwcNI/AAAAAAAAFbM/rycucN2RMes/s1600/_DSC4741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLkCs-86ZHA/TfLbi9GwcNI/AAAAAAAAFbM/rycucN2RMes/s640/_DSC4741.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_Xsk4oQEyU/TfLbgvE-RkI/AAAAAAAAFbI/bcXHoRHBKuo/s1600/_DSC4736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_Xsk4oQEyU/TfLbgvE-RkI/AAAAAAAAFbI/bcXHoRHBKuo/s640/_DSC4736.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you find Ben? Look really closely at the hubcap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y15lOf3IvtE/TfLbYoNrCvI/AAAAAAAAFbA/8cbD7kEE60U/s1600/_DSC4714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y15lOf3IvtE/TfLbYoNrCvI/AAAAAAAAFbA/8cbD7kEE60U/s640/_DSC4714.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j_qayjCaSH4/TfLbMAlyO0I/AAAAAAAAFaw/MdYotvOoSBs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-10+at+8.33.34+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j_qayjCaSH4/TfLbMAlyO0I/AAAAAAAAFaw/MdYotvOoSBs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-10+at+8.33.34+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was an Amphicar! Yes it drives on land and in the water! Check the propellers underneath!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wTX40jSk-zY/TfLbb8bR2qI/AAAAAAAAFbE/Tn28etRY0rY/s1600/_DSC4716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wTX40jSk-zY/TfLbb8bR2qI/AAAAAAAAFbE/Tn28etRY0rY/s640/_DSC4716.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was the "Mater" truck. The owner left it all rusted and added some Mater stickers. The kids were all nuts for this one. Even though it didn't have a tow hitch, the kids all thought it was the real Mater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uWDLHVcncvU/TfLbJR3J7lI/AAAAAAAAFak/r2q3eCNBHd0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-10+at+8.29.59+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uWDLHVcncvU/TfLbJR3J7lI/AAAAAAAAFak/r2q3eCNBHd0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-10+at+8.29.59+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BO7p_h_jTE/TfLbVjXhL9I/AAAAAAAAFa8/Hs4WzXNApSM/s1600/_DSC4710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BO7p_h_jTE/TfLbVjXhL9I/AAAAAAAAFa8/Hs4WzXNApSM/s640/_DSC4710.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e2jn98biWNM/TfLbmXHzabI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/O_fKz0PGvSY/s1600/_DSC4750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e2jn98biWNM/TfLbmXHzabI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/O_fKz0PGvSY/s640/_DSC4750.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72TCrPDZJDc/TfLboiQJULI/AAAAAAAAFbU/ugtV5ePhdIo/s1600/_DSC4768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72TCrPDZJDc/TfLboiQJULI/AAAAAAAAFbU/ugtV5ePhdIo/s640/_DSC4768.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-4190590330465561733?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/4190590330465561733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/classic-car-show.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4190590330465561733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/4190590330465561733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/classic-car-show.html' title='classic car show'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEMGffpvZZY/TfLbIUfA6XI/AAAAAAAAFag/m2CFl99xsEs/s72-c/_DSC4792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-1639233938416480776</id><published>2011-06-10T16:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:02:00.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Barbara Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITzY-dbZX0Q/Te_yXuX-pyI/AAAAAAAAFZA/1UgJ5exhaqQ/s1600/_DSC4503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITzY-dbZX0Q/Te_yXuX-pyI/AAAAAAAAFZA/1UgJ5exhaqQ/s640/_DSC4503.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Scott lost his mom to breast cancer 10 years ago. So it makes Mother's Day a bit rough. His siblings started a tradition of getting together every year on Mother's Day and talking about their mom and their memories of her. This year we got together at Sugarhouse park to remember Grandma Barbara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3MG7FvNEto/Te_x4ayec0I/AAAAAAAAFYg/fwZJjXQQXFQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+3.44.32+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3MG7FvNEto/Te_x4ayec0I/AAAAAAAAFYg/fwZJjXQQXFQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+3.44.32+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We brought some old bread to feed the seagulls, geese and ducks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTwy_xA1qvY/Te_yoWlxpBI/AAAAAAAAFZE/FljEzqcrsfg/s1600/_DSC4375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTwy_xA1qvY/Te_yoWlxpBI/AAAAAAAAFZE/FljEzqcrsfg/s640/_DSC4375.