<?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-9160805483364729656</id><updated>2011-11-14T07:20:27.722-08:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>{this thing called life}</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-8934569213538378875</id><published>2010-10-17T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:08:57.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TLurrNSCkQI/AAAAAAAAA2w/h_SyFx8m9MU/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529201726315467010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TLurrNSCkQI/AAAAAAAAA2w/h_SyFx8m9MU/s320/March+22-Aug+15+537.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sisters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TLuraiJnajI/AAAAAAAAA2o/SGr7izA-yHs/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529201439859501618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TLuraiJnajI/AAAAAAAAA2o/SGr7izA-yHs/s320/March+22-Aug+15+456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first family picture since baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TLurabgy4AI/AAAAAAAAA2g/DK78VdQQ0YU/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529201438077673474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TLurabgy4AI/AAAAAAAAA2g/DK78VdQQ0YU/s320/March+22-Aug+15+516.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blake and Carlee are straight up twinners! Both so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TLuq8iobavI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/VzkyOoyefZ8/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529200924592663282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TLuq8iobavI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/VzkyOoyefZ8/s320/March+22-Aug+15+524.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was too cute, I had to put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-8934569213538378875?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8934569213538378875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=8934569213538378875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8934569213538378875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8934569213538378875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/sisters-our-first-family-picture-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TLurrNSCkQI/AAAAAAAAA2w/h_SyFx8m9MU/s72-c/March+22-Aug+15+537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-6573359076249127505</id><published>2010-08-19T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:33:02.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3aZ8AEQbI/AAAAAAAAA2I/K1AaSIFW-bM/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507298058481975730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3aZ8AEQbI/AAAAAAAAA2I/K1AaSIFW-bM/s320/March+22-Aug+15+483.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3aZSBT7BI/AAAAAAAAA2A/QXsE8sOZJQM/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507298047212907538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3aZSBT7BI/AAAAAAAAA2A/QXsE8sOZJQM/s320/March+22-Aug+15+360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3aZKHlNxI/AAAAAAAAA14/N0vru5_oKsE/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507298045091723026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3aZKHlNxI/AAAAAAAAA14/N0vru5_oKsE/s320/March+22-Aug+15+349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3aYnpXONI/AAAAAAAAA1w/2SRAbte_hcM/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507298035838171346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3aYnpXONI/AAAAAAAAA1w/2SRAbte_hcM/s320/March+22-Aug+15+312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brynlee with cousin Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3Y0D9UJAI/AAAAAAAAA1o/wEl8lelwPfA/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507296308271260674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3Y0D9UJAI/AAAAAAAAA1o/wEl8lelwPfA/s320/March+22-Aug+15+315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3Yz0TalOI/AAAAAAAAA1g/QBG-2X3FYp4/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507296304068990178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3Yz0TalOI/AAAAAAAAA1g/QBG-2X3FYp4/s320/March+22-Aug+15+293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3YzUJdWrI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/F3id5bP7a6A/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+286.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had a great summer thus far. My kids are so cute I love them all so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-6573359076249127505?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6573359076249127505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=6573359076249127505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6573359076249127505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6573359076249127505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TG3aZ8AEQbI/AAAAAAAAA2I/K1AaSIFW-bM/s72-c/March+22-Aug+15+483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-8978139534364645317</id><published>2010-08-15T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:26:55.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing baby Carlee!! Better late than never..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhpScYkEfI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ddhyaIUH54w/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505766310038213106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhpScYkEfI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ddhyaIUH54w/s320/March+22-Aug+15+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhpSJH357I/AAAAAAAAA1I/sPIm2k4lDfY/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505766304867936178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhpSJH357I/AAAAAAAAA1I/sPIm2k4lDfY/s320/March+22-Aug+15+160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhoxrz28ZI/AAAAAAAAA1A/lA1C3i3Pcw4/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505765747243544978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhoxrz28ZI/AAAAAAAAA1A/lA1C3i3Pcw4/s320/March+22-Aug+15+323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhoxW7xAJI/AAAAAAAAA04/iee6HV9LjSE/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505765741639565458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhoxW7xAJI/AAAAAAAAA04/iee6HV9LjSE/s320/March+22-Aug+15+376.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhoFoGCz9I/AAAAAAAAA0w/4p8ZbtoZd74/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505764990331834322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhoFoGCz9I/AAAAAAAAA0w/4p8ZbtoZd74/s320/March+22-Aug+15+432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhoFdo0iyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/feMHPdUJPkw/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505764987524909858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhoFdo0iyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/feMHPdUJPkw/s320/March+22-Aug+15+537.