<?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-660716963000156928</id><updated>2011-08-14T07:48:02.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raekenley</title><subtitle type='html'>the beebe family blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-8441692149135269158</id><published>2010-09-20T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T13:51:10.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Are you there?</title><content type='html'>Yes, I survived my hot and miserable summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I need to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you the low down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and icky summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl#1 turned 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl#2 lost 4 teeth, 2 of them in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acquired a kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flooded basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Started and back to clothing meltdowns EVERY MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet Days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adopted another kitten who was returned for pooping on my counters (gross I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl#3 figured out she can climb :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband in labor with Kidney stone for 5 Days.....5DAYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drywall dust EVERYWHERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released from Primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called to Relief Society Presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, You know you can't wait for me to blog about them,huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-8441692149135269158?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8441692149135269158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-are-you-there.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8441692149135269158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8441692149135269158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-are-you-there.html' title='Hello, Are you there?'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-8536604786683012559</id><published>2010-06-30T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:41:04.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>I am at my parents House in Northern California which means 2 things, it's hot and no blogging because THEY HAVE DIAL UP!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents live 20 miles west of civilization, no high speed or Wi-fi availible. If I want to get on line I click sign on then take a shower, click a link go cook dinner, you get the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until I return home this is all you get, I know riots will arise because of my blogging absence but know I will miss you more than you miss me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens I have my iPhone so I won't go completly mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-8536604786683012559?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8536604786683012559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/mia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8536604786683012559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8536604786683012559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-2126211825139455522</id><published>2010-06-15T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:34:11.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 desperate girls and some rubber bands</title><content type='html'>I think the older girls got tired of cleaning up after the little girl. She likes to empty all the dresser drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/TBfxbKKz-YI/AAAAAAAAArI/G1QYye5HTwk/s1600/baby+proof.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/TBfxbKKz-YI/AAAAAAAAArI/G1QYye5HTwk/s320/baby+proof.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think closing their bedroom door would be easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-2126211825139455522?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2126211825139455522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-desperate-girls-and-some-rubber-bands.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2126211825139455522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2126211825139455522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-desperate-girls-and-some-rubber-bands.html' title='2 desperate girls and some rubber bands'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/TBfxbKKz-YI/AAAAAAAAArI/G1QYye5HTwk/s72-c/baby+proof.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-529688196253946540</id><published>2010-06-10T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T01:31:00.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He would be 9</title><content type='html'>Today is June 10th and this day I would say is my saddest and joyous day. It is my saddest because this is the day my only son was born premature and only lived a few seconds then returned to live with his Father in Heaven. It is my joyous because I know with all my being that he is forever my son, that I will see and be with him one day. He needed me and how blessed I am for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my Travis Malachi, On this day I celebrate our Eternal Family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-529688196253946540?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/529688196253946540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-would-be-9.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/529688196253946540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/529688196253946540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-would-be-9.html' title='He would be 9'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-7231928899430354777</id><published>2010-06-09T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:43:26.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Ooops) Happy Mothers Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was going through past posts and realized I never Posted this, I had it scheduled but never hit post. So I know it is late but better late then never, right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—                                                       Marjorie Pay Hinckley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had an amazing example of what kind of mother I could be. My Mom stayed home and cared for all of us,we were her priority. She is strong,independent and has become my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I love you thank-you for all you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-7231928899430354777?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7231928899430354777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/ooops-happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7231928899430354777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7231928899430354777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/ooops-happy-mothers-day.html' title='(Ooops) Happy Mothers Day!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-8761400867302073397</id><published>2010-06-07T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:07:35.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softy</title><content type='html'>This little girl cried for 25 minutes for her Binky and blanket....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/TA1tZncdfYI/AAAAAAAAArA/CDSyF1S9hOs/s1600/McKinley+%26+Blanket.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/TA1tZncdfYI/AAAAAAAAArA/CDSyF1S9hOs/s400/McKinley+%26+Blanket.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-8761400867302073397?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8761400867302073397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/softy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8761400867302073397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8761400867302073397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/softy.html' title='Softy'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/TA1tZncdfYI/AAAAAAAAArA/CDSyF1S9hOs/s72-c/McKinley+%26+Blanket.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4846271283417224489</id><published>2010-05-26T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:59:11.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nie Nie</title><content type='html'>I am not sure how to put a video on here so we will just have to do with the link. Please take the time to watch this. This woman is amazing and is showing the world and woman everywhere what truly is important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ldsmag.com/youtube/100506stephanie.html"&gt;http://www.ldsmag.com/youtube/100506stephanie.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it and then come back and let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4846271283417224489?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4846271283417224489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/nie-nie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4846271283417224489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4846271283417224489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/nie-nie.html' title='Nie Nie'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-8130360454482878795</id><published>2010-05-25T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:39:17.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the moment comes the Joy!!!</title><content type='html'>After my son was born and moments later returned to Heaven I went through many feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devastation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These emotions went back and forth but luckily the last four have stayed with me through the years. When I realized that we could not stop him from coming and I prayed that Thy will be done I realized I then could not hold on to those feeling that brought my spirit pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his will not mine and that is what I asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many times had people say "oh how devastating how do you get over that?" knowing the Plan, Knowing that my son only needed two things and I was the one blessed to give it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needed a body,though as tiny as it was 14.8 oz and 11 inches long it was all he needed to be. He needed an Eternal Family, as crazy and as imperfect as we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do have my time of sadness or thinking, "What would he be like? What things would he like? Who would he look like?" I come out knowing that I will know soon. I will hold him and kiss him and tell him I love him. And while my heart aches sometimes from sadness, most of the time it is bursting with Joy knowing that I provided a perfect,faithful spirit the opportunity to live with his Father In Heaven and one day his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe of the love I received from my friends and blogging friends. I wanted to let you know that while I have the moments of sadness, that in the end the Joy bursts through!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-8130360454482878795?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8130360454482878795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-momment-comes-joy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8130360454482878795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8130360454482878795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-momment-comes-joy.html' title='After the moment comes the Joy!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-1169137668442328327</id><published>2010-05-24T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:52:47.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a moment</title><content type='html'>See this little baby boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S_s7SHVs_qI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RKwV3jSos7U/s1600/Travis+Malchi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S_s7SHVs_qI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RKwV3jSos7U/s400/Travis+Malchi.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes out of the blue it hits me and&amp;nbsp;I miss him terribly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-1169137668442328327?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1169137668442328327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-moment.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1169137668442328327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1169137668442328327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-moment.html' title='I need a moment'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S_s7SHVs_qI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RKwV3jSos7U/s72-c/Travis+Malchi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6932346157024737989</id><published>2010-05-24T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:06:34.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New name and Movie thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I was feeling like I was in the movie &lt;i&gt;The Shining&lt;/i&gt;. I needed to get out of the house. So I text all my friends and went to the movies. We saw &lt;i&gt;Letters to Juliet&lt;/i&gt;. I had heard it was cheesy and lame. I think those people were wrong....I loved it. It was clean and sweet and just refreshing. So that brings me to the name change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been referring to my husband as The Frog Prince but as of last Thursday I am changing it to My Lorenzo. Since only two of my friends helped save me from writing redrum on the wall only they will understand the love story that that tells. When I got home I informed My Lorenzo of this change. He had no clue he wasn't known as his real name. Then I kissed him and he was o.k. with him. I even said Oh My Lorenzo before I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now on to my movie thoughts. Of course there was a trailer for The Eclipse and after I thought I was going to have to resuscitate Heather and pick her up off the floor I realized a few things. Edward seems to not be as pale and wimpy&amp;nbsp; in this one and Jacob, oh sweet and I will say it HOT Jacob doesn't seem to be as hot.&amp;nbsp; It does look like it will be the better of the 3 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Moon I watched the Midnight showing and while I enjoyed myself I wasn't all "Oh my gosh it's New Moon" I won't be in town when Eclipse comes out and since my "friends" won't wait till I return in August to watch it I will see it at a normal hour of the day in California with my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, Mrs. Darcy this might be the time you want to exit my blog because I will be referring to Hunger Games :).&lt;br /&gt;I will be first in line wearing a home made shirt that states " Team District 12" when The Movie Hunger Games comes out. If you want to join me then you need to read up. Except of course for said Mrs. Darcy who refuses. But who else will be with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-6932346157024737989?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6932346157024737989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-name-and-movie-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6932346157024737989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6932346157024737989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-name-and-movie-thoughts.html' title='New name and Movie thoughts.'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-7245391529392508654</id><published>2010-05-19T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:32:36.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby Lou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S_SJUKmLNCI/AAAAAAAAAqA/nZpFpkAhdQY/s1600/Raegan+andRuby.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S_SJUKmLNCI/AAAAAAAAAqA/nZpFpkAhdQY/s400/Raegan+andRuby.JPG" width="267" wt="true" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S_SKFrmuXzI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/PwyjNczAroE/s1600/Mckinley+and+Raegan+ruby.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S_SKFrmuXzI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/PwyjNczAroE/s400/Mckinley+and+Raegan+ruby.JPG" width="267" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S_SJsyfnADI/AAAAAAAAAqI/YzXc9K9DJcA/s1600/ruby+and+kennedy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S_SJsyfnADI/AAAAAAAAAqI/YzXc9K9DJcA/s400/ruby+and+kennedy.JPG" width="267" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4 Years ago our family was saddened by a miscarriage. The frog Prince thought that adding a pet to our family would help heal our family. We wanted&amp;nbsp;a little dog since we already had a boxer named Maxx (he went to live with The Frog Princes son in Or) I knew she would be named Ruby after the show Max and Ruby. She was such a sweet and calm puppy. Half the time we never knew she was around. She was a lap dog for sure. Girl#2 would carry her everywhere and Ruby would just relax and lay on her shoulder they were pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 weeks Ruby injured her back and slipped 3 disks. Surgery was recommended but not a financial option. We tried medications and she was on the mend I was amazed at how quickly she was back to normal. Unfortunatley she went running on to the couch then jumped off reinjuring herself. We tried to crate her to see if keeping her immobile would help her but it didn't work. She stopped eating and drinking and didn't want to move, she had given up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We struggled with what we were&amp;nbsp;going to have to&amp;nbsp;do. This morning The Frog Prince, Girl#1 and I took Ruby to the vet&amp;nbsp;she is no longer in pain. We knew this would be hard, we know we will miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl#2 has had no reaction she is sad but I thought she would be devastated since they were so close. It is actually Girl#1 who stayed home from school and wanted to be in the room with&amp;nbsp;us.&amp;nbsp;Our house feels empty and of course the girls want to&amp;nbsp;get another animal (No Mrs. Darcy) but we&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;going to give ourselves time before we make&amp;nbsp;that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby lou will always be&amp;nbsp;in our hearts, We will always love&amp;nbsp;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-7245391529392508654?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7245391529392508654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/ruby-lou.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7245391529392508654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7245391529392508654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/ruby-lou.html' title='Ruby Lou'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S_SJUKmLNCI/AAAAAAAAAqA/nZpFpkAhdQY/s72-c/Raegan+andRuby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-1740057966514485494</id><published>2010-05-07T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T08:36:02.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just food supply OR man toys!!!</title><content type='html'>I had my hands full yesterday as I headed out to pick up the girls from school. I usually put my phone in my purse or a pant pocket but I had neither. So I did what any large chested women would do....I nestled my phone in my cleavage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home I couldn't find my phone, I sent a child to check the car, I searched all over. Not having a land line I couldn't call to find it and I just forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well wouldnt't you know couple hours later I had a vibrating (my phone is on vibrate and ring) shock of my life when someone called. I laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever find yourself needing an extra hand...well there you go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-1740057966514485494?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1740057966514485494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-just-food-supply-or-man-toys.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1740057966514485494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1740057966514485494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-just-food-supply-or-man-toys.html' title='Not just food supply OR man toys!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-1322002454775496877</id><published>2010-05-05T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:38:37.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy needed a Time Out!!!</title><content type='html'>Life has been a little........fazizzled (I really couldn't come up with a word so I made one up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was drowning in misery and despair and I am not being dramatic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging by a thread, a very thin thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a flyer for a Time Out For Women in Spokane Wa. I desperately wanted to go,I felt that I needed to go. I talked with The Frog Prince and after we figured out how much it would cost for ticket, gas, hotel, food and of course spending we realized it was not possible. I couldn't get it out of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was praying nightly that I could some how go. One day I was hanging out with a friend who has moved out of town. I mentioned that I really wanted to go but that is wasn't in the budget. Well Heavenly father had heard my prayers. Sweet Susi says "there are a bunch of us from my Ward going, let me see if there is room in the car and Hotel" I knew it would work out. I talked with Frog Prince and he said we could swing it if I paid a portion of the gas and Hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susi calls me that night to tell me that there was room in the car and that someone was using their free Hotel rewards so there would be no cost for the hotel and if I didn't mind sleeping on the floor (air mattress of course)I was more than welcome to "sneak" in the room. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only hesitation was leaving Girl#3, she is only 16 months old and I have never left a child that age. I will be honest Girl# 2 was 4 when I left her the first time overnight. I know I know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she would care less she would rather have daddy then me :( But again I KNEW I needed to go. My spirit and soul was yearning for some change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I met the women in Susi's ward I knew this would be a life changing weekend. They were beyond welcoming it was like we were all best friends FOREVER. This common bond of who we were and what we believed in was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the first speaker came on stage and she asked us to leave everything,our worries, our pain, our concern for our children and families at the door I felt all the misery and Despair that I came with leave me. And in its place came a peace and a hope that confirmed why I was so prompted that I needed to be in Spokane that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speakers were amazing. I laughed and I cried. I realized that I am a strong woman who can accomplish anything with my Heavenly Father and with Prayer. I was rejuvenated and I was filled with hope. That was the theme for this year...We hope all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I came home knowing the entire situation that has been bringing me down has not changed, I have changed!!! I have seen what is important and what I can't change I have to accept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going next year to the one in Seattle. I know that it will be just as wonderful as this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for girl#3, when Susi and I walked in the house guess who she wanted????? Yep, Susi. Brat :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-1322002454775496877?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1322002454775496877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-needed-time-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1322002454775496877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1322002454775496877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-needed-time-out.html' title='Mommy needed a Time Out!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4708376916943965302</id><published>2010-04-29T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:24:59.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hair cut</title><content type='html'>Girl#1 had hers at 6 months Girl#2 was 2 1/2 years old Girl#3 got her first hair cut at 13 months. Poor Girl#2 actually had a comeover for the longest time but this isn't about her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our family hair dresser, we love her we have been going to her for 5 years. Now you know you are friends with your hair dresser when you are invited to her wedding. anyway this isn't about her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dLnfZIwqI/AAAAAAAAApA/rG4BGxgtZho/s1600/shannon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dLnfZIwqI/AAAAAAAAApA/rG4BGxgtZho/s400/shannon.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Daddy was more nervous then Girl#3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dMqSgZhcI/AAAAAAAAApg/eORoYlcY1jM/s1600/Hair+cut.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dMqSgZhcI/AAAAAAAAApg/eORoYlcY1jM/s400/Hair+cut.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&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;br /&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/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dL24FhjUI/AAAAAAAAApI/k9fIWPPWJ4U/s1600/first+cut.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dL24FhjUI/AAAAAAAAApI/k9fIWPPWJ4U/s400/first+cut.JPG" tt="true" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With a sucker life is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dMOKmDY7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/YZB-VB8akC4/s1600/cut3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dMOKmDY7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/YZB-VB8akC4/s400/cut3.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done and she looked so grown up. &lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dPOPLA-WI/AAAAAAAAApo/z1rXPwEWy7o/s1600/All+done.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dPOPLA-WI/AAAAAAAAApo/z1rXPwEWy7o/s400/All+done.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4708376916943965302?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4708376916943965302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4708376916943965302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4708376916943965302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/hair-cut.html' title='The hair cut'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dLnfZIwqI/AAAAAAAAApA/rG4BGxgtZho/s72-c/shannon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4792713747640944891</id><published>2010-04-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:00:04.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The stud I married!!!</title><content type='html'>When the Frog Price cuts tile he uses a plastic garbage bag to save him from being soaked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dEdxyQ3GI/AAAAAAAAAo4/rWKu2bbhVA8/s1600/Poser5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dEdxyQ3GI/AAAAAAAAAo4/rWKu2bbhVA8/s400/Poser5.JPG" tt="true" width="267" /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dDZXLvx8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/VD-a4CCxMZY/s1600/Pose+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dDZXLvx8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/VD-a4CCxMZY/s400/Pose+4.JPG" tt="true" width="267" /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dERHB4KQI/AAAAAAAAAow/1oqutkOyWp0/s1600/Poser3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dERHB4KQI/AAAAAAAAAow/1oqutkOyWp0/s400/Poser3.JPG" tt="true" width="267" /&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dD1ALSSgI/AAAAAAAAAog/_pRKj7jn_rs/s1600/Poser.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dD1ALSSgI/AAAAAAAAAog/_pRKj7jn_rs/s400/Poser.JPG" tt="true" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily the Frog Prince does not read my little blog so I can get away with this.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4792713747640944891?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4792713747640944891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/stud-i-married.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4792713747640944891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4792713747640944891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/stud-i-married.html' title='The stud I married!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9dEdxyQ3GI/AAAAAAAAAo4/rWKu2bbhVA8/s72-c/Poser5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-7380598069126960218</id><published>2010-04-27T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:35:53.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would walk 500 miles!!