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Adri was in heaven. She is the duck queen. She has a whole little flock of stuffed ducks that she carries around with her. They all have names. She spent five minutes saying goodbye to the ducks. Blowing them kisses and promising to come back soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knsZWh8l2xA/Te_x5RWXgdI/AAAAAAAAFYk/9KZWDxEFNBU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+3.46.57+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knsZWh8l2xA/Te_x5RWXgdI/AAAAAAAAFYk/9KZWDxEFNBU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+3.46.57+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sally and Adri are my darling, darling nieces. I made Sally promise me that she wouldn't grow up and go to kindergarten, because it would break my heart. She looked at me and said,"I going to be big and go to kindergarten." Now she is going into 3rd grade! and Adri will be in first!! They are growing up so so fast! I changed both of their diapers. I feel really really old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHphahC0a9s/Te_y-Fc2s6I/AAAAAAAAFZI/LZ2L0H6fvS0/s1600/_DSC4419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHphahC0a9s/Te_y-Fc2s6I/AAAAAAAAFZI/LZ2L0H6fvS0/s640/_DSC4419.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hottie Amber always has a big beautiful smile on her face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqKg9n_9oBE/Te_zGFLJvUI/AAAAAAAAFZM/ev8Lu7Rxv4Y/s1600/_DSC4380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqKg9n_9oBE/Te_zGFLJvUI/AAAAAAAAFZM/ev8Lu7Rxv4Y/s640/_DSC4380.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh Ben. Running like a wild man. Again. Up and down the hill he went about a million times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AvAYqZ8FX88/Te_zHusRmXI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/ylgEPDbn3gA/s1600/_DSC4392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AvAYqZ8FX88/Te_zHusRmXI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/ylgEPDbn3gA/s640/_DSC4392.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_xW7iSg4dE/Te_zPBFMWbI/AAAAAAAAFZc/cMoIrI80CBI/s1600/_DSC4439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_xW7iSg4dE/Te_zPBFMWbI/AAAAAAAAFZc/cMoIrI80CBI/s640/_DSC4439.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dilly Bars are one of Grandma Barbara's favorite treats. So April brought some for all of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_sw9PU_Iow/Te_zMht_bII/AAAAAAAAFZY/qh2VXcVqIK4/s1600/_DSC4430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_sw9PU_Iow/Te_zMht_bII/AAAAAAAAFZY/qh2VXcVqIK4/s640/_DSC4430.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who doesn't love Dilly Bars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8JC7XHkZ6xk/Te_x7YZiEbI/AAAAAAAAFYs/doYNpVAXb1k/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+3.54.00+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8JC7XHkZ6xk/Te_x7YZiEbI/AAAAAAAAFYs/doYNpVAXb1k/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+3.54.00+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o5HTtXC6Z_I/Te_zKfX6JbI/AAAAAAAAFZU/pSme5tsWgyc/s1600/_DSC4424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o5HTtXC6Z_I/Te_zKfX6JbI/AAAAAAAAFZU/pSme5tsWgyc/s640/_DSC4424.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1t-ewnd081w/Te_x8qPJr0I/AAAAAAAAFYw/frwzx7I0sh4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+3.56.38+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1t-ewnd081w/Te_x8qPJr0I/AAAAAAAAFYw/frwzx7I0sh4/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+3.56.38+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think it is safe to say that the love of Dilly Bars runs deep in this family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuhOQ8srJBE/Te_x6On6XTI/AAAAAAAAFYo/5_7XoiZXeGQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+3.48.35+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuhOQ8srJBE/Te_x6On6XTI/AAAAAAAAFYo/5_7XoiZXeGQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+3.48.35+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5GG5zllOGQ/Te_x-AW9fjI/AAAAAAAAFY0/JKhnxeJDrho/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+3.59.09+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5GG5zllOGQ/Te_x-AW9fjI/AAAAAAAAFY0/JKhnxeJDrho/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+3.59.09+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben found a dirt pile. So of course he started digging and kicking and throwing dirt everywhere. I couldn't bring myself to stop him because he was having so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j71uf1B5-kU/Te_x_NvA3qI/AAAAAAAAFY4/Amz6IrS57WI/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+4.01.26+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j71uf1B5-kU/Te_x_NvA3qI/AAAAAAAAFY4/Amz6IrS57WI/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+4.01.26+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_jeOj6uWkE/Te_zY6xvXzI/AAAAAAAAFZg/YnbFaIfKWuA/s1600/_DSC4505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_jeOj6uWkE/Te_zY6xvXzI/AAAAAAAAFZg/YnbFaIfKWuA/s640/_DSC4505.