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are pictures of Carlee from a few days old to 4 1/2 months old. Isn't she cute, we love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhmu-TM2DI/AAAAAAAAA0g/uadHpxfAIAg/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhmddV4-tI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/_6rKQlmVbis/s1600/March+22-Aug+15+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-8978139534364645317?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8978139534364645317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=8978139534364645317&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8978139534364645317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8978139534364645317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/introducing-baby-carlee-better-late.html' title='Introducing baby Carlee!! Better late than never..'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/TGhpScYkEfI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ddhyaIUH54w/s72-c/March+22-Aug+15+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-8725386093728234875</id><published>2010-02-01T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:07:40.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need the summer to come!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/S2cughlPzYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/HOobmFXESQI/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/S2cughlPzYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/HOobmFXESQI/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433362611751079298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh how I long for summer, it has been such a long depressing winter I can't hardly stand it. Ben always gets worried as winter comes on because I love to be outside and active and I am the happiest when its nice and warm outside. He keeps on saying he needs to move me to St. George or somewhere else nice an warm. I say " lets go man, I'm ready." It does not help that I am as big as a house in my pregnancy. I am 32 weeks now and feeling it big time. Man I sure love my kids but it is so hard to get them here!! Let me just tell you of all the things I am suffering with at this time. 1. My hips hurt so bad, when I walk let me tell you, I look pretty funny, I waddle back and forth. Clear the way here comes Jenny. 2. When I roll over in bed it is a major production, I grab Ben's arm and rock back and forth and finally when I have enough momentum I hoist my body and hope I make it all the way over on the other side of my body. 3. If I eat to much I have acid reflux all night so I have to taste what I have been eating all through the night, and its no good. You would think this would stop me from eating but it doesn't. 4. Just to bend over and get something off the floor is a huge accomplishment. Lets just say my house has not been the cleanest lately. My poor children are my slaves. I am always dropping something and Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; come pick that up, or Blake please go get this. Oh poor children.&lt;br /&gt;We are excited for the new baby to come and for the Mother to be back on her game. When the baby does come it will be getting nicer outside and this will be so wonderful, to have the baby out of me and to be able to go outside and be active. So I will hold in there a little bit longer and survive by eating to much and staying very tuned into Ellen and the Bachelor... (I can't believe he has kept Vivian for so long) these pictures don't really have anything to do with what I wrote about other than they remind my of summer and I love to see green and blue and bright colors, and my kids are so dang cute how can this next one be anything other than B-E-A-utiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/S2cughlPzYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/HOobmFXESQI/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/S2cugYtuFcI/AAAAAAAAA0I/mq4Qvkvk8EM/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/S2cugYtuFcI/AAAAAAAAA0I/mq4Qvkvk8EM/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433362609370699202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/S2cuf-EE8PI/AAAAAAAAA0A/48dQX-hHDQg/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/S2cuf-EE8PI/AAAAAAAAA0A/48dQX-hHDQg/s320/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433362602216714482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/S2cufYivmDI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Li4JKyBXtzM/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/S2cufYivmDI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Li4JKyBXtzM/s320/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433362592144791602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-8725386093728234875?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8725386093728234875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=8725386093728234875&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8725386093728234875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8725386093728234875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-summer-to-come.html' title='I need the summer to come!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/S2cughlPzYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/HOobmFXESQI/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-3168462311065361375</id><published>2009-12-01T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:18:20.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was Our Mom's Birthday last week, It is a very hard time of year for all of us. Thanksgiving is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;especially hard with her birthday being so close, she used to always be up for her birthday. I have so many wonderful memories of this time of year with her. My brother wrote this note to his family the other night and I felt that he said everything so poetically and lovingly I wanted to post it. I feel this way a lot also. My Brother Casey is a very strong person who has been very strong for all of us. I appreciate him so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SxVJZbWqUpI/AAAAAAAAAzw/VcENIlv7ZH4/s1600/Best+Pics+3926+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SxVJZbWqUpI/AAAAAAAAAzw/VcENIlv7ZH4/s320/Best+Pics+3926+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410311228543881874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am feeling very deep right now. Life is full of so much. So many decisions. I am frustrated. I have tried to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;devoted&lt;/span&gt; myself and my life to the gospel. My mother got sick, I cried with her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I stood tall as she cried on my shoulder. I shuddered in my room as I heard her cry in pain from afar. I stood by the side of my father as we offered unto her countless blessings. I took my call of duty to service. I had