</title><content type='html'>Now I am going to have that song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 6 I announced to the world of Facebook that we had a walker. Then that little girl REFUSED to walk for over a week. Then on April 13th she stood up and walked. If she would have been my first I probably would have been worried that she was 15 months old and showing no signs of walking. But I knew she would do it on her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love when they first start to walk. Their arms are out like they can't find their balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9c-w93StdI/AAAAAAAAAoA/mSwGHCBBMTg/s1600/Walking+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9c-w93StdI/AAAAAAAAAoA/mSwGHCBBMTg/s400/Walking+2.JPG" tt="true" width="267" /&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;br /&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;Then they master the walking and try to carry everything around with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9c-hZWmElI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VIs6m7Hv2pU/s1600/Walking1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9c-hZWmElI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VIs6m7Hv2pU/s400/Walking1.JPG" tt="true" width="267" /&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;But the best thing ever is the naked wrinkly bum!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9c-_NjTF6I/AAAAAAAAAoI/0-ceOc4Nwew/s1600/Walking+bumb.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9c-_NjTF6I/AAAAAAAAAoI/0-ceOc4Nwew/s400/Walking+bumb.JPG" tt="true" width="267" /&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;I would let her walk around naked all the time except for&amp;nbsp;the little puddles she leaves!?!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-7380598069126960218?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7380598069126960218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-would-walk-500-miles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7380598069126960218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7380598069126960218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-would-walk-500-miles.html' title='I would walk 500 miles!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9c-w93StdI/AAAAAAAAAoA/mSwGHCBBMTg/s72-c/Walking+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-3918125353515039748</id><published>2010-04-27T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:09:16.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of A Cheerio</title><content type='html'>This morning at Breakfast Girl#1 said "In the world of Cheerios they don't want to be eaten"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so wise!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-3918125353515039748?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3918125353515039748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/cheerios.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3918125353515039748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3918125353515039748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/cheerios.html' title='Life of A Cheerio'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-7727228780078652418</id><published>2010-04-26T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:44:24.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Figures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9YAwsRFy2I/AAAAAAAAAnw/U3p7FO6Knw0/s1600/smile.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9YAwsRFy2I/AAAAAAAAAnw/U3p7FO6Knw0/s400/smile.JPG" tt="true" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a closet full of toys.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9YAD1k5KUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/SNQzzHtiZjk/s1600/Closet.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9YAD1k5KUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/SNQzzHtiZjk/s400/Closet.JPG" tt="true" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she has played with 3 of these.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9YAh2JXAJI/AAAAAAAAAno/_CE6uSEgNMU/s1600/pulls.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9YAh2JXAJI/AAAAAAAAAno/_CE6uSEgNMU/s400/pulls.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are child lock things for cabinet doors, and that is the technical name :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9YAT9vHR5I/AAAAAAAAAng/J-S3HXOWTxs/s1600/playin.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9YAT9vHR5I/AAAAAAAAAng/J-S3HXOWTxs/s400/playin.JPG" tt="true" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 1 shirt all day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-7727228780078652418?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7727228780078652418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/figures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7727228780078652418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7727228780078652418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/figures.html' title='Figures'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9YAwsRFy2I/AAAAAAAAAnw/U3p7FO6Knw0/s72-c/smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4850977690114942886</id><published>2010-04-22T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:39:39.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Sister Love!!!</title><content type='html'>When I found out I was having my second girl I was so happy. I had dreams of them being best of friends. When she was born I had hope....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9CWsij4SSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ePaPkroEcHU/s1600/Girls+ken+11+days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9CWsij4SSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ePaPkroEcHU/s400/Girls+ken+11+days.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sooner or later reality hits and you hope they end up at least liking each other. My girls fight ALL THE TIME. Over things of no importance at all, Then a night like last night happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl# 2 said her tummy was upset right before bed so we sent her to bed with a bowl. My friends to my defence I thought it was a ploy to stay up late or sleep on my floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden I hear her running to the bathroom followed by girl#1 yelling " Do you want me to come hold your hair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if that aint love I don't know what is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Girl#2 ended up being just fine and no hair needed to be held.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4850977690114942886?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4850977690114942886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-sister-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4850977690114942886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4850977690114942886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-sister-love.html' title='True Sister Love!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S9CWsij4SSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ePaPkroEcHU/s72-c/Girls+ken+11+days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5555393167339511006</id><published>2010-04-20T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:02:55.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Niece, I finally have a Niece!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my first Niece Her parents are my youngest brother Jasons and his wife Jessica. She has an older brother named Kannon who was born 30 min after Girl#3. So my amazing sister in law will have 2 kiddos under 16 months. Brave woman I thought 19 months was close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The picture isn't the best but she is beautiful.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S84jKEsoZvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/nf09YKCHI0U/s1600/deklyn+rae.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S84jKEsoZvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/nf09YKCHI0U/s400/deklyn+rae.bmp" width="301" wt="true" /&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;Deklyn Rae Burnham &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8lbs 10 oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;19 1/2 in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;10:21 am in TX&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did I mention my middle name is Rae? I am overjoyed that she is named after me. I can't wait to get my hands on her in June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5555393167339511006?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5555393167339511006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/niece-i-finally-have-niece.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5555393167339511006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5555393167339511006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/niece-i-finally-have-niece.html' title='A Niece, I finally have a Niece!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S84jKEsoZvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/nf09YKCHI0U/s72-c/deklyn+rae.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5969357992399072559</id><published>2010-04-12T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:13:38.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Master,The Tempest is Raging</title><content type='html'>I have had the worst emotional 2 weeks IN MY LIFE!!!! I had been trying to keep my impending emotional breakdown under control. At first I tried to convince myself that is was the worst April fool’s joke imaginable then to just convince myself I was o.k. that the situation was o.k. I could ignore and hold it together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked into Sacrament meeting yesterday the Opening Prayer was being said. The words that were spoken HIT my heart and I felt the Dam start to break. I could do this I had my class to teach PLUS and extra class. I prayed I could repair the Dam while trying to keep the tears from coming and looking like a blubbering idiot where all could see. When I realized it was useless I tried to compose myself as best I could and run (o.k. I don't run but I wanted to) to my car. As I left the Chapel the Dam let loose thank heavens I got to the car without seeing anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so low, so beaten and so lost. I have had a child die and this was different. Surprising? I knew with my son there was a purpose; I knew that it was temporary that we would be apart. This was a different hurt. I couldn't fix the situation, I had tried it made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in my car crying and pleading with my Heavenly Father to remove the pain to remove the situation from my memory....... peace came. I had been praying, pleading for this but when I let it all out then he gave me that peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is still going on, the sadness is still here but I know that I have done all I can. I can't control others actions just my own. I have realized that while this has been going on I have not read my Scriptures daily and forgotten to pray fervently daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while around me Satan is raging in those I love I can have the peace in my life that all will be well. He will keep me focused on what is important and letting go what I can't control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Frog Prince brought his hysterical wife home let me cry for hours took a very long nap and woke up realizing that through persecution I can become stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5969357992399072559?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5969357992399072559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/masterthe-tempest-is-raging.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5969357992399072559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5969357992399072559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/masterthe-tempest-is-raging.html' title='Master,The Tempest is Raging'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-2131778340670615678</id><published>2010-04-07T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:10:52.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>Our easter was a very calm one since General Conference fell on it this year. We didn't have to do baskets have the hunt and try to be out the door by 9 even 11:30 was a struggle. My parents came to visit and had to leave early Sunday so we did Easter Dinner Sat. We also took this time to talk about why we celebrate Easter and to my joy they knew why and not to get our baskets filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the usual.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S7z_ZilPb0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/hLhEI3MtX5U/s1600/k+eggs.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S7z_ZilPb0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/hLhEI3MtX5U/s400/k+eggs.JPG" width="267" /&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;My mom looks thrilled because girl # 2 is very messy when we do any crafts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She even said"why am I always with her" &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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S70BuM-7GiI/AAAAAAAAAm4/MwcpXnDsODw/s1600/r+eggs.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S70BuM-7GiI/AAAAAAAAAm4/MwcpXnDsODw/s400/r+eggs.JPG" width="267" /&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;While the older girls dyed &lt;strike&gt;my table&lt;/strike&gt; easter eggs girl#3 enjoyed playing with the box. She kept putting the little circle cutouts in to the holes that hold the eggs to dry. Fun was had by all!!&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S70AERGTiWI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/XLGFOVj1d1k/s1600/m+eggs.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S70AERGTiWI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/XLGFOVj1d1k/s400/m+eggs.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I made these cute Easter baskets our of clear paint cans. The great thing is that I can put the grass in 1, empty eggs in another put the lid on them and everything stays together. I think they turned out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S7z-sRKXQlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/BMuIZE5TUts/s1600/baskets+empty.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S7z-sRKXQlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/BMuIZE5TUts/s400/baskets+empty.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were filled to the brim Sunday morning. I was horrible and only got a picture of Girl#3 with her basket and honestly it was only because she had filled her mouth with a whole lot of jelly beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S70As_HZ9nI/AAAAAAAAAmg/N2WvEkkeGCg/s1600/Mckinley+jelly+beans.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S70As_HZ9nI/AAAAAAAAAmg/N2WvEkkeGCg/s400/Mckinley+jelly+beans.JPG" width="267" /&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;I have failed my children in documenting the loot.&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;Of course we had an Easter Egg hunt.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S7z_DcTB9GI/AAAAAAAAAl4/dfwAJdgmpYk/s1600/hunting.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S7z_DcTB9GI/AAAAAAAAAl4/dfwAJdgmpYk/s400/hunting.JPG" width="267" /&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;The Easter bunny hid them so well we had to play Hot and Cold or we would have been there for hours.&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;Daddy treated us and made Chocolate chip bunny pancakes. Yummy.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S7z_vu_QhqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/KAzSKPgIfrE/s1600/kennedy+pancakes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S7z_vu_QhqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/KAzSKPgIfrE/s400/kennedy+pancakes.JPG" width="400" /&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;This is her new goof smile!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S70CDd1zO8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/fTyE0ifGlZc/s1600/Raegan+pancakes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S70CDd1zO8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/fTyE0ifGlZc/s400/Raegan+pancakes.JPG" width="400" /&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;Always poised and ready for the picture!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S70BDLD1VVI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JehS149Kzx8/s1600/Mckinley+Pancakes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S70BDLD1VVI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JehS149Kzx8/s400/Mckinley+Pancakes.JPG" width="400" /&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;After a nice Easter bath because she was a mess. We played games and watched The Princess Frog that the Easter Bunny brought.&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;This is what The Frog prince and Frog King did on Easter. ( The King&amp;nbsp;is my dad.)&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S70BX_JzfYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/rF-9FfkCJlU/s1600/Men+foke.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S70BX_JzfYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/rF-9FfkCJlU/s400/Men+foke.JPG" width="400" /&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;We had an enjoyable Easter we hope that yours was too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-2131778340670615678?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2131778340670615678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2131778340670615678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2131778340670615678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S7z_ZilPb0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/hLhEI3MtX5U/s72-c/k+eggs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-1070380343932828304</id><published>2010-04-06T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:01:00.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are loved when....</title><content type='html'>you open your front door to find your friend holding these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S7uuw4zaTiI/AAAAAAAAAlo/bB7al4MPWbQ/s1600/flowers1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S7uuw4zaTiI/AAAAAAAAAlo/bB7al4MPWbQ/s400/flowers1.JPG" width="267" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-1070380343932828304?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1070380343932828304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-you-are-loved-when.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1070380343932828304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1070380343932828304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-you-are-loved-when.html' title='You know you are loved when....'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S7uuw4zaTiI/AAAAAAAAAlo/bB7al4MPWbQ/s72-c/flowers1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5560120773555185909</id><published>2010-03-30T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:59:46.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Day</title><content type='html'>My girls declared this day March 30th Pajama Day. So after our showers we are back in pajamas watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to leave all the stuff you need to do so that you can do the stuff you should do and spending a day cuddled with my girls it what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy pajama day to all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5560120773555185909?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5560120773555185909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/pajama-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5560120773555185909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5560120773555185909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/pajama-day.html' title='Pajama Day'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-8923030006582199554</id><published>2010-03-25T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:36:07.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Door question !!! ASAP</title><content type='html'>Here is the door painted Black it needs&amp;nbsp;another coat&amp;nbsp;but I love the black.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6uAzAqDxHI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/l3owLcB2NGo/s1600/door1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6uAzAqDxHI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/l3owLcB2NGo/s320/door1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do I paint the trim around the door? I don't like the white. Do I go black or paint it the wall color? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6uBcSpRRPI/AAAAAAAAAlg/5UHhatYGd78/s1600/winner2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6uBcSpRRPI/AAAAAAAAAlg/5UHhatYGd78/s320/winner2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just incase you need another look!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6uBHSx2Z0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/M464ZLWMIU4/s1600/door+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6uBHSx2Z0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/M464ZLWMIU4/s320/door+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need HELP!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are, ever have been&amp;nbsp;or in the future&amp;nbsp;want to be my friend you will leave a comment and help me....a little dramatic I know :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-8923030006582199554?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8923030006582199554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/door-question-asap.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8923030006582199554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8923030006582199554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/door-question-asap.html' title='Door question !!! ASAP'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6uAzAqDxHI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/l3owLcB2NGo/s72-c/door1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5534935927045129971</id><published>2010-03-19T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:37:27.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 little steps</title><content type='html'>Only 3 at a time but they were the beginning steps to a walker. She is almost 15 months old I would say it is about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew how to load video I would share but you will have to use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs the whole time then claps when she reaches me....I love her!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5534935927045129971?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5534935927045129971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-little-steps.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5534935927045129971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5534935927045129971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-little-steps.html' title='3 little steps'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-741103700470597311</id><published>2010-03-18T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:13:57.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ProGrEsS</title><content type='html'>Well sort of. For the third weekend in a row The Frog Prince has said "the kitchen will be done&amp;nbsp;by Sunday" I think this might be the Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just thought I would share some pictures I have taken over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6Jny2k7HoI/AAAAAAAAAkc/QNTWNEgnrUg/s1600-h/Helping+Dad.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6Jny2k7HoI/AAAAAAAAAkc/QNTWNEgnrUg/s400/Helping+Dad.JPG" vt="true" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have mentioned how much Girl#3 loves her Daddy. When he walks in the door she is with him till bed time. Usually she will sit in her high chair and watch but this day it was very hard for her to patiently sit by while he worked So Daddy improvised. This only worked for a few minutes she wanted to help to much but she did go back to the chair for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6Jo0jy3Q1I/AAAAAAAAAk0/J78_yi61ZRs/s1600-h/Travis+working.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6Jo0jy3Q1I/AAAAAAAAAk0/J78_yi61ZRs/s320/Travis+working.JPG" vt="true" width="298" /&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;This is why I am waiting till it is complete to dust and scrub the grime around my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(the color above the cabinets is the color of the kitchen and this is the stain color on the cabinets. The blue was a trial more on that later.)&lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6Jof0bvWGI/AAAAAAAAAks/izpUhn1cXno/s1600-h/I+wanna+help.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6Jof0bvWGI/AAAAAAAAAks/izpUhn1cXno/s400/I+wanna+help.JPG" vt="true" width="267" /&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;Daddy was outside cutting tile and she wanted to help she kept yelling at him but he couldn't hear her.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6JoK3LAJnI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Ddqiv46W-ak/s1600-h/I+get+it+Daddy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6JoK3LAJnI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Ddqiv46W-ak/s400/I+get+it+Daddy.JPG" vt="true" width="267" /&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;So she was gonna go out there and talk to him and tell him to let her help. Darn board and short legs she was stuck.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6JpMYR0xqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/dsgSJztGtP0/s1600-h/Say+cheese.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6JpMYR0xqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/dsgSJztGtP0/s400/Say+cheese.JPG" vt="true" width="267" /&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;She has enjoyed the&amp;nbsp;tower of tile boxes they are fun to climb and tumble off of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lately she has been doing a cheese face when I take her picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She will blink her eyes. It is so cute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6JpisXCpUI/AAAAAAAAAlE/z4bXYn5nMVI/s1600-h/Say+cheese+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6JpisXCpUI/AAAAAAAAAlE/z4bXYn5nMVI/s320/Say+cheese+1.JPG" vt="true" width="298" /&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;As of last night the tower of tile is all gone so that means we are closer. I will post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pictures as soon as it is done and the house is clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Are you anxiously waiting for the reveal????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-741103700470597311?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/741103700470597311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/progress.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/741103700470597311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/741103700470597311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/progress.html' title='ProGrEsS'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6Jny2k7HoI/AAAAAAAAAkc/QNTWNEgnrUg/s72-c/Helping+Dad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4389124449988157070</id><published>2010-03-17T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:36:29.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions Opinions Opinions !!!</title><content type='html'>This is the inside of my&amp;nbsp;front door. It&amp;nbsp;seperates my Dining room and Living room.&amp;nbsp;It was stained a&amp;nbsp;yellowish wood color but has been stripped and primed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I want it to make a statement&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;has been suggested to&amp;nbsp;paint it&amp;nbsp;Black. I am leaning towords Black I have even bought the paint.&amp;nbsp; Ya or Nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6FKIlupYDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/24XO2Ah0Bcw/s1600-h/Front+door+way.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6FKIlupYDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/24XO2Ah0Bcw/s400/Front+door+way.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4389124449988157070?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4389124449988157070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/opinions-opinions-opinions.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4389124449988157070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4389124449988157070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/opinions-opinions-opinions.html' title='Opinions Opinions Opinions !!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S6FKIlupYDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/24XO2Ah0Bcw/s72-c/Front+door+way.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-7053539003778670506</id><published>2010-03-16T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:01:01.