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then he turfed it. Face first in the dirt. Awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qR6aqM2S1Q/Te_za4kSwuI/AAAAAAAAFZk/xR3KLY-2jEM/s1600/_DSC4508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qR6aqM2S1Q/Te_za4kSwuI/AAAAAAAAFZk/xR3KLY-2jEM/s640/_DSC4508.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we had to show dad the damage. As he came around the tree he said, "Don't freak out dad!" He knows that dad gets a little crazy about dirt on clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LH-uFIiPWKA/Te_zjPGp0CI/AAAAAAAAFZs/_BnI680HJ7A/s1600/_DSC4514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LH-uFIiPWKA/Te_zjPGp0CI/AAAAAAAAFZs/_BnI680HJ7A/s640/_DSC4514.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at that face! Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddUVVCi5iMw/Te_zflrxbZI/AAAAAAAAFZo/0qO89mZUb8A/s1600/_DSC4526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddUVVCi5iMw/Te_zflrxbZI/AAAAAAAAFZo/0qO89mZUb8A/s640/_DSC4526.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-1639233938416480776?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/1639233938416480776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/grandma-barbara-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1639233938416480776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1639233938416480776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/grandma-barbara-day.html' title='Grandma Barbara Day'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITzY-dbZX0Q/Te_yXuX-pyI/AAAAAAAAFZA/1UgJ5exhaqQ/s72-c/_DSC4503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-1222338978727391361</id><published>2011-06-08T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:09:00.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>next stop . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TS_9DVkwKs0/Te-ptaG7sLI/AAAAAAAAFW4/3-VfS462q7E/s1600/_DSC3973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TS_9DVkwKs0/Te-ptaG7sLI/AAAAAAAAFW4/3-VfS462q7E/s640/_DSC3973.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ethel's Chocolate Factory and the Cactus Gardens! The chocolate treats we ate were so so delicious. A bit of a chocolate overload, but that is my absolute favorite thing in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13LO4joO314/Te-pqwo46II/AAAAAAAAFW0/P38yuo7mIzQ/s1600/_DSC3962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13LO4joO314/Te-pqwo46II/AAAAAAAAFW0/P38yuo7mIzQ/s640/_DSC3962.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The cactus gardens were unbelievable. I have never seen cacti in bloom before! So so beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FV8A0GUa7ko/Te-pvVNU-XI/AAAAAAAAFW8/td3iaj8fslA/s1600/_DSC3985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FV8A0GUa7ko/Te-pvVNU-XI/AAAAAAAAFW8/td3iaj8fslA/s640/_DSC3985.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MnxRfVrkZo/Te-q0lX2x_I/AAAAAAAAFYY/SqcsIBr4gG0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+10.55.15+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MnxRfVrkZo/Te-q0lX2x_I/AAAAAAAAFYY/SqcsIBr4gG0/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-08+at+10.55.15+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben of course liked digging in the dirt the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8FXThLhOnhE/Te-qBe38XTI/AAAAAAAAFXg/BX-5TCy6Ni0/s1600/_DSC4021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8FXThLhOnhE/Te-qBe38XTI/AAAAAAAAFXg/BX-5TCy6Ni0/s640/_DSC4021.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And running around like a crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5SQQonDggsA/Te-p12CRWII/AAAAAAAAFXI/epMfdo9zpMo/s1600/_DSC4007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5SQQonDggsA/Te-p12CRWII/AAAAAAAAFXI/epMfdo9zpMo/s640/_DSC4007.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-263SZo_giko/Te-p3sA9yFI/AAAAAAAAFXM/7yidJQjiEMY/s1600/_DSC4009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-263SZo_giko/Te-p3sA9yFI/AAAAAAAAFXM/7yidJQjiEMY/s640/_DSC4009.