to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. We cried once again. I served, I did what I was supposed to do. She became worse. I left the vineyard to be by her side. We cried together once more. I left again. I left my dying mother to never see her again in this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I served the Lord and shared the glad message honorably. I returned home to a changed life. To a motherless life. Things are supposed to work out. Things are supposed to go well. My sacrifice should be recognized. But it is not. This is wrong. I should be thankful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I should be thankful for my trials. But right now I am not. My life would be better if my mom were here. I would be better. I would not feel so alone. I pray that this attitude will change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. I pray that I may be worthy of the Spirit to touch and change my heart. I pray that I may stand in holy places and be guided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I pray that there will be those along my path that will recognize my life and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt;. I pray for the day that I will see my mom. My precious Mother. My angel Mother. I miss you so. Words cannot express. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Their&lt;/span&gt; is a hole. It is everywhere. It grows. it is ever-present. She loved me so much in her mortal life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. She offered me so much. My life felt so complete. The pain overwhelms me, but I must go on. I know that if I live worthy, the Lord will bless my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; This is the hope that I hold onto. Right now I feel anger, but hope will always ensue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-3168462311065361375?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3168462311065361375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=3168462311065361375&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3168462311065361375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3168462311065361375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-our-moms-birthday-last-week-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SxVJZbWqUpI/AAAAAAAAAzw/VcENIlv7ZH4/s72-c/Best+Pics+3926+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-2067508122120601816</id><published>2009-11-20T09:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:11:03.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Blake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Swb2kZBZAcI/AAAAAAAAAzo/r1aOVUGtyc8/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Swb2kZBZAcI/AAAAAAAAAzo/r1aOVUGtyc8/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406279507757302210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake turned 6!! For Blake's 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday he decided to have a swimming party. It  turned out so great, all the kids had a great time! Blake got everything he asked for. It was so good to see Blake laughing and smiling and just having the time of his life. He loves swimming and loves all his friends.. Blake is such a sweet boy who is very smart and funny! He always loves to play with his brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt;, he was so good to share all his toys with his brother. I want to say how happy I am that Blake is my son and I get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of taking care of him. So Happy Birthday buddy, you are one very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt; special boy!! I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-2067508122120601816?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2067508122120601816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=2067508122120601816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2067508122120601816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2067508122120601816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-blake.html' title='Happy Birthday Blake'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Swb2kZBZAcI/AAAAAAAAAzo/r1aOVUGtyc8/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-5169333229492329813</id><published>2009-10-18T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:31:17.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Dads Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sts0qquUQbI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ze6aw1VrW6A/s1600-h/Best+Pics+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393962886334005682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sts0qquUQbI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ze6aw1VrW6A/s320/Best+Pics+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom and Dad's Anniversary is today... I felt that I needed to tell you all a little about my Mom and Dad, and the way they were together. When my Mom and Dad met at Utah State, my Mom was in a very serious long term relationship with a different guy. My Mom and Dad were set up on a blind date at first, my Dad came to get my Mom, and My Mom said he was so proper and stiff. They liked each other, my Mom thought he was very HOT and my Dad was being to nervous to know what he thought... anyways a few weeks went by and my Dad needed a date for a Halloween party, he thought about all the many women he had gone out with in the past and remembered Christine. So he called her and she said yes, my Dad was so nervous again that he decided to loosen up by having a few drinks!! Well he really loosened up, he was practically hammered and my mom said he was tons of fun and like a different guy!! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dated a lot after that and my Dad was madly in love with her, she still had this other guy she was seeing... so she went home to tell this guy it was off. When she went home her family and this man were very influential over her and she decided to stay with him, she called my Dad and he was devastated.. poor guy went straight home to his Mom and Dad to help him through this difficult time. When he got home my Grandma said " You need to loose some weight. We will whip you into shape and that girl won't be able to resist you!! So my Dad lost weight pumped him self up, and my Grandma made him this cute jumper to go back to school in. (How nerdy) My mom saw my Dad walking on campus and that was it, she was smitten!! So they got married in the temple about a year later on October 18, 1973.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had 4 beautiful children ( if I do say so myself) who loved and admired them. They had a hard life with lots of job changes and moving around, they never had a lot of money and I remember them having hard times, and many happy times. They made it through all of those things with love and understanding and supporting one another. In the end it was so sweet to see the way they looked at one another, my mom was very sick and she would only wake up for long enough to give my Dad a kiss and tell him she loved him. They are sealed for eternity.. they miss one another, but what a blessing to know they will be together always!