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She did it she really did it!!!</title><content type='html'>Remember this is my family blog where I document our life and the &lt;strike&gt;boring &lt;/strike&gt;exciting things that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this grosses you out well...Sorry. Luckily my camera is in the car at The Frog Prince's work or I would have pictures. &lt;em&gt;Just kidding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would assume this has happened to every mother in the world if not them my children have no manners. With girl # 1 this would happen at least 2 times a month. Girl # 2 more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well girl #3 did it today. Let me start at the beginning. I clean my bathroom on Mondays and Thursdays. Monday is my big clean things I would love to have a maid for. Tub, wipe walls and light fixtures. Vacuuming corners and ceiling corners. The fun stuff. Girl #3 loves this day because I put her in the bath and let her play while I sweat away. I was to &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;busy&amp;nbsp; yesterday so today I did it.&lt;br /&gt;And today was the day.&amp;nbsp;Today I heard it I knew it was coming but couldn't get to her fast enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pooped. She POOPED in the tub. I told her to stop that, we didn't do it in there but she just smiled and continued playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pulled her out and scrubbed the tub again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cleaning the tub!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-7053539003778670506?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7053539003778670506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-did-it-she-really-did-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7053539003778670506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7053539003778670506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-did-it-she-really-did-it.html' title='She did it she really did it!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6766258785317447910</id><published>2010-03-15T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:59:43.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't taste as good as I remember</title><content type='html'>I have tried every diet under the sun. By the 3rd week I am devouring anything and everything that I deprived myself of. Then slowly I put on more weight I had lost while on the stupid diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who has been doing something for a few months and has great sucess. She removed all added sugar and sugar substitutes from her diet. ( Her son informed me yesterday in Primary class that his Mom made eating no sugar her New Years revolation. I laughed in side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have seen the pounds melt off her I have thought I would try it. I was a sugar addict. I loves me my chocolate. I would have stashes in my bedroom. I would always control how much sugar the girls ate but not me I would not eat tons but I would nible everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on this diet for 3 weeks and have lost 9 pounds. I have not excersized 1 minute I am not watching anything other than the sugar. I have never felt better. I have more energy and I am sleeping so good at night. It used to take me 2 hours to fall asleep and I would wake up in the middle of the night and go through the same thing. Now I am asleep within 10 minutes and I am sleeping till the alarm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week my girls have been wanting to make cookies and since the state of my kitchen is not cooking friendly I just bought some at the store. I figured since I have been doing so good I would treat myself to 1 cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;IT DIDN"T EVEN TASTE GOOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; I didn't even eat the whole thing. It wasn't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally by now I would have given up and moved on or eaten on but I don't even miss it. I am amazed and so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no longer a diet but a eating plan. I don't hesitate to say no thank-you when offered some sugar and I don't secretly eat something this one time because no one can see me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sugar&amp;nbsp;you don't&amp;nbsp;taste as good as I remember. This is my new way of&amp;nbsp; life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-6766258785317447910?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6766258785317447910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-do-not-taste-as-good-as-i-remember.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6766258785317447910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6766258785317447910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-do-not-taste-as-good-as-i-remember.html' title='You don&apos;t taste as good as I remember'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-2752394440602286627</id><published>2010-03-09T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:15:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water slides and wave pools!!!</title><content type='html'>Our fabulous friends the Daw's invited us to go to Idaho to an indoor water park in Febuary. It was a great break from the cold winter weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a BLAST!!!! We&amp;nbsp;plan on&amp;nbsp;making this a yearly family event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forgot our camera but wonderful Susi didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cAjfPThVI/AAAAAAAAAi0/riwc5HoLl4Y/s1600-h/Family+at+rapture+reef" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cAjfPThVI/AAAAAAAAAi0/riwc5HoLl4Y/s400/Family+at+rapture+reef" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(everything in my being tells me to remove this picture because I am hideous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a&amp;nbsp;visitor of both our blogs you will notice she did a post about this today. It worked out&amp;nbsp;because I was able to copy the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cB-piItfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/jmQnQVZKqfc/s1600-h/Mckinley+RR" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cB-piItfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/jmQnQVZKqfc/s400/Mckinley+RR" vt="true" width="267" /&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;This little girl is a lover of all things water... She was in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cCCdWaDeI/AAAAAAAAAjE/4VAnSPq7rf8/s1600-h/Kennedy+RR" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cCCdWaDeI/AAAAAAAAAjE/4VAnSPq7rf8/s400/Kennedy+RR" vt="true" width="267" /&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cCE-ATyBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/mybvyNpPzfA/s1600-h/Raegan+and+Brianna+Rr" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cCE-ATyBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/mybvyNpPzfA/s1600-h/Raegan+and+Brianna+Rr" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cCE-ATyBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/mybvyNpPzfA/s400/Raegan+and+Brianna+Rr" vt="true" width="267" /&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cC5aBZy4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/fPwomA3AvcA/s1600-h/Sophie+Rp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cC5aBZy4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/fPwomA3AvcA/s400/Sophie+Rp" vt="true" width="267" /&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/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cC2NDzfEI/AAAAAAAAAjc/JLYqh93RNLE/s1600-h/emily+Rp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cC2NDzfEI/AAAAAAAAAjc/JLYqh93RNLE/s400/emily+Rp" vt="true" width="267" /&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/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cDHKgymaI/AAAAAAAAAjs/fjQ_d1DlqSk/s1600-h/Kaden+RR" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cDHKgymaI/AAAAAAAAAjs/fjQ_d1DlqSk/s400/Kaden+RR" vt="true" width="267" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since the older kids were able to ride by them selves we only saw them when they were hungry.&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 littler ones had to ride with the adult. So the adults took turns hiking up the million steps to the top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and rode the slides. It was a blast. I let my inner child come out at threw caution to the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am so glad I did. Sophie says I drowned her when we came off the tube but she has fun either way.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cDzDMXZVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ShD2RfNUkrc/s1600-h/Mommy+%26+Mckinley+RR" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cDzDMXZVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ShD2RfNUkrc/s400/Mommy+%26+Mckinley+RR" vt="true" width="400" /&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/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cD1Zkt3zI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Lf4vlCkrfr0/s1600-h/Susi+%26+Sophie" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cD1Zkt3zI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Lf4vlCkrfr0/s400/Susi+%26+Sophie" vt="true" width="400" /&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;We had a lot of great fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank-you Daw family for being great friends and inviting us.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cEa7mW4_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/mVYN629WIWo/s1600-h/Goofy+KIDS+RR" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cEa7mW4_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/mVYN629WIWo/s400/Goofy+KIDS+RR" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-2752394440602286627?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2752394440602286627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/water-slides-and-wave-pools.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2752394440602286627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2752394440602286627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/water-slides-and-wave-pools.html' title='Water slides and wave pools!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5cAjfPThVI/AAAAAAAAAi0/riwc5HoLl4Y/s72-c/Family+at+rapture+reef' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-3942598013669850998</id><published>2010-03-08T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:23:25.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A revelation</title><content type='html'>I like millions of Mormon Mommy have a Sunday bag filled with coloring books, reading books and little things to keep the kids quiet so I can maybe hear 5 minutes of Sacrament meeting. (I still have a 1 year old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months I have been leaving the bag to the girls to get ready. I just don't have the time Sunday morning to do it. If I was Molly Mormon I would have it and all thier clothes laid out the night before. We have established I am not such molly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday I told the girls to get thier stuff together. They prefered to play with toys and so when it was time to leave they didn't have it ready so we left and they would deal with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best thing EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children have sat through many Fast and Testimony meetings. After the meeting began Girl #1 turned to me and said "mom why does everyone keep going up there" Can I go up there if I want? What do I say? I couldn't believe it. Hadn't they ever paid attention? I think they would glance up but just think that was the person giving the talk. Girls # 2 asked me a question about something someone said. These girls age 6 &amp; 7 were paying attention and learning something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we talked about it, I told them I thought they were old enough to sit quietly and listen. They didn't need the things to keep them quiet. They agreed and they were so proud that they could do this and they are looking forward to hearing the talks and paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both girls want to bear thier testimonys next month so this months family home evenings will be spent talking about what things we say and don't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thank-ful that I learned this now. I knew there would come a time when they would stop having these things but honestly I hadn't set a firl age. I really feel I was being prompted that it is time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at Sunday dinner when I ask what they learned at church today I will actually get an answer other than I don't remember because honestly they didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-3942598013669850998?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3942598013669850998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/revelation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3942598013669850998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3942598013669850998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/revelation.html' title='A revelation'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-662974875123637094</id><published>2010-03-05T07:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:50:41.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My morning song</title><content type='html'>This morning I was awaken by Girl#2 singing me a beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning to you Good Morning to you&lt;br /&gt;You smell like a monkey &lt;br /&gt;and I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-662974875123637094?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/662974875123637094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-morning-song.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/662974875123637094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/662974875123637094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-morning-song.html' title='My morning song'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-803079687992043379</id><published>2010-03-04T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:36:24.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you give a girl a book......</title><content type='html'>She will love reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5Agresvr3I/AAAAAAAAAic/2-LmWtR9nVQ/s1600-h/Raegan+Reading03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5Agresvr3I/AAAAAAAAAic/2-LmWtR9nVQ/s400/Raegan+Reading03.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a few months of bedrest with girl#1 I read a ton at the end of my pregnancy. In the beginning it was Court T.V. but then I turned to more enlightening things. At night after playing a few rounds of UNO The Frog Prince would read childrens books to my belly. He would start reading and we could see her move towards his voice. Coolest thing EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was born we continued to read to her. When she could crawl she would pick a book then crawl to us to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5AiFmCoxbI/AAAAAAAAAik/AacLBJ5lhT8/s1600-h/Raegan+Reading.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5AiFmCoxbI/AAAAAAAAAik/AacLBJ5lhT8/s400/Raegan+Reading.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap time was a breeze she would pick a few books settle under the covers and I wouldn't hear a peep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love has continued to this day. She picked up reading so easily she has consistantly been 1 grade level ahead in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her class had a goal of 2 Ar points a month that they set at the biginning of the year. The total to Feb would have been 12. At a recent award ceremony for her class her teacher handed out a few awards for a few that topped the class. I was in shock when she announced Girl# 1 had 72 Ar points to date. 72 holy mackeral that is way above 12. If I could do math I would give a percentage but will just leave it at that is a whole lot more then 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5AjAZXMrzI/AAAAAAAAAis/PwNwLQ_a1-4/s1600-h/Award.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5AjAZXMrzI/AAAAAAAAAis/PwNwLQ_a1-4/s400/Award.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other amazing part is she never brings home library books. In Kindergarten she lost a library book and she has never wanted to bring one home again. So she is reading these all at library time then taking her test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad she has this love and ease for reading I think it opens so much learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job #1 we love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;(She also has been able to whip our behinds at Uno since the age of 5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-803079687992043379?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/803079687992043379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-give-girl-book.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/803079687992043379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/803079687992043379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-give-girl-book.html' title='If you give a girl a book......'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S5Agresvr3I/AAAAAAAAAic/2-LmWtR9nVQ/s72-c/Raegan+Reading03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5313017200850146627</id><published>2010-03-03T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:40:04.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoVe HaTe</title><content type='html'>To say I loved or even liked my house when we bought it would be a lie. There was 2 reasons we bought o.k. 3 if you count budget. First it has 2800 sq feet and&amp;nbsp;we needed&amp;nbsp;4 bedrooms. We made a rash decision because now we only use 1500sq ft and only 3 of the bedrooms. I could however invision making it better and giving it &lt;strike&gt;some&lt;/strike&gt; lots of TLC. I needed to it was my house now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house has a daylight basement so from the outside it looks like one story. The top story has 3 bedrooms 1 bath and the living,kitchen and dining rooms. This is the level we use. Downstairs is a big master bedroom with bath, a laundry/ bath and a family room. After moving in I realized I was to far away from my then very small children (ages 1&amp;amp;2) a couple years later we moved our room upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the tour of the bathroom. Brace yourself it is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I always remember to take before pictures after we have started so you will notice removal of wallpaper in the before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S47HQ85fVII/AAAAAAAAAh0/eBwXoGbiEmc/s1600-h/bathroom+old.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S47HQ85fVII/AAAAAAAAAh0/eBwXoGbiEmc/s400/bathroom+old.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the flowers on the wallpaper weren't enough they thought they would be complimented by&amp;nbsp;a flower curtain. All of the plumbing was in a fabulous shade of pink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S47HYM-VMeI/AAAAAAAAAh8/mWSdo-p5exw/s1600-h/Bathroom+toilet+old.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S47HYM-VMeI/AAAAAAAAAh8/mWSdo-p5exw/s400/Bathroom+toilet+old.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The toilet was immedietly removed due to the disgusting things growing under the lid. I will leave it at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fully gutted the bathroom down to the studs. It was easier. Of course I can't find any pictures. I love demo part and the decorating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S47SdMsLD0I/AAAAAAAAAiE/MJ5DaMDG5xg/s1600-h/new+bathroom1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S47SdMsLD0I/AAAAAAAAAiE/MJ5DaMDG5xg/s400/new+bathroom1.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had room for a double sink but I didn't want the bathroom to seem all counter so we went with 2 sinks.The frog prince (I have renamed Mr.T. every time&amp;nbsp;I typed it I thought of gold and chains I went with this because he loves all his princesses and he is there prince. Also we just watched the Princess and the frog. Where was I?) oh ya the Frog Prince wasn't to keen on the 2 sink idea but I dug in my heels and won. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S47S1A6ctDI/AAAAAAAAAiM/S71xJJAIF4g/s1600-h/new+bathroom2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S47S1A6ctDI/AAAAAAAAAiM/S71xJJAIF4g/s400/new+bathroom2.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And what every toilet color should be WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S47TMDLEJII/AAAAAAAAAiU/8z_icIKE7QM/s1600-h/new+bathroom+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S47TMDLEJII/AAAAAAAAAiU/8z_icIKE7QM/s400/new+bathroom+3.JPG" width="267" /&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;I really love my bathroom. I want to carry the blue to the rest of the house but again Frog Prince protests .He feels I would be copying a friend who also loves blue. I say it is receiving devine inspiration. &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;So I guess I have a love hate relationship with my house. As we fix it up I am starting to love parts of it but as a whole not so much.&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;Our goal is to continue to update our house then sale it in a few years with the hope of building a house with some land. We have learned so much these 5 years......&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;1. We want 1 level&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;2. We only want new construction NO FIXERUPPERS&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;3.I have a very handy husband who can do practically anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5313017200850146627?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5313017200850146627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-hate.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5313017200850146627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5313017200850146627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-hate.html' title='LoVe HaTe'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S47HQ85fVII/AAAAAAAAAh0/eBwXoGbiEmc/s72-c/bathroom+old.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-1893693247567942420</id><published>2010-02-25T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:02:28.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Bear Brown Bear what do you see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4YzUNCHcVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qA97-oCS6mY/s1600-h/Kennedy%27s+Blessing.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4YzUNCHcVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qA97-oCS6mY/s400/Kennedy%27s+Blessing.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I see what Mr.T has lost I have gained.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Reality Sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-1893693247567942420?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1893693247567942420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/brown-bear-brown-bear-what-do-you-see.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1893693247567942420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1893693247567942420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/brown-bear-brown-bear-what-do-you-see.html' title='Brown Bear Brown Bear what do you see?'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4YzUNCHcVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qA97-oCS6mY/s72-c/Kennedy%27s+Blessing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-7088160433050314585</id><published>2010-02-23T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T07:49:42.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4QVxgSMzLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/UdJW1Y6H3fg/s1600-h/Kennedy+age+6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4QVxgSMzLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/UdJW1Y6H3fg/s400/Kennedy+age+6.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6 years ago today I had a Dr. appt for a stress test. After the test the Dr. informed me that she thought I was in labor. I had a schedule c-section in 2 weeks. She was 3 weeks early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4QVXSiwg4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/5UvwQIzD9YI/s1600-h/pregnant+with+Kennedy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4QVXSiwg4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/5UvwQIzD9YI/s400/pregnant+with+Kennedy.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I went to the&amp;nbsp;Birthing Center and after enduring labor for 4 hours she was finally delivered by&amp;nbsp;C-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4QVh4EdtWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/cOn4myYIIYE/s1600-h/mommy+and+kennedy+newborn.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4QVh4EdtWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/cOn4myYIIYE/s400/mommy+and+kennedy+newborn.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 7 lbs 12 oz 20 1/2 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4QbQ2o67cI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qLjM_XJAmZc/s1600-h/sisters+and+elmo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4QbQ2o67cI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qLjM_XJAmZc/s400/sisters+and+elmo.JPG" width="400" /&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;Your sister loved having you and she even shared her best friend Elmo.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4QdODaUgBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/_7zkHVri6qg/s1600-h/little+piggy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4QdODaUgBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/_7zkHVri6qg/s400/little+piggy.JPG" width="400" /&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;First halloween you and your sister were little piggys&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4QjauPiwzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/de8f09jVuZw/s1600-h/kennedy+ya+me.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4QjauPiwzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/de8f09jVuZw/s400/kennedy+ya+me.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You have made our life fun and crazy and we are thrilled to be apart of it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We love you Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I am in search of missing pictures, we have "misplaced" a disk holding all pictures from age 2-5. So that is why I have no toddler pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-7088160433050314585?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7088160433050314585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/shes-6.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7088160433050314585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7088160433050314585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/shes-6.html' title='She&apos;s 6'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S4QVxgSMzLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/UdJW1Y6H3fg/s72-c/Kennedy+age+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-2065491947356536599</id><published>2010-02-22T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:21:22.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Challenge</title><content type='html'>I am not have never been and never will be a morning person .On my mission I "read" my scriptures lying in bed facing away from my companion to catch a little more sleep because 6:30 AM is way to early to function. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the summer my children have healthy nutritious breakfasts. I take the time to cook because they get up at about 8-8:30 so they don't want to eat til 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the school year is a totally different story. They need to be eating breakfast at 7:45 to be ready to leave for school.&amp;nbsp;So they either eat frozen waffles (when girl #1 was little she would only eat them frozen) or cereal. I don't buy sugary cereal so that is how I justified them eating it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here was my challenge to myself. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No cold cereal for 1 week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I would make them hot breakfast every morning. Which meant I was up and at um by 7. UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 3 weeks and they had cereal 2 times...that is right only 2 times and that was because my kitchen was a disaster and I couldn't find my utensels to cook anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of my self and I think my kids are better for it. I am no longer buying cereal&amp;nbsp;I only have cherrios for baby snacks when were out and at church. So now it isn't an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now on the road to being Molly Mormon...a girl can dream :~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-2065491947356536599?