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QnSA3Lp7S_w/Te-p5mJcFII/AAAAAAAAFXQ/ukMtxMg2RZE/s1600/_DSC4012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QnSA3Lp7S_w/Te-p5mJcFII/AAAAAAAAFXQ/ukMtxMg2RZE/s640/_DSC4012.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got a bit carried away photographing all the cacti. Secretly I want to be Imogen Cunningham, but I do not have a green thumb to grow cool plants to photograph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vbk2wjejkE/Te-qP9fKIFI/AAAAAAAAFX8/ovt7nOnKBJI/s1600/_DSC4061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vbk2wjejkE/Te-qP9fKIFI/AAAAAAAAFX8/ovt7nOnKBJI/s640/_DSC4061.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben's absolute favorite part were all the airplanes. All of the air traffic coming into Las Vegas fly right over the Cactus gardens. Plane after plane after plane. All day long. He really didn't want to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSB2dq7pVOw/Te-px7U6jcI/AAAAAAAAFXA/_-f3ZDcfVhM/s1600/_DSC3989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSB2dq7pVOw/Te-px7U6jcI/AAAAAAAAFXA/_-f3ZDcfVhM/s640/_DSC3989.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I played around with my new macro lens. So much fun! I still have to mess with it some more. But so far I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uEI7yLxYMbc/Te-pz2TqeoI/AAAAAAAAFXE/C7YFSE3ybZM/s1600/_DSC3991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uEI7yLxYMbc/Te-pz2TqeoI/AAAAAAAAFXE/C7YFSE3ybZM/s640/_DSC3991.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmkt9NUT-b0/Te-qG7oQIOI/AAAAAAAAFXs/KZK6-UDc2AQ/s1600/_DSC4040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmkt9NUT-b0/Te-qG7oQIOI/AAAAAAAAFXs/KZK6-UDc2AQ/s640/_DSC4040.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx-zcnIn4V4/Te-qJ5bll3I/AAAAAAAAFXw/YerkoKUxjlk/s1600/_DSC4041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx-zcnIn4V4/Te-qJ5bll3I/AAAAAAAAFXw/YerkoKUxjlk/s640/_DSC4041.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2EhPl3B7bs/Te-qZaU2fSI/AAAAAAAAFYM/AoRKkOWIgRo/s1600/_DSC4096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2EhPl3B7bs/Te-qZaU2fSI/AAAAAAAAFYM/AoRKkOWIgRo/s640/_DSC4096.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This shot was such a happy surprise!! When I took it I didn't see the bumblebee!! When I got home and downloaded it I squealed with joy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tgqzWCkEyz0/Te-qWjQodkI/AAAAAAAAFYI/1aoXDMsTqKM/s1600/_DSC4083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tgqzWCkEyz0/Te-qWjQodkI/AAAAAAAAFYI/1aoXDMsTqKM/s640/_DSC4083.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hEC39a-Gby8/Te-qSP9kzgI/AAAAAAAAFYA/XqmxdMlRJWk/s1600/_DSC4072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hEC39a-Gby8/Te-qSP9kzgI/AAAAAAAAFYA/XqmxdMlRJWk/s640/_DSC4072.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7wMQNm731kw/Te-qUIz9iwI/AAAAAAAAFYE/Goo4sjhOJyE/s1600/_DSC4076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7wMQNm731kw/Te-qUIz9iwI/AAAAAAAAFYE/Goo4sjhOJyE/s640/_DSC4076.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JQlkCk2qEWs/Te-qcPSXf2I/AAAAAAAAFYQ/Z1M7xc4xsb8/s1600/_DSC4106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JQlkCk2qEWs/Te-qcPSXf2I/AAAAAAAAFYQ/Z1M7xc4xsb8/s640/_DSC4106.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Saz0Obw-5oE/Te-qeAUrrMI/AAAAAAAAFYU/ihm6El9whZA/s1600/_DSC4113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Saz0Obw-5oE/Te-qeAUrrMI/AAAAAAAAFYU/ihm6El9whZA/s640/_DSC4113.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole loved every second of his nap in the sunshine.&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/4046492891146558326-1222338978727391361?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/1222338978727391361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/next-stop.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1222338978727391361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/1222338978727391361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/next-stop.html' title='next stop . . .'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TS_9DVkwKs0/Te-ptaG7sLI/AAAAAAAAFW4/3-VfS462q7E/s72-c/_DSC3973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-775529837576844720</id><published>2011-06-03T00:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T00:21:08.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CAT dealership</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqiG4NqZeG0/Teh5-WryS1I/AAAAAAAAFWo/o1gUsmKVrX8/s1600/_DSC3954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqiG4NqZeG0/Teh5-WryS1I/AAAAAAAAFWo/o1gUsmKVrX8/s640/_DSC3954.