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-5169333229492329813?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5169333229492329813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=5169333229492329813&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5169333229492329813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5169333229492329813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/mom-and-dads-anniversary.html' title='Mom and Dads Anniversary'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sts0qquUQbI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ze6aw1VrW6A/s72-c/Best+Pics+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-6871725314195478799</id><published>2009-09-14T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:57:30.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brynlee turned 2!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sq7mQqS93DI/AAAAAAAAAzY/QiP4ddEXqFw/s1600-h/IMG_6497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sq7mQqS93DI/AAAAAAAAAzY/QiP4ddEXqFw/s320/IMG_6497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381491778660457522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sq7mDlDYU8I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/wWLMRseQBUY/s1600-h/IMG_6487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sq7mDlDYU8I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/wWLMRseQBUY/s320/IMG_6487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381491553914606530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sq7mCk6nQJI/AAAAAAAAAzA/OFHY7oUGHtk/s1600-h/IMG_6493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sq7mCk6nQJI/AAAAAAAAAzA/OFHY7oUGHtk/s320/IMG_6493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381491536697966738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sq7mDBUrE3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/0SrA9OKfd7U/s1600-h/IMG_6488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sq7mDBUrE3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/0SrA9OKfd7U/s320/IMG_6488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381491544323462002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beautiful baby girl has turned two and I am still in disbelief...  It was just like yesterday I was in the hospital having her. She is my love, my only girl so far. I have such a bond with her. She is fun loving, beautiful, mischievous, and just so dang funny!! I get all emotional just thinking about her.. oh boy I think my pregnancy hormones are getting away from me again. She is a Daddy's girl that is for sure, (which I love, she always wants him) ha ha..  Well anyway we had a little birthday party for her up at a park close to the mountains, it was a beautiful day!!&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/9160805483364729656-6871725314195478799?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6871725314195478799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=6871725314195478799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6871725314195478799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6871725314195478799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/brynlee-turned-2.html' title='Brynlee turned 2!!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sq7mQqS93DI/AAAAAAAAAzY/QiP4ddEXqFw/s72-c/IMG_6497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-2080643167111918418</id><published>2009-09-09T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:18:08.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SqgMdU2m72I/AAAAAAAAAy4/wxDl6bjyH7w/s1600-h/IMG_6541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SqgMdU2m72I/AAAAAAAAAy4/wxDl6bjyH7w/s320/IMG_6541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379563452847550306" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I LOVE YOU BLAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Doesn't he look sad to leave me. Um not really, that is the face of, "stop taking pictures of me mom and let me go!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well every blog I read, and every mother I talk to says, oh it was so hard to send my baby off to Kindergarten, I just cried and cried.... well there must be something wrong with me cause I threw a little party. I dropped My Blake off at school, I saw the other mothers sitting around feeling sad, watching there kids play, I did get out of the car and I watched him play with the kids, I just kept looking at my watch thinking when is the bell going to ring. Then I looked at him said"bye buddy" he said bye mom and that was it. I ran to the car, got home threw Brynlee in bed. My party was about to begin and I was very excited, I got some Ice cream turned on an episode of Friends!!! OH the joy in not hearing his little voice tell me he was bored. And can I go play with a friend... I know I sound awful but I think I have said it before in this blog, me and Blake have a love hate relationship. I think he feels the same about me... So in conclusion I just want to tell you all I love Blake, I do, but I love him a lot more when I don't spend every single second with him!!!&lt;div style="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/9160805483364729656-2080643167111918418?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2080643167111918418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=2080643167111918418&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2080643167111918418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2080643167111918418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-great-day.html' title='What a great day!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SqgMdU2m72I/AAAAAAAAAy4/wxDl6bjyH7w/s72-c/IMG_6541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-295668034526687018</id><published>2009-08-28T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:51:31.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our wonderful trip to Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside at the bar we were sipping drinks, enjoying an amazing view.&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf3AA9zblI/AAAAAAAAAyo/WO2iwvx26n0/s1600-h/IMG_6289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375036259921260114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf3AA9zblI/AAAAAAAAAyo/WO2iwvx26n0/s320/IMG_6289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love pineapple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2_12AriI/AAAAAAAAAyg/zsVCAecku60/s1600-h/IMG_6292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375036256935783970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2_12AriI/AAAAAAAAAyg/zsVCAecku60/s320/IMG_6292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Jenny at your service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2_d_DtqI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ipcEmOBpps4/s1600-h/IMG_6232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375036250531280546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2_d_DtqI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ipcEmOBpps4/s320/IMG_6232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben did not do well on our sea voyage, he had a hard time stomaching it.. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2-5uMXNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ccN1M5SiSbs/s1600-h/IMG_6230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375036240796867794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2-5uMXNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ccN1M5SiSbs/s320/IMG_6230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is wanting to catch a crab, they are quick little buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2-bjVIfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GwlqHmd_GOI/s1600-h/IMG_6205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375036232698241522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2-bjVIfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GwlqHmd_GOI/s320/IMG_6205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B-E-A-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;utiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2Rx7JkYI/AAAAAAAAAx4/174Jqa8qMrI/s1600-h/IMG_6322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375035465609613698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2Rx7JkYI/AAAAAAAAAx4/174Jqa8qMrI/s320/IMG_6322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the road to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hana&lt;/span&gt; you go on some great hikes, so beautiful, I was blown away by everything I saw, these trees grow up and then back down in the ground. It was like a little jail, we had been naughty... ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2RJ8lkcI/AAAAAAAAAxw/hF9uuX6ZOrk/s1600-h/IMG_6337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375035454878224834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2RJ8lkcI/AAAAAAAAAxw/hF9uuX6ZOrk/s320/IMG_6337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; the happy couple, this is down in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lahaina&lt;/span&gt; by the pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2QgJbICI/AAAAAAAAAxo/gxmzWtX97sU/s1600-h/IMG_6275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375035443657777186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2QgJbICI/AAAAAAAAAxo/gxmzWtX97sU/s320/IMG_6275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple juice anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2QPKDGZI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0Vn36mcUghU/s1600-h/IMG_6217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375035439096994194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf2QPKDGZI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0Vn36mcUghU/s320/IMG_6217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a view, this was at the end of the dreaded road to Hana it was awesome and beautiful but I won't be doing it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf1V9xyviI/AAAAAAAAAxY/OeaVK8OvKOY/s1600-h/IMG_6353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375034437999443490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf1V9xyviI/AAAAAAAAAxY/OeaVK8OvKOY/s320/IMG_6353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining at the luau, but it was still so much fun... I loved all the fun drinks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf1VpNSReI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/7ysGrG24KGY/s1600-h/IMG_6264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375034432477611490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf1VpNSReI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/7ysGrG24KGY/s320/IMG_6264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside our hotel, ready for a hot date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf1U8pv6JI/AAAAAAAAAxI/IURPlAZsznQ/s1600-h/IMG_6293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375034420517398674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf1U8pv6JI/AAAAAAAAAxI/IURPlAZsznQ/s320/IMG_6293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-295668034526687018?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/295668034526687018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=295668034526687018&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/295668034526687018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/295668034526687018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/outside-at-bar-we-were-sipping-relaxing.html' title='Our wonderful trip to Hawaii'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Spf3AA9zblI/AAAAAAAAAyo/WO2iwvx26n0/s72-c/IMG_6289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-526039935622294650</id><published>2009-08-26T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:12:19.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ganny's B-Day Dinner!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet Grandma had another birthday. She is an amazing woman with many, many talents and abilities. She is the best at making sour cream cookies.   She has the best tuna fish sandwiches with perfect bread from the bakery. When ever she knows I'm coming she runs to the bakery and get donuts!! She is the best listener, I call her often and she just listens to me and then gives me great advice.  She loves the Lord and the Spirit is always in her home.  When you walk in the front room it's like walking into a piece of Heaven! She continues to love all of my kids even though she has like 100 great grandchildren, but you would think my kids were the only ones she has.   It feels so good.   Now that my mom is passed on, my Grandma is always trying to keep track of us and watch over us like a mother and it feels nice to know there is someone out there worrying about me. She thinks I'm funny and always tells me what a great mom that I am!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#1 Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SpXKR_5hQDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/5I_Upc7uGWk/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374424140895830066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SpXKR_5hQDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/5I_Upc7uGWk/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of my Grandma and Grandpa Record, as well as my two aunts (Barb and Susan), Uncle David, and Susan's husband Ron.  