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2065491947356536599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-challenge.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2065491947356536599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2065491947356536599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-challenge.html' title='My Challenge'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-2007749373720665891</id><published>2010-02-10T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:36:21.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of an Oreo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cleaning up the evidence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S3MvIb2fCtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/AN1cNCd6h4w/s1600-h/Bath+time.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S3MvIb2fCtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/AN1cNCd6h4w/s400/Bath+time.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-2007749373720665891?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2007749373720665891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/death-of-oreo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2007749373720665891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2007749373720665891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/death-of-oreo.html' title='Death of an Oreo'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S3MuGuDhjtI/AAAAAAAAAgc/pI7njP0AUDU/s72-c/cookie3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5982834450657504357</id><published>2010-02-03T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:34:09.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Banana Banana</title><content type='html'>We have to hide these.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2sFeqVFCzI/AAAAAAAAAfc/CuvjWrGHWSM/s1600-h/banana.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2sFeqVFCzI/AAAAAAAAAfc/CuvjWrGHWSM/s320/banana.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this girl......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2sF3QK4HzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JdQqxkVuY4Q/s1600-h/banana+blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2sF3QK4HzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JdQqxkVuY4Q/s320/banana+blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been throwing fits in the morning and I couldn't explain why. She will lay her head on the floor cry then point to the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2sHDCAnjWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OViiIV8cIgU/s1600-h/silly+head.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2sHDCAnjWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OViiIV8cIgU/s320/silly+head.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it clicked she wanted Banana's for breakfeast. Now in between her shoveling in the banana I sneak in a spoon of oatmeal and she is a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not get her to sign a thing. But when she wants more Banana's she will sign and say more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She definilty knows what she wants and boy will she let us know. We just wish she would talk&amp;nbsp;or sign it so we&amp;nbsp;knew what it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5982834450657504357?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5982834450657504357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/banana-banana-banana.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5982834450657504357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5982834450657504357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/banana-banana-banana.html' title='Banana Banana Banana'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2sFeqVFCzI/AAAAAAAAAfc/CuvjWrGHWSM/s72-c/banana.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5656345409482735148</id><published>2010-02-02T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:35:30.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the weather?</title><content type='html'>&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/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2hv-sfJXyI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qfmQ0HnBfUI/s1600-h/Soggy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2hv-sfJXyI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qfmQ0HnBfUI/s640/Soggy.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left for church on Sunday Girl#2 proclaimed "Mommy it's soggy out side"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5656345409482735148?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5656345409482735148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-weather.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5656345409482735148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5656345409482735148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-weather.html' title='What&apos;s the weather?'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2hv-sfJXyI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qfmQ0HnBfUI/s72-c/Soggy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4264729727056996023</id><published>2010-02-02T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:21:37.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you dropped by my house</title><content type='html'>I would be MORTIFIED &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2htpgsgfmI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Jvi1VYI0jFw/s1600-h/Kitchen.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2huDYy1RzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/2rgBoyhPFlo/s1600-h/kitchen2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2huDYy1RzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/2rgBoyhPFlo/s640/kitchen2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2htpgsgfmI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Jvi1VYI0jFw/s1600-h/Kitchen.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2htpgsgfmI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Jvi1VYI0jFw/s640/Kitchen.JPG" width="427" /&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;I feel like I am living in an episode of Hoarders. &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The cabinets will be beautiful when they are done but right now it is a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I did just organized the inside of my cabinets but from this picture they look messy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4264729727056996023?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4264729727056996023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-dropped-by-my-house.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4264729727056996023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4264729727056996023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-dropped-by-my-house.html' title='If you dropped by my house'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2huDYy1RzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/2rgBoyhPFlo/s72-c/kitchen2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6929908309015047262</id><published>2010-01-28T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:02:40.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fears</title><content type='html'>Everybody has them. Some are of spiders or snakes, flying in airplane, dogs, cats even birds. Some are silly and some are reasonable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say I have a silly one. I know this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally this "thing" brings great things to people. It is used for many things. I know this but still I avoid it at all costs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I decided to face my fear head on I would not let this beat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know what I did? I opened this........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2I3uGHJ-vI/AAAAAAAAAek/AZW0cxdzoIc/s1600-h/Yeast+packet.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2I3uGHJ-vI/AAAAAAAAAek/AZW0cxdzoIc/s320/Yeast+packet.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my fear is yeast. I don't fear it in a sense it will attack me or anything silly like that but I fear I will kill it. I would work hard and use ingredients and then I would kill it and it wouldn't turn out. But I LOVE all things containing yeast. Bread, cinnamon rolls ,sweet rolls. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to conquer this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it. I opened the package mixed the ingredients like all knowing Susi told me to and IT WORKED. I didn't kill it. I had 2 loaves of the most delicious bread that you have ever had.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2I4HjjfxkI/AAAAAAAAAes/_e7TjmdSxY4/s1600-h/Loaves+of+bread.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2I4HjjfxkI/AAAAAAAAAes/_e7TjmdSxY4/s320/Loaves+of+bread.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they beautiful? Of course we had seconds but only this time to celebrate me conquering my fear. Ya right who ever has only 1 piece of bread. Maybe somebody does but that is just stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am going to Costco to buy an economy size bag of Yeast and I am baking away. I might share my creations if I am begged enough                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go have 1 more piece.....Don't judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-6929908309015047262?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6929908309015047262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/fears.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6929908309015047262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6929908309015047262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/fears.html' title='Fears'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S2I3uGHJ-vI/AAAAAAAAAek/AZW0cxdzoIc/s72-c/Yeast+packet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-2177803303368751054</id><published>2010-01-24T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:51:45.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe</title><content type='html'>Price of Mcdonalds Filet o' Fish...................................................................$2.59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price of Co-pay to have Dr. &lt;br /&gt;confirm food poisoning from&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonalds Filet o'Fish&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;.................................................$30.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to hear Mr.T say &lt;br /&gt;after being "Mom" for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;"everytime I turn around somebody&lt;br /&gt;wants something"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;.....................................................Priceless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-2177803303368751054?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2177803303368751054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/hehe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2177803303368751054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2177803303368751054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/hehe.html' title='hehe'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6126076044015053226</id><published>2010-01-17T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:42:08.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I know you're in there!!!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S1C47oQfUwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/vdhdNSNjJhY/s1600-h/cutie+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S1C47oQfUwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/vdhdNSNjJhY/s640/cutie+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She can hear them playing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S1C4m2CJpAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/62mPJPeOzBk/s1600-h/cutie+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S1C4m2CJpAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/62mPJPeOzBk/s640/cutie+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She wishes they would open up and play........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S1O5RS-pIzI/AAAAAAAAAd0/iToITwta85c/s1600-h/hello+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S1O5RS-pIzI/AAAAAAAAAd0/iToITwta85c/s640/hello+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I promise I won't eat your toys" she pleads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S1O5ls-jzHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8VktUbfeUzA/s1600-h/mom+they+won%27t+let+me+in.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S1O5ls-jzHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8VktUbfeUzA/s640/mom+they+won%27t+let+me+in.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"can you help me here mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't resist that look so I make them open up and play with her.&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/660716963000156928-6126076044015053226?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6126076044015053226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-are-you-there.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6126076044015053226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6126076044015053226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-are-you-there.html' title='Hello, I know you&apos;re in there!!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S1C47oQfUwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/vdhdNSNjJhY/s72-c/cutie+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-3927125943137647824</id><published>2010-01-14T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:20:04.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls</title><content type='html'>When we were in California for Christmas we went and had Christmas pictures of the Girls taken. Also,we did some pictures for Girl#3's Birthday. I love them. The one on the previous post of Girl #3 naked is so dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was my ultimate favorite. This was the last picture to be taken and this baby was D.O.N.E. I got it in a 10x13 because I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0-T8FiMCJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/1KGZwLOc_TY/s1600-h/Mckinley+so+SaD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0-T8FiMCJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/1KGZwLOc_TY/s400/Mckinley+so+SaD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see it?????? Red hair!!! I am crossing my fingers it stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0-TfHx8iuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/idrMGIftl3k/s1600-h/Mckinley+Close+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0-TfHx8iuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/idrMGIftl3k/s400/Mckinley+Close+up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other girls 1st birthday picture they are both standing on their own. #3 is not standing alone yet so we had to come up with something to get her standing. I love her expression here she was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0-Tp53Mp1I/AAAAAAAAAc0/HDXGghDHiZk/s1600-h/mCKINLEY+pIANO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0-Tp53Mp1I/AAAAAAAAAc0/HDXGghDHiZk/s400/mCKINLEY+pIANO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This was suppose to be a Christmas picture but it didn't turn out that way. I now have our Valentines pictures all ready...and it wasn't even January. This one was my favorite.....&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/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0-UCM9x3sI/AAAAAAAAAdM/NXAhBxSpgGI/s1600-h/Mommy%27s+Girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0-UCM9x3sI/AAAAAAAAAdM/NXAhBxSpgGI/s400/Mommy%27s+Girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and this one was Mr.T's. Which do you like best????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0-Tb70gd3I/AAAAAAAAAck/bWpLZ03i2EI/s1600-h/Daddy%27s+Girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0-Tb70gd3I/AAAAAAAAAck/bWpLZ03i2EI/s400/Daddy%27s+Girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't I have beautiful Daughters??????&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/660716963000156928-3927125943137647824?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3927125943137647824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-girls.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3927125943137647824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3927125943137647824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-girls.html' title='My Girls'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0-T8FiMCJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/1KGZwLOc_TY/s72-c/Mckinley+so+SaD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-7656693749605946860</id><published>2010-01-13T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:07:56.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who's 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S09rdosx8AI/AAAAAAAAAcc/du-pkAzdGqI/s1600-h/Mckinley+Sleigh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S09rdosx8AI/AAAAAAAAAcc/du-pkAzdGqI/s400/Mckinley+Sleigh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;can't believe she is one already. Where did it go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I knew for a few years that we needed to have another baby......But it wasn't happening.&amp;nbsp; We tried for over 2 years. Mr.T kept telling me "we" were getting to old so I has said when I am 35 we will stop trying. So at 35 I started on birthcontrol pills. A few months later I had to stop taking them....and wouldn't you know 3 weeks later I was pregnant. Oh we were so happy and couldn't wait to find out what we were having. I was sure our luck had run out and we would have a boy and honestly I was ready for another boy. It had been years since our son died so I was ready. But to Mr.T's total delight we were having a girl. He LOVES having his girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then the debate of the name started. Mr.T INSISTED we give her a President name. If you havent notice all my&amp;nbsp;girls have President names, some actual&amp;nbsp;realize it. sooooo the list of names was limited. I refuse to name a child Maddison (I know a horrible child named that) so we were left with Carter or McKinley. She was going to be Carter Lyn for a while Lyn being my sister in-law Jessica Lyn who actual had a baby the same day as said child. anyway......Lyn is also the middle name of Mr.T's ex-wife and I just couldn't get over that so then we had to use Jessica as a middle name. After much debate and me putting my foot down her name became Mckinley Jessica. (Many family members and friends didn't like it but they love it now) She fits her name perfectly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;#3 has been stubborn and willfull since conception. She wouldn't let the Dr. hear her heart. When I did stress tests later on she would not move and again we couldn't get her heart beat. She was a stinker. We set a date for the C-section. Dec 26th and she didn't agree, she wanted to be born Dec 25th and she had to beat her cousin Kannon by 30 minutes.(Who was born to Aunt Jessica)&amp;nbsp;She has done everything on her time. Rolled over,crawled and ate when she was ready. She drives me crazy some times. But oh she is an amazing little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is happy and funny. She finds things so amusing and funny it makes me laugh. She is content with the simplist of things I could not ask for a sweeter,loving baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really thought alot of how we would celebrate her birthday. I didn't want it to get pushed aside because of Christmasand . So we have decided to celebrate it a few days before so that it is completly seperate no combining b-day and Christmas presents. I also didn't want to ignore the fact that she has a special birthday being on Christmas so we decided that under the Christmas tree on Christmas Day she will have 1 b-day present wrapped in birthday paper. It is the 1st present that gets opened that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0z8ZvVOhaI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/cvqtsG4escw/s1600-h/1+St+B-day+Present.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0z8ZvVOhaI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/cvqtsG4escw/s320/1+St+B-day+Present.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days before Christmas we had a party for her. I made cupcakes and made her her own special one. I love how they turned out. (Though I will not make it a profession)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06MLhhDkhI/AAAAAAAAAa0/S1i_PUfFuJA/s1600-h/cupcake+stand2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06MLhhDkhI/AAAAAAAAAa0/S1i_PUfFuJA/s320/cupcake+stand2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06G2QXcL7I/AAAAAAAAAac/bfMd0V1X1O4/s1600-h/Balloons.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06G2QXcL7I/AAAAAAAAAac/bfMd0V1X1O4/s320/Balloons.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06HYMgYtwI/AAAAAAAAAak/evmyjqRTlXQ/s1600-h/cupcake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06HYMgYtwI/AAAAAAAAAak/evmyjqRTlXQ/s400/cupcake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06H4YUUOTI/AAAAAAAAAas/DHNxyGfhFc8/s1600-h/Cupcake+and+hat.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06H4YUUOTI/AAAAAAAAAas/DHNxyGfhFc8/s400/Cupcake+and+hat.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was being so silly and kissing her cake it was so cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06NLDYPo3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/y_S45dO7qB0/s1600-h/kissing+cake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06NLDYPo3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/y_S45dO7qB0/s400/kissing+cake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And of course the destroying of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06Mqin-zYI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Mp5De3UuBsk/s1600-h/Destoyed+cake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06Mqin-zYI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Mp5De3UuBsk/s400/Destoyed+cake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Daddy thought it would be funny to push her face in to the cupcake.....So we have frosting boogers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06NVryecLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2fTi5MrBBc4/s1600-h/frosting+bugers.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S06NVryecLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2fTi5MrBBc4/s400/frosting+bugers.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S09JnS2yAZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qlMemKt0Bvs/s1600-h/A+mess.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S09JnS2yAZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qlMemKt0Bvs/s400/A+mess.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After a quick bath it was time for presents. She really wasn't that interested but she liked the Nativity Little People Grandma &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Papa got her and trying to eat a bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S09iD6I2nhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/k4zBuuo5C0E/s1600-h/eating+a+bow.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S09iD6I2nhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/k4zBuuo5C0E/s400/eating+a+bow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S09Ns6pbz6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/NpoPXDVH2rM/s1600-h/Yay+presents.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S09Ns6pbz6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/NpoPXDVH2rM/s400/Yay+presents.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S09ecjEAz0I/AAAAAAAAAcM/ODyudN9lLxQ/s1600-h/Mckinley+leapfrog+toy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S09ecjEAz0I/AAAAAAAAAcM/ODyudN9lLxQ/s400/Mckinley+leapfrog+toy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great time and can't wait to have many years of birthdays with her!!!&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/660716963000156928-7656693749605946860?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7656693749605946860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-whos-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7656693749605946860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7656693749605946860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-whos-1.html' title='Look who&apos;s 1'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S09rdosx8AI/AAAAAAAAAcc/du-pkAzdGqI/s72-c/Mckinley+Sleigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5523885802332706003</id><published>2010-01-12T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:55:44.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!!!</title><content type='html'>Post over load...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on all morning posting about the last 2 months. So keep scrolling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5523885802332706003?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5523885802332706003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/warning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5523885802332706003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5523885802332706003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/warning.html' title='WARNING!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-1255700175401748182</id><published>2010-01-12T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:18:45.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Canyon</title><content type='html'>What happenes when a child looses 3 teeth in 1 month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0zj37k889I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Qc_lhZeaHSY/s1600-h/Grand+Canyon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0zj37k889I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Qc_lhZeaHSY/s640/Grand+Canyon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl#1&amp;nbsp; lost her 1st tooth the beginning of1st grade. The 2nd one soon after.We were wondering if her other teeth would ever fall out.....Well they are popping out like crazy now. We keep telling her is she loses anymore we are going to have to put her on a liquid diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it mean&amp;nbsp;that we are not incouraging smiling for pictures?&amp;nbsp; She will thank us later&amp;nbsp;we hope.&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/660716963000156928-1255700175401748182?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1255700175401748182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/grand-canyon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1255700175401748182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1255700175401748182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/grand-canyon.html' title='The Grand Canyon'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0zj37k889I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Qc_lhZeaHSY/s72-c/Grand+Canyon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6635895720879422937</id><published>2010-01-12T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:54:53.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Build me a house of candy.</title><content type='html'>Every Kindergarten class at my children's school has done gingerbread houses at Christmas. When girl#1 did it I only came on the day of decorating and helped her create a masterpiece. This year I did it all. My Mom and I spend&amp;nbsp; hours gluing Graham crackers to recycled milk cartons. It is a clever way to get the walls to stay up. So after squeezing the glue gun for hours we put together 110 gingerbread houses. Seriously I think I have arthritis in my&amp;nbsp;pointer finger&amp;nbsp;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0zBSAbZRGI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YV6e4ns2erE/s1600-h/all+the++gingerbread+houses.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0zBSAbZRGI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YV6e4ns2erE/s400/all+the++gingerbread+houses.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day my Mom took a break and Mr.T and I went to put frosting on these 110 gingerbread houses. Mixing water with powder sugar DOES NOT make thick enough frosting to have it not slide off the house. So after I intervened with the other helpers to add cream of tarter to the mixture of MILK and powdered sugar we were on a roll. I NEVER want to Frost a gingerbread house AGAIN. o.k. I am done complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0zBy5I8uqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/vjbqTBxYMdw/s1600-h/Before.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0zBy5I8uqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/vjbqTBxYMdw/s400/Before.