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What was one of our fist stops in Las Vegas? The CAT dealership of course! I drove by it when I was in Vegas last March and I knew Ben would be bananas for this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaTxbqVuNO8/Teh54B9OedI/AAAAAAAAFWk/JXD4hmsWYOg/s1600/_DSC3953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaTxbqVuNO8/Teh54B9OedI/AAAAAAAAFWk/JXD4hmsWYOg/s640/_DSC3953.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpEGsScrgW0/Teh6EmfQaxI/AAAAAAAAFWw/dGpzMCrMdN8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-02+at+11.57.59+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpEGsScrgW0/Teh6EmfQaxI/AAAAAAAAFWw/dGpzMCrMdN8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-06-02+at+11.57.59+PM.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRTOiDwttaQ/Teh4ofTkQ7I/AAAAAAAAFVo/yVoAUbd93jM/s1600/_DSC3834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRTOiDwttaQ/Teh4ofTkQ7I/AAAAAAAAFVo/yVoAUbd93jM/s640/_DSC3834.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was right. We could not contain him. He ran from digging truck to digging truck screaming that this one was his favorite. He loved the ones with the "WALL-E" tires. He loved the ones with the huge scoops. He loved them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujopf2MqYuQ/Teh4dPUhA_I/AAAAAAAAFVg/2sa5Sd5i3fk/s1600/_DSC3818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujopf2MqYuQ/Teh4dPUhA_I/AAAAAAAAFVg/2sa5Sd5i3fk/s640/_DSC3818.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8FDDuxvoDw/Teh4jxvp4jI/AAAAAAAAFVk/-D0rYUPgpZE/s1600/_DSC3819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8FDDuxvoDw/Teh4jxvp4jI/AAAAAAAAFVk/-D0rYUPgpZE/s640/_DSC3819.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIj6JSjvSnU/Teh4seStlxI/AAAAAAAAFVs/9MP7OumrQnA/s1600/_DSC3858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIj6JSjvSnU/Teh4seStlxI/AAAAAAAAFVs/9MP7OumrQnA/s640/_DSC3858.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He was so happy that he even agreed to cooperate, slightly, for a family picture. How funny is it that we all match the digging trucks? Totally unplanned. Hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgdLOx8dPmo/Teh4zLujjuI/AAAAAAAAFVw/3EndsGwykYg/s1600/_DSC3860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgdLOx8dPmo/Teh4zLujjuI/AAAAAAAAFVw/3EndsGwykYg/s640/_DSC3860.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He couldn't resist doing a little digging himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bucaGxmghZs/Teh44iTWXCI/AAAAAAAAFV0/p-UA-yHgSq4/s1600/_DSC3864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bucaGxmghZs/Teh44iTWXCI/AAAAAAAAFV0/p-UA-yHgSq4/s640/_DSC3864.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Ben helping the digging truck scoop up the dirt. He thought he was really helping. My favorite part of this picture is his underwear sticking out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHZcq0Q39g4/Teh49Bo84qI/AAAAAAAAFV4/YdZPhMJcE3U/s1600/_DSC3870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHZcq0Q39g4/Teh49Bo84qI/AAAAAAAAFV4/YdZPhMJcE3U/s640/_DSC3870.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why not test out the scoop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0ASgfDoHlo/Teh5BwGAJkI/AAAAAAAAFV8/j9uPhBQo2kA/s1600/_DSC3876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0ASgfDoHlo/Teh5BwGAJkI/AAAAAAAAFV8/j9uPhBQo2kA/s640/_DSC3876.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What handsome boys I have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jBJv0sxrkQ/Teh5RXBFviI/AAAAAAAAFWI/6KzSOpaye0k/s1600/_DSC3896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jBJv0sxrkQ/Teh5RXBFviI/AAAAAAAAFWI/6KzSOpaye0k/s640/_DSC3896.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The face says it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgex1b2XEHg/Teh5suIxrjI/AAAAAAAAFWc/TRuXDQPz_38/s1600/_DSC3937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgex1b2XEHg/Teh5suIxrjI/AAAAAAAAFWc/TRuXDQPz_38/s640/_DSC3937.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWESOME!! Favorite picture ever (so far). So so so Benjamin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zW2vxts76kg/Teh5iUgZloI/AAAAAAAAFWU/UlAs2DmTHvo/s1600/_DSC3912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zW2vxts76kg/Teh5iUgZloI/AAAAAAAAFWU/UlAs2DmTHvo/s640/_DSC3912.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ISdszerFv0/Teh5noO87RI/AAAAAAAAFWY/_iqa8ksTb-g/s1600/_DSC3916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ISdszerFv0/Teh5noO87RI/AAAAAAAAFWY/_iqa8ksTb-g/s640/_DSC3916.