Uncle Mike wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SpXJ-GxO3bI/AAAAAAAAAwA/PuC96nVmDyE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374423799142735282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SpXJ-GxO3bI/AAAAAAAAAwA/PuC96nVmDyE/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My really pretty aunt Barb, and my really cute sister Tara, and what a handsome devil Casey is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SpXJ3agC4xI/AAAAAAAAAv4/DzDRQBL4Opo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SpXJoZ8uiyI/AAAAAAAAAvw/MMPYmG6uOKo/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374423426334100258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SpXJoZ8uiyI/AAAAAAAAAvw/MMPYmG6uOKo/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SpXJn6yuAnI/AAAAAAAAAvo/uPizH8ACTno/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374423417970623090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SpXJn6yuAnI/AAAAAAAAAvo/uPizH8ACTno/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is my hand-made card that looks like it was made by a 1st grader! Oh well, with Grandma's it's the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SpXJVNu5SPI/AAAAAAAAAvg/uiQ2DFRapdY/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SpXJUtFUudI/AAAAAAAAAvY/vyyfFh3Z3gA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SpXJUBIJFqI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OFZ47dPCNgU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-526039935622294650?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/526039935622294650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=526039935622294650&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/526039935622294650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/526039935622294650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-gannys-b-day-dinner.html' title='My Ganny&apos;s B-Day Dinner!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SpXKR_5hQDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/5I_Upc7uGWk/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-1277715016824359496</id><published>2009-08-13T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:30:09.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a slacker</title><content type='html'>I have not been a blogger lately!! Its been terrible. Well there are a lot of new things going on in my life.  Me and Ben went to Hawaii and we had such a wonderful time there.  We had such a good time that now we are going to welcoming a new comer into our little family in the month of March... yeah yes it happened we are expecting our 4th baby. Its really early and I hope everything goes to plan, so far so good though!&lt;br /&gt;Other exciting news, I finally get to send Blake to Kindergarten, I am so happy for me and for him. We love eachother but I think we do better with a little time apart. He is growing like a weed and I can't believe how handsome he is!! Caden is going into 3rd grade ( slap my face, crazy) Brynlee is my little angel and she just turned two. So I will be posting lots of pictures soon. But that is just a small update into the lives of the Nobles!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-1277715016824359496?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1277715016824359496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=1277715016824359496&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1277715016824359496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1277715016824359496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-slacker.html' title='I am a slacker'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-4755155168911565653</id><published>2009-05-26T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:33:22.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the count down commence.....</title><content type='html'>Its official I am going to HAWAII!!!!! I have never really been any where to far away from Utah. I have never been to a tropical place in my whole life, Ive only seen pictures. So when I say I'm very excited that is an understatement, I'm squealing just a little bit right now!! We are soon to be married 10 blissful, hard, terrifying, years. We were supposed to go to Hawaii on our honeymoon then we said we would go a year after we got married, but then oops Caden came along. ha ha So now we have no babies and we have a little bit of cash so we said what the Hell and we are doing it. So I have a question for all of you, because I want the most perfect vacation ever!!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what should Ben and I do while we are in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;These are some things I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;1. Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;2. Dinner Cruise&lt;br /&gt;3. Deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;4. Kayaking&lt;br /&gt;5. Hiking in the presence of waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;6.Luaus&lt;br /&gt;So tell me if you have ever been to Hawaii, what are some other things we should do, and if the things that are on my list are not fun let me know??? Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-4755155168911565653?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4755155168911565653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=4755155168911565653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/4755155168911565653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/4755155168911565653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-count-down-commence.html' title='Let the count down commence.....'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-3073429668892503393</id><published>2009-05-20T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:21:03.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just trying to make it through..</title><content type='html'>This whole grieving thing really surprises me, I will be going along feeling fine! I miss my Mom but it all makes since to me and I just seem to be couping really well with the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of no where just the last 2 weeks, I am starting to feel angry and very upset at all the changes that have had to happen since she has left. I have been crying a lot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;firstly&lt;/span&gt; because we all have to go on as a family, doing parties having birthdays, its so hard to keep up the family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dynamic&lt;/span&gt; with out her here, there is just a sadness at how final it is, she is really gone and I can't see her for a very long time, its way to hard to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my Dad got re-married and up until now I have been doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that whole thing, but out of no where I am feeling upset at the changes my Dad had to make and how early he had to make them. I miss my mom so bad it hurts to my core, I look at my kids and can not believe she is not her for there birthdays and special events. I look at all the new babies that have been born since she left and I feel such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;, she would not ever be able to stay away, she loved babies so much. I see everyone around me moving on, forgetting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-3073429668892503393?