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up with tables full of houses and lots and lots of candy and frosting. Luckily they had the canned stuff for the kids to use to decorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0zC7JUx4iI/AAAAAAAAAZs/uc2Rl6eo5Ig/s1600-h/Grandma+giving+advice.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0zC7JUx4iI/AAAAAAAAAZs/uc2Rl6eo5Ig/s400/Grandma+giving+advice.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a blast. Only a handful of parents came to help thier kids.&amp;nbsp; ( I am so thankful I don't have to work so that I may do all the activities with my girls) Many of #2's classmates were glad my Mom and I were there to see and help them. When you mix candy,frosting and 5 year olds things get pretty messy but they had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0zCTisVoYI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mA9DR1RPh6o/s1600-h/Cheesey+Ginger+bread.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0zCTisVoYI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mA9DR1RPh6o/s400/Cheesey+Ginger+bread.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;The end result plus a cheesy smile. The shadow is my hand I am not a professional.&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***** The houses were not consumed after making....at least by my child.&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/660716963000156928-6635895720879422937?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6635895720879422937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/build-me-house-of-candy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6635895720879422937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6635895720879422937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/build-me-house-of-candy.html' title='Build me a house of candy.'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0zBSAbZRGI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YV6e4ns2erE/s72-c/all+the++gingerbread+houses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4432810993002860233</id><published>2010-01-12T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:16:28.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there something in my eye?</title><content type='html'>Yes,Pink eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Girl#3 woke up one morning eyes glued shut. I took her to the Dr. and she had pink eye. Who knows where she picked it up and who she spread it to. After 2 Days of medicine she was much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0y70lAE2KI/AAAAAAAAAZM/6K1EIs5jNnU/s1600-h/McKinley+Pink+eye.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0y70lAE2KI/AAAAAAAAAZM/6K1EIs5jNnU/s400/McKinley+Pink+eye.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course she is still ALL smiles!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4432810993002860233?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4432810993002860233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-there-something-in-my-eye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4432810993002860233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4432810993002860233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-there-something-in-my-eye.html' title='Is there something in my eye?'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0y70lAE2KI/AAAAAAAAAZM/6K1EIs5jNnU/s72-c/McKinley+Pink+eye.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4070376677308183239</id><published>2010-01-12T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:15:25.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>Girl#2's class had some fun things going on in Nov and Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her class had a cute program about Thanksgiving. It was mainly singing songs and reciting poems. Here are a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0y5w0fT-XI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7bTvB88I6iE/s1600-h/Class.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0y5w0fT-XI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7bTvB88I6iE/s400/Class.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We figured out after the program the she had her hat on wrong. It kept sliding off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0y21-dgUVI/AAAAAAAAAYk/HDvFo_xlNpQ/s1600-h/Kenn+thrilled1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0y21-dgUVI/AAAAAAAAAYk/HDvFo_xlNpQ/s400/Kenn+thrilled1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0y4iFJ4iCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TPPMzR_qc10/s1600-h/Kenn+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0y4iFJ4iCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TPPMzR_qc10/s400/Kenn+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be a program with out yummy snacks.....Next time I am bringing fruit. Alot of sugar was on this table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0y3dVNPDdI/AAAAAAAAAYs/fhwBAjK9wyE/s1600-h/Snacks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0y3dVNPDdI/AAAAAAAAAYs/fhwBAjK9wyE/s400/Snacks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/660716963000156928-4070376677308183239?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4070376677308183239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-in-kindergarten.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4070376677308183239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4070376677308183239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-in-kindergarten.html' title='Fun in Kindergarten'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0y5w0fT-XI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7bTvB88I6iE/s72-c/Class.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-2628315138186657169</id><published>2010-01-12T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:40:52.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four eyes times two</title><content type='html'>I knew it was time for the girls to see the eye Dr. Also our co-pays were going to go up this year and I wanted to say a few bucks so I took them in. To my suprise both girls needed glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago Girl#2 put on my glasses and said "mommy I can see" I laughed it off as her being silly. Come to find out her eyes are very similar to mine and she DID need glasses. She had learned to adjust and even passed the schools eye test. She now reads all the signs. After we picked up her new glasses she asked me what KFC spelled. How many times had we passed that and she never noticed they were actual letter. I feel like a horrible that I didn't catch it sooner. She loves her Barbie glasses and I never have to tell her to put them on. She loves to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0yyGOKPBqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/m9gTY90Xm0Q/s1600-h/Kennedy+Glasses.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0yyGOKPBqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/m9gTY90Xm0Q/s400/Kennedy+Glasses.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl#1 just needs them for reading and watching T.V. but since they are High School Musical she wears them all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0yyxIkS3lI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CRKecMcVJLQ/s1600-h/Raegan+Glasses.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0yyxIkS3lI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CRKecMcVJLQ/s400/Raegan+Glasses.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has 2 pairs because I went to costco for her's and paid a fraction of the price. After the insurance allotment we paid $150 for #2's 1 pair and only paid $22 for #1's 2 pairs. I am so glad the styles are so much better then when I was little.(If I hadn't destroyed the pictures of me in my horrible glasses I would insert it here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because both the girls needed glasses my eye Dr. suggested we check Girl#3's eyes. Her eyes are fine for her age. I am so happy could you imagine the struggle with keeping glasses on a 1 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-2628315138186657169?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2628315138186657169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/four-eyes-times-two.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2628315138186657169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2628315138186657169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/four-eyes-times-two.html' title='Four eyes times two'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0yyGOKPBqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/m9gTY90Xm0Q/s72-c/Kennedy+Glasses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-1949240013040405595</id><published>2010-01-12T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:14:43.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE and the Missionaries</title><content type='html'>We started being diligent in having Family Home Evening every Monday night. We got a little crafty. We had the missionaries over a few times to get our craft on. We had a great time. We made Santa Bellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0vbrEh0yNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Yp1OdgTZrGw/s1600-h/Santa+Belly+Fixed.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0vbrEh0yNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Yp1OdgTZrGw/s400/Santa+Belly+Fixed.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reindeer Cookies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0vumxqE3II/AAAAAAAAAXk/N5LXJCuqTkM/s1600-h/Reindeer+Cookies.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0vumxqE3II/AAAAAAAAAXk/N5LXJCuqTkM/s320/Reindeer+Cookies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0ypOOkeerI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XkhlZYus-28/s1600-h/Kenn+Cookies.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0ypOOkeerI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XkhlZYus-28/s320/Kenn+Cookies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0yqOsVGQQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/O5Kwi_1BRCU/s1600-h/Raegan+Cookies.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0yqOsVGQQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/O5Kwi_1BRCU/s320/Raegan+Cookies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0ypq_cItsI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5TZQ36TjC_0/s1600-h/McKinley+cookies.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0ypq_cItsI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5TZQ36TjC_0/s320/McKinley+cookies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Girl#3 enjoyed the Chocolate Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "boys" had a contest making the cookies. They were very competetive. Mr.T won,  he formed perfect antlers. MEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0ysVPMyZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/5_2cDDDo_lY/s1600-h/Travis+Cookie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0ysVPMyZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/5_2cDDDo_lY/s320/Travis+Cookie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Elders made some picture cubes to send home to thier Families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0yp0Fwm1TI/AAAAAAAAAX8/8qNjO-0gRlY/s1600-h/Miss.Gifts.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0yp0Fwm1TI/AAAAAAAAAX8/8qNjO-0gRlY/s320/Miss.Gifts.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Santa Bellies we gave to the girls Teachers as gifts and of course they loved them. The cookies were yummy and fun to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time as a family. We have made it a Family goal to have FHE every week. We know it is important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-1949240013040405595?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1949240013040405595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/fhe-and-missionaries.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1949240013040405595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1949240013040405595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/fhe-and-missionaries.html' title='FHE and the Missionaries'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0vbrEh0yNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Yp1OdgTZrGw/s72-c/Santa+Belly+Fixed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6397062883815352682</id><published>2010-01-11T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:12:41.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>I think I will start where I left off.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was a first for us. We are always with Family or friends either at there house or ours. This year my Father couldn't get enough time off to make the 10 hour trip here and so we decided to meet in Bend,Or. We got a nice Hotel with all the amenities cold pool and all. Seriously it was freezing. The girls didn't mind but after girl # 3's lips were purple we removed her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0vZRsZU_RI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GwRgmf78fmU/s1600-h/thankgiving2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0vZRsZU_RI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GwRgmf78fmU/s400/thankgiving2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was a benefit to being in a hotel....We had to go to a restaurant for dinner. There is 1 problem most restaurants are closed so there employees can be with family. Nice for them not so nice for displaced travelers. So we ventures out and found Black Bear diner they only thing open. Girl #1 had corn dogs very traditional. It was nice to have no prep and no clean up but I did miss those few dishes that seem to only be made at holiday. And there was not left overs. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0vWtEPy1uI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-gePIe_WTwg/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0vWtEPy1uI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-gePIe_WTwg/s400/Thanksgiving+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had had a huge list of Black Friday Shopping I was planning to do. We had a couple we were divide and conquering with, we were organized. I was planning to go with my Mom in Bend but I mentioned to Mr. T that maybe we should get a couple new T.V's cause they were on sale. Well he pounced on that and we ended up with a 50inch blah blah blah flat screen and a 37 inch blah blah blah flat screen for the bedroom. He was suppose to be done and back to the hotel by 5:30am so I could go. He didn't return till 10am so I got nothing on my list. All the big deals were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The T.V's are nice but my Cricket for $188 would have been nice too but sadly, I will be waiting. Anyway, My mom came home with us from Bend so we had less room. We ended up coming home with double buckled kids. I prayed the whole way home we would not be in a car accident. I am very pro proper seat belted kids. We lived and didn't get a ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanksgiving was spent with Family and we enjoyed ourselves. What more could you ask for? (except a Cricket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note....Does anyone else not have a spell check option on blogger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-6397062883815352682?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6397062883815352682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/rewind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6397062883815352682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6397062883815352682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/S0vZRsZU_RI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GwRgmf78fmU/s72-c/thankgiving2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4679262854767192529</id><published>2010-01-07T11:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:33:48.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know I Know</title><content type='html'>I will post soon I promise.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4679262854767192529?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4679262854767192529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-i-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4679262854767192529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4679262854767192529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-i-know.html' title='I Know I Know'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4885210855526263030</id><published>2009-11-20T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:49:39.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZZZZZZZ.........</title><content type='html'>I was going to blog about the Midnight Showing of New Moon but I am so tired I can't put two coherent thoughts together....Maybe after some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say...... I heart Jacob. Don't worry Mr.T knows and he is o.k with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4885210855526263030?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4885210855526263030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/zzzzzzzzz.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4885210855526263030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4885210855526263030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/zzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZZZZZZZZZ.........'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-1248229922413509716</id><published>2009-11-17T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:41:08.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see people visit my blog. I know you are here. Feedjit tells me when you arrive and when you leave. I am obsest yes it is sad. Pitiful really. Why do I care that very few leave comments? Do I say nothing comment worthy? Is there something wrong with the comment button? My mothers doesn't even leave comments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To repeat what my father always says"Noody likes me everybody hates me I'm going to go eat some worms."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O.k. that was a guilt trip or a ploy for comments which ever works....I am pitiful aren't I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Note to Siami you rock the comment department :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happened to spell check? I need spell check!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-1248229922413509716?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1248229922413509716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-see-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1248229922413509716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1248229922413509716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-see-you.html' title='I see you'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5760116547470623953</id><published>2009-11-16T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:57:29.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Were on track now</title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwOYtSYxy5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/HWD2DGuuUCs/s1600/Mckinley+eyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwOYtSYxy5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/HWD2DGuuUCs/s320/Mckinley+eyes.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went for Girl#3's 6 month check up. We are finally caught up with shots and all. I think my insurance company was going to run out of paper with all the reminders I was getting about her well checks. I will be on time from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She is 30 inches and weights 20lbs which is amazing because she doesn't eat any food only formula. Hopefully she will start eating real food so we can ween her off the bottle in a month. She definitly does things on her time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is finally crawling at 10 months. She is starting to try and pull her self up. Right now it is only in her crib but soon she will be a walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has 2 teeth completly in and 6 more coming threw. We are thinking this is why she is waking up in the middle of thenight again. I miss my sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwOZUB20iWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rO5mmwMp7CU/s1600/You+saying+somethin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwOZUB20iWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rO5mmwMp7CU/s320/You+saying+somethin.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you ask her where her nose is she will point to my nose. She loves teeth no matter who is holding her if she sees them she will try to touch them. Maybe she will be a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a daddy's girl. The minute he walks in the door she starts yelling for him to come get her. All she want's is him till bed time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to read and play with the older girls doll house and dolls. She is girl through and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwOa0fATggI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7Zm0trWiTdQ/s1600/Mckinley+so+big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwOa0fATggI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7Zm0trWiTdQ/s320/Mckinley+so+big.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She is such a joy and she is the happiest and easiest baby ever. There are times when my heart hurts when I think we almost didn't have her. We thought we were done. I am so glad we weren't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;***I am patienly waiting to recieve more photos from the photo shoot my friend did I will post one of those on this post when I get them. (wink wink Mary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated *****I got the photos and the first one was so worth the wait. Beautiful Mary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5760116547470623953?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5760116547470623953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-on-track-now.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5760116547470623953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5760116547470623953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-on-track-now.html' title='Were on track now'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwOYtSYxy5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/HWD2DGuuUCs/s72-c/Mckinley+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6331236689349857378</id><published>2009-11-10T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:32:48.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>undo undo undo</title><content type='html'>In changing around my blog lay out I accidently deleted ALL my favorite recipe and couponing blogs. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-6331236689349857378?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6331236689349857378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/undo-undo-undo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6331236689349857378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6331236689349857378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/undo-undo-undo.html' title='undo undo undo'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-1458191351541359374</id><published>2009-11-08T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:29:37.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight limit</title><content type='html'>Just in case you were wondering if there was a weight limit on stepping on a baby gate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Svd-QUq6ARI/AAAAAAAAAVw/-FpvpRJ_noI/s1600-h/Kennedy+and+gate+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Svd-QUq6ARI/AAAAAAAAAVw/-FpvpRJ_noI/s400/Kennedy+and+gate+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401925096945877266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is 40lbs and 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought it yesterday.Grips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-1458191351541359374?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1458191351541359374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/weight-limit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1458191351541359374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1458191351541359374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/weight-limit.html' title='Weight limit'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Svd-QUq6ARI/AAAAAAAAAVw/-FpvpRJ_noI/s72-c/Kennedy+and+gate+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5106131970575679446</id><published>2009-11-06T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:48:04.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you need me I will be in the Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SvRSn1OfthI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qxENgSKK0cw/s1600-h/Mckinley+reading.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SvRSn1OfthI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qxENgSKK0cw/s400/Mckinley+reading.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401032697380320786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Girl#3 favorite place in the house. No matter where we set her down she will crawl to the bookcase. I find her "reading" books all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SvRR3d63PaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/DNYr8AzHYLU/s1600-h/Mckinley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SvRR3d63PaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/DNYr8AzHYLU/s400/Mckinley.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401031866490240418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5106131970575679446?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5106131970575679446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-need-me-i-will-be-in-library.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5106131970575679446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5106131970575679446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-need-me-i-will-be-in-library.html' title='If you need me I will be in the Library'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SvRSn1OfthI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qxENgSKK0cw/s72-c/Mckinley+reading.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-9115654640635407257</id><published>2009-11-04T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:37:20.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh ya 72</title><content type='html'>Ever since we got the Wii Girl #1 has been working on her Wii fit goal. She will occasionally tell me the number and honestly I don't listen. Well today I heard her say "Oh ya 72"(with proud attitude). Then 2 minutes later she said "yep I went up". I then realized she thought that her score was 72 and you should want to get it higher. When I told her it was her Wii fit age we laughed hysterically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-9115654640635407257?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9115654640635407257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-ya-72.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/9115654640635407257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/9115654640635407257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-ya-72.html' title='Oh ya 72'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-1699087681773739304</id><published>2009-11-03T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:13:10.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh you shot me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SvG1TzY_9fI/AAAAAAAAAVY/J8tKjIRDwF8/s1600-h/Kennedy+shots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SvG1TzY_9fI/AAAAAAAAAVY/J8tKjIRDwF8/s400/Kennedy+shots.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400296780011140594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went into the Dr. to flu shots for the girls. Girl #3 was the only one young enough for the Swine flu shot so she got 2. I thought I was getting the Flu shot so I told the girls I would get mine first to show them that if you are calm then it doesn't hurt. When we got there I was told they were out of adult shots so the girls were on there own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got to the room Girl#2 started complaining and I knew we were in for it. When it was her turn she started to freak out. I swear her eyes were going to pop out of her head she was screaming so hard. She was pleading with me. I knew that if she calmed down it would not be as bad. I could not console her so I just grabbed her and held her tight. I got her to stop screaming and take a breath right before the shot came and then she looked at me and I asked her if it hurt and she said"no" She didn't even feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the band aide was applied she was fine. As we left a few of the workers said"oh we heard the baby screaming" I could only laugh and say it was not her but her #2. She then started to get some "sympathy" from other people. They were amused by her dramatics. The nurse asked her if she needed an ice pack and of course that was needed. I am not sure if the arm will have to be removed from all her pain. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SvG0r3JnbsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/B8LUYUQ6pCI/s1600-h/Kennedy+ice+pack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SvG0r3JnbsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/B8LUYUQ6pCI/s400/Kennedy+ice+pack.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400296093825593026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please ignore the big shadow on the side. I am learning my new camera. I may have to "recreate" this picture again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl #1 didn't even flinch and #3 was fine after she got the Binky. I may have to go cuddle the poor little girl with the "hurt" arm. She is so dramatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-1699087681773739304?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1699087681773739304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-you-shot-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1699087681773739304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1699087681773739304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-you-shot-me.html' title='Oh you shot me'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SvG1TzY_9fI/AAAAAAAAAVY/J8tKjIRDwF8/s72-c/Kennedy+shots.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-8270499293892290437</id><published>2009-11-02T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:12:45.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Princesses &amp; A Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Su9MWuoc1cI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IRaa7UYOXi4/s1600-h/3+girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Su9MWuoc1cI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IRaa7UYOXi4/s400/3+girls.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399618431599039938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between school parties, friend parties and Trick or Treating we had alot of dressing up. My original plan was for the girls to be the 3 little pigs but that was veto's by Snow White wannabes. SO I then decided to make Girls #3 an apple to go with the Snow White theme. Well I am not a sewer so my attempt was horrible. So we switched to 2 Snow Whites and a very cute pink Fairy. I think they turned out adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Pretty Fairy on her first Halloween. There was a flower headband that went with this outfit but she wouldn't keep it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Su9LBCFpsXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WsbaLdWKS7o/s1600-h/MckinleyA1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Su9LBCFpsXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WsbaLdWKS7o/s400/MckinleyA1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399616959353041266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had party's at school but in my rush to be out the door at 7:30 that morning (we had to run to the store for last minute tiara's) I forgot the camera. &lt;br /&gt;That night we had a Party at some friends house it was fun. Here are the hosts. They dressed as the Adams family.... Their last name is also Adams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Su9Njl8wPCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/K2Cvmh0XL9Q/s1600-h/Adams+Family+09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Su9Njl8wPCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/K2Cvmh0XL9Q/s400/Adams+Family+09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399619752118205474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had yummy food this was my favorite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Su9OdujY-vI/AAAAAAAAAUg/l7rol3BeZ5s/s1600-h/Brains+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Su9OdujY-vI/AAAAAAAAAUg/l7rol3BeZ5s/s400/Brains+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399620750860155634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the faces of a few brave enough to try this I decided to skip the brains and went for the brownies....It was safer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Halloween Night we went to some friends house who have a very friendly Trick or Treat neighborhood. The kids went with the Dad's and girl#3 and I stayed with Stacey and her daughter Victoria who is a few months younger then #3. It was to cold to have them out. We handed out candy to many "older"kids who really needed to be home. Anyway when the kids and Dads got back they were pooped so they settled down for a movie and some dry cereal.Try to undo the candy high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Su9XhKQs62I/AAAAAAAAAVA/kw72pinQasY/s1600-h/Hanging+out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Su9XhKQs62I/AAAAAAAAAVA/kw72pinQasY/s400/Hanging+out.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399630705442220898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we found Girl #1 and Dominic (9) we were very amused by the huge space between them.(We hope that will continue for at least 15 years :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Su9X6qytOkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dumyAxs7GD0/s1600-h/Dominic+%26+Raegan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Su9X6qytOkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dumyAxs7GD0/s400/Dominic+%26+Raegan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399631143671511618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Halloween. I vow next time I will be more prepared so I am not a mad women the morning of school parties. We will see. We hope you all had a great holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-8270499293892290437?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8270499293892290437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-princesses-fairy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8270499293892290437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8270499293892290437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-princesses-fairy.html' title='2 Princesses &amp; A Fairy'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Su9MWuoc1cI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IRaa7UYOXi4/s72-c/3+girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-9093499421471826458</id><published>2009-10-29T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:22:34.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Girls and a Photographer</title><content type='html'>My wonderful friend Mrs.Darcy takes beautiful pictures. She took pictures yesturday of my girls. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Suoc52WA3FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/acUS1t2WrqQ/s1600-h/Mckinley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Suoc52WA3FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/acUS1t2WrqQ/s400/Mckinley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398158883522927698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SuocxrHqqUI/AAAAAAAAATw/cWtarKLEpnY/s1600-h/Kennedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SuocxrHqqUI/AAAAAAAAATw/cWtarKLEpnY/s400/Kennedy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398158743071009090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Suocp_ifYfI/AAAAAAAAATo/MMfW63uQhdY/s1600-h/Raegan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Suocp_ifYfI/AAAAAAAAATo/MMfW63uQhdY/s400/Raegan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398158611113271794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-9093499421471826458?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9093499421471826458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-wonderful-friend-mrs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/9093499421471826458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/9093499421471826458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-wonderful-friend-mrs.html' title='3 Girls and a Photographer'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Suoc52WA3FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/acUS1t2WrqQ/s72-c/Mckinley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-533729596247349862</id><published>2009-10-16T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:10:19.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 going on 15</title><content type='html'>This morning as I was strangling my alarm(phone) begging the time to go back 10 hours so I will go to bed and not stalk a new blog for 2 hours. Girl#1 enters my room and asks me to tighten her pant waist. Here is the conversation.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1-  Can I wear a skirt?&lt;br /&gt;Mom- No and stop asking me that every morning it's cold&lt;br /&gt;#1-  I never get to wear a skirt no more&lt;br /&gt;Mom- Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point she flings her pants on my head and replies " no more is a word you know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I love her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-533729596247349862?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/533729596247349862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-going-on-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/533729596247349862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/533729596247349862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-going-on-15.html' title='7 going on 15'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-3216262895277636581</id><published>2009-10-13T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:33:52.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of Peace</title><content type='html'>Being able to hear my baby breathing in the baby monitor. My heart is about to explode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-3216262895277636581?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3216262895277636581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/definition-of-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3216262895277636581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3216262895277636581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/definition-of-peace.html' title='Definition of Peace'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6432271160290787888</id><published>2009-10-07T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:37:21.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure in Pumpkin Bread</title><content type='html'>I would not claim to be a great baker. I would not claim to be a bad baker. My friend Suzi inspires me to be more domestic in the kitchen so I decided to make Pumkin Bread. I learned a few things after making 4 batches(yes 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not put in Baking Soda, your bread will resemble a brick and be horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libbys Easy Pumpkin Mix IS NOT the same as Libbys Pumpkin Puree no matter what the teenage worker boy at Safeway says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can not forget half the oil in the recipe and have it turn out the same.(but it wasn't to horrible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the recipe calls for Vanilla pudding and you have used all the ones you bought Chocolate Fudge pudding is just as yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzi is my hero!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-6432271160290787888?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6432271160290787888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/adventure-in-pumpkin-bread.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6432271160290787888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6432271160290787888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/adventure-in-pumpkin-bread.html' title='Adventure in Pumpkin Bread'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-3795116644714488866</id><published>2009-10-05T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:22:26.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii playin</title><content type='html'>Mt.T has wanted a Wii since they first came out but I am pretty anti-gaming so we never got one. I have since witnessed many people playing and I have come to approve of the Wii soooo instead of going to the fair we decided to put that money towards a Wii. I am so happy we did. We have has so much fun as a family playing and it is great bribery for many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is done promptly and with out argument. Bedrooms are cleaned to MY standard. Little girls are so helpful. If it only worked for Daddy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest thing is when Girl#3 realized that she didn't have a control to play with. So we improvised and gave her the remote for the Christmas Tree Lights. She thought she could play with the best of them. Till she realized that hers didn't have cool lights on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrBp2RUSsI/AAAAAAAAASg/dDnK6JbNMkw/s1600-h/Oct+5th+425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrBp2RUSsI/AAAAAAAAASg/dDnK6JbNMkw/s400/Oct+5th+425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389332828789164738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl#2 is amazing at Bowling. She was having a hard time playing right handed so she tried it left handed and she has much better control. When she plays she always plays as a lefty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrCsiUTB8I/AAAAAAAAASo/I8TU12-8f-E/s1600-h/Kennedy+Wii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrCsiUTB8I/AAAAAAAAASo/I8TU12-8f-E/s400/Kennedy+Wii.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389333974484191170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls love Mario Cart that is all they want to play. Girl #1 has better control then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrEFAZjArI/AAAAAAAAASw/Sdpg-jxsDso/s1600-h/Oct+5th+424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrEFAZjArI/AAAAAAAAASw/Sdpg-jxsDso/s400/Oct+5th+424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389335494387761842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the family having many fun game nights..anyone wanna join us???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-3795116644714488866?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3795116644714488866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/wii-playin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3795116644714488866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3795116644714488866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/wii-playin.html' title='Wii playin'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrBp2RUSsI/AAAAAAAAASg/dDnK6JbNMkw/s72-c/Oct+5th+425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-3478374208106392801</id><published>2009-10-05T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:05:12.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for Apple</title><content type='html'>Girl #2 had a Fall Apple Program for her Kindergarten class. They sang songs about all the different kind of Apples there are. The kids really learned alot about them while having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrHxseyv8I/AAAAAAAAAS4/M4M6q8gkExc/s1600-h/Oct+5th+411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrHxseyv8I/AAAAAAAAAS4/M4M6q8gkExc/s400/Oct+5th+411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389339560670052290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then showed us some things she has learned. She had drawn pictures of different people...it was cute to see her"portraits" of her family we all had arms coming out of our heads...very cute. She has such a wonderful teacher. Girl #1 had her also we love her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrLWv7kdYI/AAAAAAAAATY/lr3fuLyVTZM/s1600-h/Oct+5th+414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrLWv7kdYI/AAAAAAAAATY/lr3fuLyVTZM/s400/Oct+5th+414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389343495786100098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the program we were treated to carmel apples. I have to admit I have never had one. They were yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrKgXC_cTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/a9MFbYk-JQs/s1600-h/Oct+5th+415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrKgXC_cTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/a9MFbYk-JQs/s400/Oct+5th+415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389342561393406258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****these are not the best pictures of Kennedy but this is what we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-3478374208106392801?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3478374208106392801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-for-apple.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3478374208106392801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3478374208106392801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-for-apple.html' title='A is for Apple'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SsrHxseyv8I/AAAAAAAAAS4/M4M6q8gkExc/s72-c/Oct+5th+411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5723588164833955538</id><published>2009-09-29T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:37:07.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Moments!</title><content type='html'>This morning a few minutes before my alarm was suppose to announce it was time to wake up I felt some movement on my bed. I just continued to keep my eyes closed to see what would happen. I knew it was girl#2 climbing into bed because #1 had to be pulled from bed Mon - Fri and #3 can't get out of her bed. I felt her climb in and pull the covers over then she gently wiggled over to lay right next to me. I opened my eyes to see her looking at me. Then she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the amazing Mommy Moments in my life. I started to think of these moments and knew I needed to write them down. I do not have a good memory and I want to never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my girls first come out of thier bedrooms in the morning they have this look. The hair is rumpled,thier faces have a softness about them I always get a good morning cuddle and these are the best. They just lean into me and relax. During the day hugs are fast and they have better things to do but in the morning they are warmed hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl #3 handed out kisses the other day without being asked. I was holding her and #2came to attack I mean hold her. #3 leaned over and gave her a kiss. My heart melted. This is genuine love for her sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing Mom from your baby for the first time. #3 started saying this at 6 months I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was folding laundry and putting clothes on the hangers and #2 came and grabbed some and said "Mom since you are sick I will be your helper" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying dinner prayer the other night #2 prayed that her Mommy and Daddy would not kiss alot anymore. (she is a funny girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my Brothers and 1 Sister in-law have served in Iraq. 1 Brother was there for a total of 3 years. We always pray that they will be safe in Iraq. #2 always prays "please make sure so in so is IN Iraq" it is funny how they change things. We have a friend Brian who got back 2 months ago and they are still praying that he is in Iraq. Soon they will remember he is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****To many times I get bummed that people don't comment on this blog. I have realized I have been having pity parties for myself and nobody was coming.This Blog is for my family and the things that I write will one day be made into a book for us. I have changed my thinking and focus on what this blog is for. It no longer is here to validate me(silly I know) I hope you enjoy these Posts but if not they are for me and my children and I now know that is what matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5723588164833955538?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5723588164833955538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/mommy-moments.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5723588164833955538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5723588164833955538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/mommy-moments.html' title='Mommy Moments!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-814327931710982174</id><published>2009-09-23T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:03:16.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One word</title><content type='html'>O.k. here is something fun to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USE ONLY ONE WORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not as easy as you might think.&lt;br /&gt;Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;It’s quite tricky to use only one-word answers!&lt;br /&gt;Once you have filled it out ~~~ be sure to pass it on to 6 of your favorite bloggers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? counter&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hair? wild&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother? broncitis&lt;br /&gt;4. Your father? working&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite food? chinese&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream last night? pregnant&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite drink?pepsi&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;9. What room are you in? nook&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? discovering?&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? friendlessness&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? content&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? home&lt;br /&gt;14. Something that you aren’t? confident&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins? no&lt;br /&gt;16. Wish list item? debtless&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you grow up? Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;18. Last thing you did? fed&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? jammies&lt;br /&gt;20. Your TV? Off&lt;br /&gt;21. Your pets? ruby&lt;br /&gt;22. Friends? lovely&lt;br /&gt;23. Your life? full&lt;br /&gt;24. Your mood? bleck&lt;br /&gt;25. Missing someone? lil travis&lt;br /&gt;26. Vehicle? suburban&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you’re not wearing? bra&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite store? Target&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? red&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed? today&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? days&lt;br /&gt;32. Your best friend? Brandi&lt;br /&gt;33. One place that I go to over and over? church&lt;br /&gt;34. One person who emails me regularly? brandi&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite place to eat? out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 6 People are (do I have 6 people???)&lt;br /&gt;Suzi,Siami,Mary,Trisha,Destiny,Suzanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-814327931710982174?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/814327931710982174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/o.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/814327931710982174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/814327931710982174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/o.html' title='One word'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4355903796692369644</id><published>2009-09-21T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:25:59.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Sick Peas in a Pod</title><content type='html'>I have been hit and run over by a Mac Truck.......I have been sick for a week. Girl#3 has been sick for 2 weeks. I thought hers was because of her fang  coming in. (She has 2 bottom teeth and no top but her eye tooth is coming in on top we call it her fang)She has had a runny nose and just not been herself. I have had a cold fer 1 week and went to the Dr. on friday. My Dr. was out of town so I saw another Dr. at the clinic...that was my first mistake. I lvoe my family Dr. but anythor time I see someone else we always have to go back in because it is worse then thought. She told me that they were starting to not perscribe antibiotics for many things so our bodys will learn to fight it. So I left with a sinus infection and some over the counter recommendations. 3 days later I am worse, out of breath walking to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my friend Brandi for breakfest this morning who just got over Pheumonia (thanks for sharing)and she insisted I go to another Dr.Good thing I did. He says I now have walking phneumonia. Had I waited a few more days it would of been full blown. #3 has a sinus infection and they normally don't treat babys for it. He said 2 weeks is to long....Why do I listen to Dr.'s over my Mommy instinct. So we are both on antibiotics I get the strong stuff hallalua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture the other day with my phone because baby and I were in bed sick. I sent it to Mr T in hopes of getting sympathy so he would come home to us but it didn't work. Because I don't want to scare the bejebbers out of anyone I will not post it. It was bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this post.... I have no idea I am sick and it has spread to my head I don't even know if it makes sense.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough syrup with codine here I come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4355903796692369644?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4355903796692369644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-sick-peas-in-pod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4355903796692369644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4355903796692369644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-sick-peas-in-pod.html' title='Two Sick Peas in a Pod'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6173078739677796561</id><published>2009-09-09T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:57:13.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking of the differences between Mommy's and Daddy's. Besides the obvious we parent completley different.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any child that is in school needs to read or be read to for 15 min a day.In my routine I make this happen. Last night after Mr.T got home we headed to Brandi's house to take her dinner and so Mr.T and friend could give her a blessing. She has Pneumonia..anyway her husband is out of town so she wanted me to hang out then I would just drive her car home.I as most Mom's give my instructions to Dad....Have them brush their hair,teeth, put on Jammie's the obvious I know but he still has to be reminded EVERY time. When the girls know that Dad is taking them home they ask if they can watch a movie with Dad. They know how to play him. I say" it is to late by the time you get ready for bed and read it will be time for bed" I think since the Dad is in the room and part of the conversation he will do as I have "suggested". Will I never learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I wake up the girls they tattle as usual... We didn't brush our hair or our teeth. And we got to watch a movie...I ask if they read and that is a big NO. Because I love my husband and don't want everyone to think I am a mean wife I will not say what I told him so back to my observations. As long as kids go to bed they(Dad's) could care less what happens before bed. I know the importance of them reading everyday as well as brushing teeth and such,but is a miner unimportant detail that he always over looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl #3 has always been a good sleeper. Lay her down and you don't hear a peep. Well she is getting a little older and she now is realizing that life will continue outside the door and she doesn't want to miss it. So as I have been putting her down for naps during the day I have to let her complain no crying just wining for a few monutes. Tonight she did not want to go to bed. Last night Daddy let her fall asleep in our bed next to him(remember I was gone) So tonight I laid her down and she started complaining. I just let her I reassure her she is o.k. then left. Between Girl #1&amp;2 and Dad they keep telling me she is "crying" and I need to get her. I leave her. Mr.T keeps saying I'll just lay with her. I know what this leads to and I am not starting this. So I am in the kitchen and I hear that she has stopped whining so I am giving myself a pat on the back as she starts fussing again. Mr.T walks in and Say's"how can you just leave her?" I tell him she only heard him walk by and that is why she is complaining. He then tells me "no I was in there holding her and I just laid her down" AHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;I think it is so funny how men or maybe just mine can't stand to let them fuss it out. It was breaking his heart. Me being a Mom knows how bad habits start and try to prevent them from happening. So I go back in her room tell her good night and make Dad stay out. After a minute of fussing she is sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my conclusion....&lt;br /&gt;Good thing God created Mom's the way he did or this world would be full of cavity stricken,messy haired, illiterate children who have to sleep with there parents till they are 20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-6173078739677796561?