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Xkip__kQVw/Teh6DO4YukI/AAAAAAAAFWs/47tfuLpysPI/s1600/_DSC3959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Xkip__kQVw/Teh6DO4YukI/AAAAAAAAFWs/47tfuLpysPI/s640/_DSC3959.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, there was a store inside, and we found "Bruder" brand trucks. He is spoiled. That is all.&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/4046492891146558326-775529837576844720?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/775529837576844720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/cat-dealership.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/775529837576844720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/775529837576844720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/cat-dealership.html' title='CAT dealership'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqiG4NqZeG0/Teh5-WryS1I/AAAAAAAAFWo/o1gUsmKVrX8/s72-c/_DSC3954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-2096263509872823532</id><published>2011-06-02T22:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:28:01.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep training . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I finally broke down and had Cole cry it out. I had prepared myself for at least a couple of weeks of zero sleep along with the agony of hearing my baby scream for me. After sleep training Ben I was ready for another World War. But once again Cole proved to me that every single child is so so different. He cried for about 30 minutes the first night, with only one middle of the night wake up. He has only had one other "long" cry (30 minutes) since then! WHAT? We actually slept more when we were crying it out than we were pre-cry it out! He has slept all the way through the night the last couple of nights (knock on wood)! Wow. That was too easy. I will take it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-2096263509872823532?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/2096263509872823532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/sleep-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/2096263509872823532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/2096263509872823532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/06/sleep-training.html' title='sleep training . . .'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-817967062545671579</id><published>2011-05-25T20:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:23:41.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Factoids . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Benjamin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to watch Mythbusters with Dad. Today on our walk he tried to pop the stroller tires with his wagon tires. He was pretending there was a spike on his. "Just wyke mifbusters!" he tells me. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is crazy for corn on the cob and broccoli. Such a wonderful surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves digging in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings along to almost every song, and he knows the words to a lot of them. My favorite ones to hear him sing are, "Break Your Heart" by Taio Cruz, "Baby Oh" by Justin Beiber, and the "Tangled" credits song. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to ride his bike outside with the neighbor kids, but still refuses to peddle so his feet get stuck under the seat all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has officially entered the "a'cuz why mommy?" phase. It is always so cute and funny when other kids do it. But when you have heard for 5 billion times in the last ten minutes the cuteness fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest trick for getting Ben to sleep is the "Suess Method." That's right. I read him Dr. Suess until he falls asleep. Usually about a story and a half. I feel good because we get in good reading time and he goes to sleep without a fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coleson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying really hard to crawl. He usually gets stuck in plank pose for a few seconds and then collapses. Yesterday, he launched himself off both of his back feet and actually made some forward progress, but he scared himself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is absolutely done with nursing. I can't decide how I feel about it. One minute I am heartbroken and the next I am celebrating because I don't have to try to feed him with Benjamin mauling both of us. Cole loves all food. We haven't found anything that he doesn't like. He eats: bagels, mac and cheese, snap peas, bananas, spaghetti, rice, pancakes, mangoes, and most recently dirt. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights are still rough. The last few nights he has only been up at 12:30 am and 4:30 am. Which isn't horrible, but I am really missing my baby that slept all the way through the night. He hasn't been the same since he got sick a few months ago. Boo. I really really don't want to sleep train him, but this momma needs some sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole loves to play with the curtains in his room. He grabs them and shakes them and laughs and laughs and laughs. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite toy lately is the infant tylenol bottle. He is not a fan of a binky at all, but he will chew the tylenol bottle forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He refuses to take a bottle. He has to have a sippy cup just like his big brother. What a nut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4046492891146558326-817967062545671579?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/817967062545671579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/05/factoids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/817967062545671579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/817967062545671579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/05/factoids.html' title='Factoids . . .'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-6036715668594209367</id><published>2011-05-14T10:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:55:58.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlMpIVwobg8/TdKRtRIJjKI/AAAAAAAAFTk/TEt7QL8gzgM/s1600/_DSC4177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlMpIVwobg8/TdKRtRIJjKI/AAAAAAAAFTk/TEt7QL8gzgM/s640/_DSC4177.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am officially a soccer mom! Well, sort of. The first week of soccer I was the substitute coach. Ben refused to play. He made me carry him up and down the field while I tried to coach our team. He cried the whole time. Our team got creamed. We played the Manchester United of 3-5 year olds.&amp;nbsp; We only had three brave little girls playing against eight boys who could rotate in and out. Luckily, they didn't really know they were getting beat. I think they still had a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgl4gUJHkck/TdKRrIZtRCI/AAAAAAAAFTg/TyMDoMZ5E8o/s1600/_DSC4173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgl4gUJHkck/TdKRrIZtRCI/AAAAAAAAFTg/TyMDoMZ5E8o/s640/_DSC4173.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This week Ben actually took the field!!! Big step. He participated in warm-up and even helped with a kick off. Granted he kicked the ball two or three times and then came running and crying to the sideline, but he played! Hopefully, by the end of the season he will be a contributing player!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="338" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23861242" width="601"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/23861242"&gt;Soccer Player!&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3810378"&gt;Britta Bruderer&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1Fu0xrVHHM/TdKQ_AlLbuI/AAAAAAAAFTA/pCKLkURo6oc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-05-17+at+9.07.31+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1Fu0xrVHHM/TdKQ_AlLbuI/AAAAAAAAFTA/pCKLkURo6oc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-05-17+at+9.07.31+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma Gwen was there to help Ben through this traumatic soccer game. Her days of being a soccer grandma are just beginning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfo0nKZpk6A/TdKRbq0fWaI/AAAAAAAAFTQ/jcxPOa7Pyf0/s1600/_DSC4123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfo0nKZpk6A/TdKRbq0fWaI/AAAAAAAAFTQ/jcxPOa7Pyf0/s640/_DSC4123.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cole cheered on big brother as best he could, but mostly he wanted mommy and the baby food I brought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8IpXH9bzf_o/TdKRI0S_ZnI/AAAAAAAAFTI/zo5dRggWrgQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-05-17+at+9.11.51+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8IpXH9bzf_o/TdKRI0S_ZnI/AAAAAAAAFTI/zo5dRggWrgQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-05-17+at+9.11.51+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Check out those skills! He is very proud that he can drop kick a soccer ball all by himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYT-5fyuHxo/TdKRndllCZI/AAAAAAAAFTc/yQN03kphV_o/s1600/_DSC4159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYT-5fyuHxo/TdKRndllCZI/AAAAAAAAFTc/yQN03kphV_o/s640/_DSC4159.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Ben and his best pal Brynner! They are the best of friends. Brynner is so so nice to Ben. He puts up with all of Ben's bossiness and loves him anyway. The jerseys are slightly on the HUGE side, but I think that makes them all the more adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tAyFE57ywc0/TdKRDTf_YSI/AAAAAAAAFTE/fWfqjjtp-Eg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-05-17+at+9.09.48+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tAyFE57ywc0/TdKRDTf_YSI/AAAAAAAAFTE/fWfqjjtp-Eg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-05-17+at+9.09.48+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brynner especially loved me during the soccer game because I brought him some "super juice" aka Gatorade! We forgot to tell Brynner to not eat the orange peel. Oooops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="338" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23861997" width="601"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/23861997"&gt;Best Buddies!&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3810378"&gt;Britta Bruderer&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Dfd3rGoOs8/TdKRhDhVD6I/AAAAAAAAFTU/WdE3E9opYgI/s1600/_DSC4139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Dfd3rGoOs8/TdKRhDhVD6I/AAAAAAAAFTU/WdE3E9opYgI/s640/_DSC4139.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben did go play with dad at halftime! When there weren't any other kids on the field of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qx_eTSeYWSU/TdKRkp5qW2I/AAAAAAAAFTY/1834yXYVy4k/s1600/_DSC4151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qx_eTSeYWSU/TdKRkp5qW2I/AAAAAAAAFTY/1834yXYVy4k/s640/_DSC4151.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6_WxPajyeM/TdKRNGjv1eI/AAAAAAAAFTM/zZMFS2Z3YPA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-05-17+at+9.12.34+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6_WxPajyeM/TdKRNGjv1eI/AAAAAAAAFTM/zZMFS2Z3YPA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-05-17+at+9.12.34+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaaaahh. The best of part of any soccer game. The treats!!!&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/4046492891146558326-6036715668594209367?l=scottandbritta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/feeds/6036715668594209367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/05/soccer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/6036715668594209367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4046492891146558326/posts/default/6036715668594209367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandbritta.blogspot.com/2011/05/soccer.html' title='Soccer!'/><author><name>britta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5Z4N6TpgJo/TA1jx_DkDTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/xxgmJcw-NBc/S220/BrudererFamily_155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlMpIVwobg8/TdKRtRIJjKI/AAAAAAAAFTk/TEt7QL8gzgM/s72-c/_DSC4177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046492891146558326.post-444003772595051247</id><published>2011-05-14T08:13:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T08:28:00.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGKpRh8lqFE/TdKDA1yHK8I/AAAAAAAAFSA/63WB_edQFEg/s1600/_DSC4278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGKpRh8lqFE/TdKDA1yHK8I/AAAAAAAAFSA/63WB_edQFEg/s640/_DSC4278.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh my baby boy!! He is growing up so so fast. I feel like I am posting about him getting another month older every other day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3T3kKDB9PGg/TdKDBo5-KXI/AAAAAAAAFSE/vWl_2f9d4ls/s1600/_DSC4281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3T3kKDB9PGg/TdKDBo5-KXI/AAAAAAAAFSE/vWl_2f9d4ls/s640/_DSC4281.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We are starting to get back to a better sleep schedule. Hallelujah. He is a little piggy. I swear he eats more in one day that Ben does. He literally will eat anything. I have never seen him reject any kind of food. He loves it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dScSYrAuFxo/TdKDAJuu1GI/AAAAAAAAFR8/KIGZfaMWeDY/s1600/_DSC4267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dScSYrAuFxo/TdKDAJuu1GI/AAAAAAAAFR8/KIGZfaMWeDY/s640/_DSC4267.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He is still desperately trying to figure out crawling. He can get himself up on all fours in a plank position, but then he usually crashes or slides himself backwards which makes him really mad because he is now farther 