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6173078739677796561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/observations.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6173078739677796561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6173078739677796561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/observations.html' title='Observations'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6232988624590057316</id><published>2009-09-02T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:39:23.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit from the Tooth Fairy 8/10</title><content type='html'>The night before we left for California Girl#2 discovered she had a loose tooth. She was a little freaked out saying she couldn't eat or go to sleep with this loose tooth. Now anyone that knows this child knows she does not leave things alone. In the car all the way down she was pulling and twisting this tooth intil less then 24 hrs since discovering it she had it out. She now has a gapping hole in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sp1sfVBnShI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jFRWeG3nUB8/s1600-h/Kennedy%27s+lost+tooth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sp1sfVBnShI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jFRWeG3nUB8/s400/Kennedy%27s+lost+tooth.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376572815625898514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-6232988624590057316?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6232988624590057316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/visit-from-tooth-fairy-810.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6232988624590057316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6232988624590057316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/visit-from-tooth-fairy-810.html' title='Visit from the Tooth Fairy 8/10'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sp1sfVBnShI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jFRWeG3nUB8/s72-c/Kennedy%27s+lost+tooth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-1424244475482184903</id><published>2009-09-01T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:30:47.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those Mom's</title><content type='html'>It is official I am one of those Mom's. When did this happen? When I had my first baby I couldn't imagine a day with out her then with the second the same. As girl #1 started kindergarten I was sad it was all day. I would say I wasn't sure if she was ready but really it was me, I WASN'T READY. So what has happened in 2 years to cause such joy as I drop #1 and #2 off to school today? The idea of some quiet,the things I will be able to get done without "HELP" My house will stay clean for hours. Am I a horrible mom or is this normal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sp1kyyTa2tI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bM0q6lpLIrw/s1600-h/updated+keep+545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sp1kyyTa2tI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bM0q6lpLIrw/s400/updated+keep+545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376564353809701586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly love my girls and am thankful everyday that I was blessed to have them but I am still happy they aren't underfoot and fighting all the time with each other. It is how life is suppose to be this is preparing them for the future.(that is what I am telling myself to help ease the guilt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl #1 is now in second grade she loves her teacher Mrs.Harris. She is a loop teacher so she will have her for 2nd and 3rd. We met her last night and she is so nurturing and kind #1 will do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sp1m3UfycBI/AAAAAAAAARg/hF17F82P1yY/s1600-h/updated+keep+546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sp1m3UfycBI/AAAAAAAAARg/hF17F82P1yY/s400/updated+keep+546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376566630731116562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl #2 is in kindergarten she has the same teacher as #1 Mrs.Garza. Last week they had a transition week where #2 went for 3 hours a day with no other grades. On the first day I picked her up Mrs.Garza said"she is definitely not like #1" Now anyone that knows my girls knows this statement to be the complete truth. But Mrs.Garza has figured her out...bribe with the baby dolls...smart woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sp1nv6WgPgI/AAAAAAAAARo/M-CQAGjLYt4/s1600-h/updated+keep+547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sp1nv6WgPgI/AAAAAAAAARo/M-CQAGjLYt4/s400/updated+keep+547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376567602965396994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that these hours apart will make me love and appreciate the time I will have with them, I am having a twinge of sadness that they are gone....but I will deal with it. Do you here that?....it's quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-1424244475482184903?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1424244475482184903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-those-moms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1424244475482184903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1424244475482184903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-those-moms.html' title='One of those Mom&apos;s'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sp1kyyTa2tI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bM0q6lpLIrw/s72-c/updated+keep+545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-7583518802483309387</id><published>2009-08-30T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:08:45.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddo's</title><content type='html'>While down in California my brother,his wife and there son Kannon who was born the same day as Girl#3 also came from Texas. It was fun to see them especially the cousin twins as we call them..... We went and had some pictures taken....They are so cute!!! Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Spvk-UFQY1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/3TCGF_NSKww/s1600-h/All+4+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Spvk-UFQY1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/3TCGF_NSKww/s400/All+4+kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376142339390595922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***There are 4 other boy cousins missing from this picture :((You will notice this is the same picture as on my header just altered. Did my header picture look off to anyone, I really wasn't sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Spvlv6CgNrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ooapwhkfCgY/s1600-h/Bums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Spvlv6CgNrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ooapwhkfCgY/s400/Bums.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376143191393187506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really could not resist. They will love us when they are 12!!!! What is interesting is how much smaller my little girl is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SpvmObxuXrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_CHlAgPnjH4/s1600-h/McKinley+looking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SpvmObxuXrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_CHlAgPnjH4/s400/McKinley+looking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376143715845693106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one is so sweet.....I think she looks like Girl#1 in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SpvmaMSLFLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/YsZdgk83Fxw/s1600-h/McKinley+wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SpvmaMSLFLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/YsZdgk83Fxw/s400/McKinley+wings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376143917845255346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be even more unhappy with me...oh well it will be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-7583518802483309387?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7583518802483309387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/kiddos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7583518802483309387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7583518802483309387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/kiddos.html' title='Kiddo&apos;s'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Spvk-UFQY1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/3TCGF_NSKww/s72-c/All+4+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6209938585857548916</id><published>2009-08-30T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:40:26.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>I am home and have been for a week. I have thought many times I need to Blog but then...I don't. I always think I need to have some clever title or say cool things but honestly that happens not very often. I realize I need to just record things that go on because this is my only Journaling I do cause I am lazy like that. So even thought things may not be that interesting to anyone that reads this blog one day my children will appreciate that I can remember various events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend name Brandi..our husband's went to college together we only met once in Oregon and it really was in passing. 3 years later Mr.T tells me that they have moved here and Wayne is working with Mr T. He then says we should get together....that is usually where it ends. I am not one that can make easy conversation I tend to be more comfortable in bigger groups so the thought of inviting a perfect stranger to my house was not appealing. Well one day about 7 months later I ran into Brandi and Wayne at Wal-mart of all places. We striked up conversation and said "oh ya we should get together" ...ya right like that will happen. People say that to us all the time but rarely do they follow through. Well they did. After the first dinner we were hooked, Brandi and I hit if off instantly. I have rarely had such easy conversation with anyone...the last time was my friend Natalie who left me and moved to Alaska...anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story that needs to get shorter I know.... B&amp;W didn't have a church they went to and of course I invited them to ours but they declined. They eventually found a church that fit them and they were very active. Our families did many things together and most every weekend we did something together. Again 3 years later after each of us going to various activities as each of our churches Brandi started questioning the purpose of life and what her beliefs were. She hadn't even mentioned it to me. Now she Say's she didn't because she knew I would tell her to check out my church...smart girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happens we invited her to dinner when we had the missionaries over for dinner. This has happened many time and it has been polite and we move on..Well not this night. Heavenly Father answered her prayers. For the next few weeks she read and learned and continued to receive those answers. Though it was a struggle with how to tell her husband, family and friends she decided to be Baptized. So on Aug 8 she was Baptized by Mr.T. It was an amazing experience one that I will always remember. Being a member all my life I took things for granted. Brandi has shown me what a blessing I have had in my life and to cherish it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank-you Brandi I love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-6209938585857548916?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6209938585857548916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6209938585857548916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6209938585857548916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-2302532974901855652</id><published>2009-08-13T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:34:21.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things have gone on that I would love to blog about but since I am at my Parents house in California and they still have dial-up my posts will have to wait.It takes me 5 miniuts to sign on then 5 more minutes to pull up email. If they could get it at there house in the country I would be secretly signing them up. So I guess the 3 people that check my blog will have to wait a couple weeks to find out what fabulous things have been going on!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-2302532974901855652?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2302532974901855652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-many-things-have-gone-on-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2302532974901855652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2302532974901855652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-many-things-have-gone-on-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-7180480862111914984</id><published>2009-08-05T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:48:57.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Easton Williams</title><content type='html'>I was just on my face book Yes I did it I have been Face booking....anyway....The Williams family has announced the arrival of there new baby boy yeasterday......He came the day before his scheduled c-section ( sound familiar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They named him Easton and he is 19' and 8 lb 3oz. He is very cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy for you Destiny you are a wonderful mom and you are truely blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-7180480862111914984?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7180480862111914984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-easton-williams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7180480862111914984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/7180480862111914984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-easton-williams.html' title='Welcome Easton Williams'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-193234814586805697</id><published>2009-08-04T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:43:21.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh shots!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SniGSLpEEUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/466ZM1GwSIE/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SniGSLpEEUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/466ZM1GwSIE/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366186602932736322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Girl#3 is 7 months old so I was a little late for her 6 months check up. That appointment was this morning. Well when I got there the nurse informed me that I had actually also missed her 4 month check up so today she needs her 4 month shots then we go back for her 6 months shots in 2 months. I am such a good mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to get 2 shots and after the first one she smiled at the nurse......but not after the second she was not amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SniFs5bL4CI/AAAAAAAAAQI/02iHorv01K4/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SniFs5bL4CI/AAAAAAAAAQI/02iHorv01K4/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366185962387529762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are her stats:::::&lt;br /&gt;16.11 lbs&lt;br /&gt;27 inches long&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what the percentiles are but she is a petite one....She looks good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-193234814586805697?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/193234814586805697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-shots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/193234814586805697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/193234814586805697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-shots.html' title='Oh shots!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SniGSLpEEUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/466ZM1GwSIE/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-1316793885217507525</id><published>2009-08-03T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:02:27.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness</title><content type='html'>Girl#2 says to Girl#1 this morning "I love you as much as Jesus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These moments are few and far between but went they happen it melts my heart!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-1316793885217507525?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1316793885217507525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweetness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1316793885217507525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/1316793885217507525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6962573259536453340</id><published>2009-07-30T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:51:02.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untoothless</title><content type='html'>Girl #3 has been gnawing on anything she can get her cute little hands on. If there is nothing with in reach she will go for my fingers. This happened Yesterday and ouch a little poke. Yep her front tooth is coming in.This morning as I was feeling it for the 100Th time(don't ask me why I need to keep checking to see if it is still there) I felt another one so now her 2 front bottom teeth are coming in. This is early for my girls they usually don't come in till 9 or 10 months old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SnHbVOsMMxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/eXdHhZ4HEfc/s1600-h/DSC_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SnHbVOsMMxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/eXdHhZ4HEfc/s400/DSC_0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364309788942152466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried desperately to get a picture of the 2 cute teeth but this is what I got......Apparently she is a little shy about them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SnHb8HKKEfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SbHm-CGFyWk/s1600-h/DSC_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SnHb8HKKEfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SbHm-CGFyWk/s400/DSC_0041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364310456935256562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-6962573259536453340?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6962573259536453340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/untoothless.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6962573259536453340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6962573259536453340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/untoothless.html' title='Untoothless'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SnHbVOsMMxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/eXdHhZ4HEfc/s72-c/DSC_0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-3908004082644694143</id><published>2009-07-28T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:53:09.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But she is my Baby!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sm-3zO4NGdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/I1yJz00R5Cw/s1600-h/DCP_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sm-3zO4NGdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/I1yJz00R5Cw/s400/DCP_0186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363707772016597458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl #1 turned 7 on Sunday. I can't believe it. It was yesterday that she was born. Because our first baby was born so early and then passed away I loved and agonized every day of my pregnancy. I cried the whole delivering knowing we had made it so much longer then my precious boy. She healed my heart. Girl #1 was such a happy baby and so easy to care for. Fast forward 7 years and we have a beautiful,loving,bright drama queen (or diary queen as her sister calls her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sm-3IUaAvII/AAAAAAAAAPY/2ndWNfMSt50/s1600-h/DSC_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sm-3IUaAvII/AAAAAAAAAPY/2ndWNfMSt50/s400/DSC_0038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363707034766195842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have notice that the birthday present requests are getting expensive. She got a Mp3 player and a set of mini scriptures. I know spoiled. The Mp3 was a must every ride in the car was requests from the back.....CD 5 #25 or CD 3 #5 so on and on. She needs her own music now I can enjoy my music so I thought. Today we get in the car and Girl #2 says"CD 3 #25" ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sm-5FUgzTMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qw19S6b-Q-s/s1600-h/DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sm-5FUgzTMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qw19S6b-Q-s/s400/DSC_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363709182278323394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my girl and want the time to stop. Soon she will be a teenager!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-3908004082644694143?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3908004082644694143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-she-is-my-baby.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3908004082644694143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/3908004082644694143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-she-is-my-baby.html' title='But she is my Baby!!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sm-3zO4NGdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/I1yJz00R5Cw/s72-c/DCP_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4940856656475598470</id><published>2009-07-09T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:52:18.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last minute thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have been sick in bed for 3 1/2 days and Mr.T came home straped Girl#3 in the front pack and is mowing the lawn so what do I do???? Leave (and go to the library ughhh)to go check in to the world of blog.......Tonight is girls night out I call it Mom's Night out because with my 2 older girls they feel they should be able to go...nope not happenin....so I was gonna leave anyway. I have missed so much of my stalking, people are flying, houses are selling...When will the geek fix my computer?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was checking in on a blog I stalk.. I mean read I thought I would just copy it and post it on my blog.I hope that isn't illegal and I won't be shipped to some far away prison. My children really need me . While I was sick there dinner was chips and cherries so I will plead no contest anyway...here it is I thought it was funny hope you do to...&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it, ...don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important that you grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't drink doctor, but chances are my readers are stone cold drunks, so I'll ask this on their behalf...should they reduce their alcohol intake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. So tell your readers, "bottoms up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they taught this in freshman P.E. but goodness knows I wasn't listening, how can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(laughs) That's okay,  It's really simple. If you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I'm gonna get letters about this, but personally I can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!! ..... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this question is not for me - but for my readers, will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans ! Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear swimming is good for your figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that last answer really hit home with me...so is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, 'Round' is a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, please tell your readers this for me: here is my final word on nutrition and health. I can imagine it must be a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, in conclusion: Eat and drink what you like, speaking English is apparently what kills you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4940856656475598470?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4940856656475598470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-minute-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4940856656475598470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4940856656475598470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-minute-thoughts.html' title='last minute thoughts'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4571367413314141190</id><published>2009-06-30T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:25:09.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT THE LIBRARY AGAIN!!!!</title><content type='html'>I hate yes I said it HATE computers. We recently purchased a brand new computer because our old one had been set on fire by the teenage boy and never really worked the same. That was 3 months ago and it is already not working it is now at the Best Buy Geek squad. When we purchased the Geek squad package we ASSUMED they fix it right in the store. But no they send it away and now we will be 2-3 weeks with not computer. What ever will I do I will have to work through my blog stock addiction? What will I replace it with??????oh ya clean my house and play with my kids..Not in that order of course. So until some geek fixes my computer I will be cut off from the world or going to the library which is slower then slow.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4571367413314141190?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4571367413314141190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-library-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4571367413314141190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4571367413314141190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-library-again.html' title='NOT THE LIBRARY AGAIN!!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5126839181328199623</id><published>2009-06-19T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:35:16.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where art thou?</title><content type='html'>Where have I been you wonder? o.k. I doubt anyone wonders but in my delusional blog mind I think I have many who stalk me the way I stalk them. Again I said delusional....We have been a little busy with various things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st School is out and I am in heaven because My lovely Girls are sleeping till 9 am. All but #3 who has now forgotten how to sleep through the night but we will talk about her later...With them sleeping later, the morning is not so long it is only 3 1/2 till we go swimming. So I have a while to bribe my girls to get things done so we can go swim in our borrowed pool (thank-you Smarts aka Petunia Boy and She wolf)&lt;br /&gt;The helpers they become when water is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sju6jwxT-HI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x9A8mVWulx4/s1600-h/679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sju6jwxT-HI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x9A8mVWulx4/s400/679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349074105982515314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the hours of swimming girls 1&amp;2 like to cuddle and watch a movie when we get home which gives me time to cook dinner,straighten up and blog stalk.Probably Blog stalk more then the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 8 pm my lovely angels are so tuckered they are in Jammie's lovin on Daddy. Then they crash hard and sleep till 9. The joy is not that I see or have to take care of them less...it is that they are calmer, more helpful and just dang sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sju8VPB4rXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/flkwi0T-M0k/s1600-h/551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sju8VPB4rXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/flkwi0T-M0k/s400/551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349076055430311282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd of all we have a gorgeous yard. Thanks to 8 pallets of Sod or grass rugs as Austin(6year old family friend) calls them we are green and beautiful.But we are having to use all the water in Washington to get the little roots to grow...but oh it is worth it.With in 2 weeks there will be bare foot frolicking on plush grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sju7UhH60QI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XG5kGPahGbQ/s1600-h/712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sju7UhH60QI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XG5kGPahGbQ/s400/712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349074943595958530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And introducing E-coli girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sju9FBo-kbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1imFE5d389c/s1600-h/561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sju9FBo-kbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1imFE5d389c/s400/561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349076876469899698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little #3 was very sick with a fever of 104 and I couldn't get it down. We found out She has a UTI (bladder infection) caused from Ecoli now how a girl that doesn't poop can get E-coli in her "area" is beyond me but she did. This has caused her to forget how to sleep from 8pm-8am. Apparently it spread to her brain.lol. But she is on meds and making a full recovery lets hope the sleeping recovers.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd We have visitors who are fleeing a airconditionless home. This happened 2 years ago. We are gonna be opening the down stairs as a B&amp;D(bed and dinner)My kids love having A&amp;A to play with and I enjoy my friend Blondie it makes for a crazier house. But the pool effects A&amp;A the same way.4 tuckered kids is better then 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I have rambled and rambled I am going to make french toast for my brood of 4 who just rolled out of bed....Good Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5126839181328199623?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5126839181328199623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-art-thou.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5126839181328199623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5126839181328199623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-art-thou.html' title='Where art thou?'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sju6jwxT-HI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x9A8mVWulx4/s72-c/679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6736594238550188004</id><published>2009-06-06T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:25:00.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally UNFAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiqSPIOwKoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kzuBECHRvGE/s1600-h/DSC_0391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiqSPIOwKoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kzuBECHRvGE/s400/DSC_0391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344244696433568386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not and never have been a morning person. Motherhood doesn't agree with this....but I muster through till the weekend. But it NEVER works in my favor......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday through Friday I am practically dragging Girl#1 out of bed at 7:45 to be ready to leave for school by 8:30. "Mom I'm tired,5 more minutes,I"M STRETCHING,I just want to sleep" are a few of the things I hear from her. I then inform her of how many days till she can sleep as long as she likes. Her reply"I am gonna sleep ALL day!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiqRwfGKTPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/eVte43xoAOI/s1600-h/DSC_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiqRwfGKTPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/eVte43xoAOI/s400/DSC_0394.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344244169995603186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most mornings Girl#3 will wake up between 6-7 am eat then go back to sleep for about 3 hours (glorious I know) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why on Saturday is Girl#1 up at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:00am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I say go back to bed you can sleep. Oh but she can't sleep. So I put on the 1 channel we still have (till June 12Th) CBS has some kid things. The baby wakes up and I feed her all the while thinking as soon as she is done I am going back to bed. Well apparently the girls had a secret meeting and talked the baby into NOT GOING BACK TO BED on Saturday's. Do they not love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am the 1 morning I could actually lazily be in bed and my Monster children are torturing me. Good thing I love them.......I hope all of you know my last post was to be funny I am not really getting rid of my children :) and sadly not getting a maid :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-6736594238550188004?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6736594238550188004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-unfair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6736594238550188004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6736594238550188004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-unfair.html' title='Totally UNFAIR'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiqSPIOwKoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kzuBECHRvGE/s72-c/DSC_0391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4126116748704306092</id><published>2009-06-05T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:23:19.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimatum</title><content type='html'>I told Mr.T....." we either get a maid or get rid of the kids........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SinIif6mPrI/AAAAAAAAANo/Kup74bKD-ew/s1600-h/DSC_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SinIif6mPrI/AAAAAAAAANo/Kup74bKD-ew/s400/DSC_0474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344022927860186802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are packed do you have room??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4126116748704306092?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4126116748704306092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/ultimatum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4126116748704306092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4126116748704306092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/ultimatum.html' title='Ultimatum'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SinIif6mPrI/AAAAAAAAANo/Kup74bKD-ew/s72-c/DSC_0474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-2938727811555225309</id><published>2009-06-03T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:32:14.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool's Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SicVkWTMxeI/AAAAAAAAANg/SC_YCBanmsk/s1600-h/eea0f108e62b1b96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SicVkWTMxeI/AAAAAAAAANg/SC_YCBanmsk/s400/eea0f108e62b1b96.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343263197103965666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smart's pool Thursday @ 12:30.  Be there or be hot;0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-2938727811555225309?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2938727811555225309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/pools-open.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2938727811555225309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2938727811555225309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/pools-open.html' title='Pool&apos;s Open'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SicVkWTMxeI/AAAAAAAAANg/SC_YCBanmsk/s72-c/eea0f108e62b1b96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-840528843304555129</id><published>2009-06-01T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:40:19.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogers vs burgers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiRrnf7HZXI/AAAAAAAAANY/S9OHXHrJGQ8/s1600-h/PICT0773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiRrnf7HZXI/AAAAAAAAANY/S9OHXHrJGQ8/s400/PICT0773.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342513384296768882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was riding in the car with Girls# 2.....I already miss pre-school.....We somehow started talking about boogers and kids eating them. Yes, this is gross. I told her they were gross because they were dirt and slime. Now a few years ago that statement worked with girl#1 and we have never had a problem but........This is girl#2 who replies.."Well there not gross they sell them at Mcdonalds." &lt;br /&gt;Gotta love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiRqsZz3yII/AAAAAAAAANQ/DtFh52X9coc/s1600-h/Misc+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiRqsZz3yII/AAAAAAAAANQ/DtFh52X9coc/s400/Misc+092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342512369043490946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-840528843304555129?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/840528843304555129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/boogers-vs-burgers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/840528843304555129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/840528843304555129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/boogers-vs-burgers.html' title='Boogers vs burgers'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiRrnf7HZXI/AAAAAAAAANY/S9OHXHrJGQ8/s72-c/PICT0773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5783164918571276001</id><published>2009-05-31T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:19:35.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiNShWL6K2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/3dCD2thHwJY/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiNShWL6K2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/3dCD2thHwJY/s400/33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342204315836230498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl# 3 is by far my happiest and easiest baby and I have had easy babies. The last week has been a hard one for my sweet girl.With an ear infection, teething and new medicine for pooping she has been a little out of sorts. I decided to keep her home from church today because she was getting into these screaming fits and that just didn"t need to happen at church.....I am glad I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiNS6FaqqaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KGeSpjIRDoc/s1600-h/sears2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiNS6FaqqaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KGeSpjIRDoc/s400/sears2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342204740831455650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slept all day making up for the lack of sleep WE have been getting. Her last nap she woke up smiling so I knew she was back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiNV9GL_vwI/AAAAAAAAANI/rYnRDtSYr7A/s1600-h/DSC_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiNV9GL_vwI/AAAAAAAAANI/rYnRDtSYr7A/s400/DSC_0126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342208091112849154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We even enjoyed dinner outside tonight. I forgot how awful it is for baby's to be sick and not be able to comfort them. I am just so glad we are blessed with antibiotics.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5783164918571276001?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5783164918571276001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5783164918571276001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5783164918571276001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SiNShWL6K2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/3dCD2thHwJY/s72-c/33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-5255522849391858304</id><published>2009-05-28T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:58:48.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ears and Bums</title><content type='html'>Girl #3 has seen the E.R and our Family Dr. more in her short 5 month life then Girl 1&amp;2 combined. At 3 weeks after switching to formula because as Girl #2 announce to all of Target "my boobs don't work" she had her first E.R visit with a Bowel impaction (HORRIBLE) That was the beginning of our Pooping issues 4 days later we headed there again this time after we checked in we realized it was the same thing and we could save ourselves $75 and probe her ourselves(aka enema). Being a "cautious" mother I met with our Dr. many times to be told "give it time she will be pooping by 5 months." Well I PATIENTLY (ya right)till she turned 5 months and still hours of a screaming baby because her body wouldn't expel the crap. haha. So today I take her in and tell DR.K it's 5 months next step is.... Karo syrup Now at this point I am slightly annoyed because......I asked him that 3 months ago. I love Dr.K and do trust his judgement but I want answers and I am tired of waiting. He says he thinks it won't help so in 2 weeks we will get a referral to a specialist. So I DEMANDED no not really just ask that we schedule it now and I will cancel IF it works. SO finally I have a plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately Girl# 3 has been a little fussy, normally a very happy and smiley baby she is whiny and sad. Normally I can lay her down for bed and I never hear a peep. Lately she is fussing and can't seem to sleep good. Over the weekend I notice she was moving her hand to her left ear.I asked my mom who was visiting if it could be an ear infection and she said well she shows no signs so probably not. Well last night after dealing with a miserable baby she woke up with a runny nose and slight fever. So I had the Dr. check her ear...she has a horrible ear infection. They could not believe she hadn't been screaming for days. I said she was just a little whiny nothing to horrible. So apparently Girl#3 has a high tolerance of pain. Between girl #1&amp;2 we have only had 1 infection. I have had friends who's kids constantly have them so we are pretty lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when baby's are sick they can't tell you what hurts or how to help them. I just cry right along with them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note we tried cereal with girl#3 .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sh7-kgq7gOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/q9ZtkylI9X8/s1600-h/Misc+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sh7-kgq7gOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/q9ZtkylI9X8/s400/Misc+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340986111306727650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think is was a hit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sh7_U9E5tzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HK6SLQ7cEI4/s1600-h/Misc+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sh7_U9E5tzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HK6SLQ7cEI4/s400/Misc+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340986943565575986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-5255522849391858304?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5255522849391858304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/ears-and-bums.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5255522849391858304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/5255522849391858304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/ears-and-bums.html' title='Ears and Bums'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/Sh7-kgq7gOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/q9ZtkylI9X8/s72-c/Misc+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-8974230551556331851</id><published>2009-05-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:26:03.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip Flops Oh My</title><content type='html'>I love old Navy Flip Flops at 2/$5 they are so cheap.......Saturday only they are $1 each I will be there when they open....Happy Flip Flopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShWOQv_kMWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8nmB2Ur7WEg/s1600-h/flops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338329351729721698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShWOQv_kMWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8nmB2Ur7WEg/s400/flops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-8974230551556331851?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8974230551556331851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/flip-flops-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8974230551556331851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/8974230551556331851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/flip-flops-oh-my.html' title='Flip Flops Oh My'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShWOQv_kMWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8nmB2Ur7WEg/s72-c/flops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4666604744009279230</id><published>2009-05-21T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:45:44.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your score....Take the test then leave your score on my comments.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300px" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px #000000 solid; color: #000000;background-color: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/wife.jpg" width="72"height="72"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;51&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a 1930s wife, I am&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Average&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/"&gt;Take the test!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4666604744009279230?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4666604744009279230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-your-score.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4666604744009279230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4666604744009279230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-your-score.html' title='Just for fun!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-6448675039802042646</id><published>2009-05-20T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:03:19.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>And then I check on them before I go to bed.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShTfS9dTAnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SeV1-QFXzdE/s1600-h/DSC_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShTfS9dTAnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SeV1-QFXzdE/s400/DSC_0406.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338136975168963186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShTfu8aO_UI/AAAAAAAAAME/jBwcTCnOd1s/s1600-h/DSC_0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShTfu8aO_UI/AAAAAAAAAME/jBwcTCnOd1s/s400/DSC_0396.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338137455924018498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShTgOhTFnII/AAAAAAAAAMM/-6A18vUIypk/s1600-h/DSC_0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShTgOhTFnII/AAAAAAAAAMM/-6A18vUIypk/s400/DSC_0422.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338137998402100354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am glad Calgon left me right here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-6448675039802042646?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6448675039802042646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6448675039802042646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/6448675039802042646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShTfS9dTAnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SeV1-QFXzdE/s72-c/DSC_0406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-2785721495480095289</id><published>2009-05-20T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:40:18.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShS-__nKhGI/AAAAAAAAALs/a29uasPPC6o/s1600-h/200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101464957617250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShS-__nKhGI/AAAAAAAAALs/a29uasPPC6o/s400/200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;                              TAKE ME AWAY!!!!&lt;/span&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/660716963000156928-2785721495480095289?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2785721495480095289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2785721495480095289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/2785721495480095289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days!!!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShS-__nKhGI/AAAAAAAAALs/a29uasPPC6o/s72-c/200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-9127421681234484919</id><published>2009-05-19T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:39:12.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Irrigation</title><content type='html'>When we bought our house 4 years ago one of the things we disliked...hate is an ugly word in our house so I will use dislike but really I mean HATE...was the back yard. But along with all the other things we disliked we bought it anyway. We planned out how we would fix it. Bring in a Bazillion loads of dirt to level it,put in a new fence and maybe a streaming pond. So what did we do...... we let it all die. So for 3 summers we have had weeds and patches. A few months ago Girls 1 &amp; 2 were playing outside on the concrete and deck part of our yard. I then saw girl 2 frolicking on our "yard" I felt like a white trash mom that lives in Kansas in a trailer surrounded by weed patches for grass with a dog named Rusty tied to a chain. No offense to a mom living in Kansas in a weed patch with a dog names Rusty. I realized then this would be the year we FIX our weed patch. So we saved up....o.k. as stated in the previous post Mr.T saved up and we actually are fixing our weed patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShLmhJSIC3I/AAAAAAAAALE/stRQyDLFoKo/s1600-h/Before+of+yard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShLmhJSIC3I/AAAAAAAAALE/stRQyDLFoKo/s400/Before+of+yard.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337581965489474418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we began. Our friend Kevin came over to help. He and Mr.T being Engineers then had the schematics and over my head stuff figured out. So as they start up the monster truck size trencher I notice something odd......Mr. T is going UP HILL He is pulling the monster up our inclined yard...Hello...What engineers have in smarts they lack in common sense :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShLuMXELPzI/AAAAAAAAALU/1GKNIF4l3yI/s1600-h/Misc+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShLuMXELPzI/AAAAAAAAALU/1GKNIF4l3yI/s400/Misc+084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337590404504829746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note Mr.T is wearing his work clothes from 140 lbs ago I am surprised the pants stayed up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was Mr.T's helper doing? Why hadn't he noticed Mr.T was struggling to get up the hill??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShLfntULpxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/k8_JLCSG0kY/s1600-h/Misc+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShLfntULpxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/k8_JLCSG0kY/s400/Misc+083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337574381659596562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was on the phone..... Good helper.(Later he was arm deep in mud and gunk.) So after the phone call and I suggested he work his way down rather then up they were moving right along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL.......We thought we were the new Clampets and had struck oil...o.k. it was only the MAIN irrigation line. So as Mr.T was running o.k. walking fast turning off every valve in our neighborhood....I ran o.k. drove to the Irrigation pres house to have him shut it off. So now our whole road is out off water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShLihl9VhBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QuPsgOj9eEA/s1600-h/Misc+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShLihl9VhBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QuPsgOj9eEA/s400/Misc+088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337577575140394002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men decided to wait till tomorrow to fix the line so they thought they would just continue and get it trenched until......you guessed it they hit OUR irrigation line. Since all the water was shut off we had no thoughts of striking oil just another line to fix. They decided it was time to call it quits and they ran out of pipe to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Mr.T and his helper, girl #2 fixed all the pipe and water is restored to the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShLkJbOrNrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NagGTKWRG70/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShLkJbOrNrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NagGTKWRG70/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337579358966724274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-9127421681234484919?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9127421681234484919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/adventures-in-irrigation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/9127421681234484919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/9127421681234484919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/adventures-in-irrigation.html' title='Adventures in Irrigation'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShLmhJSIC3I/AAAAAAAAALE/stRQyDLFoKo/s72-c/Before+of+yard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660716963000156928.post-4267498374337420508</id><published>2009-05-18T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:43:29.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My road to frugality</title><content type='html'>After 11 1/2 years I have called it quits. At the beginning of our marriage I took over the finances and well.....did a horrible job! Really Really horrible job. I recently admitted to Mr. T (I am wanting to come up with a code name for my hubby so be patient as I try some out.If one pops out at you let me know and I might keep it) that I had not been honest in how things were going so I surrendered. After admitting it the relief and weight was released I had been so stressed it overflowed to my family. Mr T took it on and has figured it out.....The bad part....I AM ON A BUDGET. I have always had a "budget" on paper but never lived it. Well now that I am accountable I HAVE TO follow it. He has itemized how much I should spend on certain things,food,diapers,formula and misc. He is delusional on how much I should spend and how much it will actually cost. But I am giving it a chance. Then I will tell him I was right he was wrong but until then I am trying every way known to man to save a penny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent many late nights searching blogs on bargains and coupon clipping and have learned a ton. It can actually be done. Living on next to nothing... Don't tell Mr.T. There is so many tricks to getting things for a fraction of the price. There is one blog where these women got like 20 boxes of Velveeta cheese shells for like $2. I personally think that is a little psychotic to have that many but to each his own. Today I made my first amazing purchase. It 's not 20 boxes of shells but I was amazed at what can be done........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShI0bMS0MCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/63KmsHr_LCE/s1600-h/dressing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShI0bMS0MCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/63KmsHr_LCE/s400/dressing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337386150148714530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bottle of Salad Dressing cost me $.17...Can you believe it?????????????? I know it is not what the others have done but it is a start. My goal is to spend less so I can still "play" without Mr.T getting to into my face about $$$$$$$ It is said that you can feed your family on $50 a week so as long as we eat Salad dressing Morning Noon and Night I think I can accomplish that. Seriously I am excited about learning how to spend less on food and such. Mr.T says by March of 2010 we will be debt free and able to start planning for building our dream house.....so if I have to clip coupons and watch for sales I guess it will be worth it in the end. I will try not to complain to much until "the end" gets here. To him anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660716963000156928-4267498374337420508?l=beebeclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4267498374337420508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-road-to-frugality.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4267498374337420508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660716963000156928/posts/default/4267498374337420508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebeclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-road-to-frugality.html' title='My road to frugality'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289595130093048383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/SwTe0-Lh5GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a_bGc-3pLVQ/S220/3+girls+yaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikvpt8mxnMA/ShI0bMS0MCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/63KmsHr_LCE/s72-c/dressing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