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3073429668892503393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=3073429668892503393&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3073429668892503393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3073429668892503393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/boo-hoo.html' title='Just trying to make it through..'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-6006759490799092218</id><published>2009-05-09T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:04:54.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of being a Mother!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 reasons that I love being a mother and there names are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CADEN, BLAKE, BRYNLEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you all so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SgZfQ3RPPTI/AAAAAAAAAvA/v6bAHRLg0Lo/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SgZfQ3RPPTI/AAAAAAAAAvA/v6bAHRLg0Lo/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334055551985728818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SgZeDA1JIFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/bhXftgL7hZc/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SgZeDA1JIFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/bhXftgL7hZc/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334054214522445906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SgZeCfylGhI/AAAAAAAAAug/aroAir1wuYo/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SgZeCfylGhI/AAAAAAAAAug/aroAir1wuYo/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334054205653326354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-6006759490799092218?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6006759490799092218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=6006759490799092218&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6006759490799092218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6006759490799092218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/joys-of-being-mother.html' title='The joys of being a Mother!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SgZfQ3RPPTI/AAAAAAAAAvA/v6bAHRLg0Lo/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-1604924027843085280</id><published>2009-04-27T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:11:39.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The small things....</title><content type='html'>I was doing the laundry the other day ( I know amazing huh) anyways after I had pulled out all the clothes I found a 10 dollar bill sitting there!! It was great and just made me so happy so I was thinking about all the other small things in life that just put a smile on my face... so here they are in no exact order....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My tulips just are peaking through the ground and It just makes me so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I go to a movie I love, love ,to get popcorn and a butterfingers and a coke, I take a bite of popcorn and a bite of butterfingers in my mouth at the same time...mmmm, mmm then take a swig of Diet Coke oh its great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I'm playing tennis against my husband and he thinks he is all great because he is beating me, he has that smug look on his face,  and It whizzes over the net going so fast,  and he tries to get it, and fails.. ha ha! I'm victorious, and I'm the winner, if only for that one awesome shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I'm feeling mad at the world for things I don't understand and can not control, I will go to the tennis court and hit some tennis balls as hard as I can. I love it, its the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are these moments in times when everything slows down, and I see things so clearly, I look at my kids and its like out of a movie or something... My kids are being funny and all getting along and for a moment I think wow this is what its all about... and then life feels good for a moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There are times when I'm at church and I just feel so much love  for everyone around me, (even the people I don't really like that much) s and I get a glimpse of the Love our Savior must have for us all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. After it rains I love the way it smells!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Life is crazy, with work, kids soccer, school, kids being sick and just the crazy schedule,, I am one of those needy wives that need Ben to tell me often how much he loves me. So sometimes through the craziness he will surprise me with a trip or a fun date.. oh my gosh I love it, to feel special for a moment is so great!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love having lunch with my Grandma, it is so great, her house is like this unchanging place that is always there, always warm and loving. I've been going there since I was born!! It is a wonderful sanctuary that is so dear to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are some things in my life that make life worth liven!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-1604924027843085280?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1604924027843085280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=1604924027843085280&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1604924027843085280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1604924027843085280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/small-things.html' title='The small things....'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-6198310997890064357</id><published>2009-03-16T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:28:37.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been 2 years.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sb5wFS-1x9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/IKTLqQ36BOc/s1600-h/christus-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sb5wFS-1x9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/IKTLqQ36BOc/s320/christus-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313807846640830418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 12 was the day my mom passed away 2 years ago. Oh boy what a hard day to get through, I mean every day seems challenging, some days are way worse than others. Its hard to think back to that awful day 2 years ago.... The things I had to see and feel where indescribable. You know I wanted her to be out of her pain and away from the body that stopped working for her. At the same time I did not want her to leave me. I would lay by her and sing hymns to her hoping that this would comfort her in some way. I also sat there and whispered to her in her ear that its "Its ok mom you can go we will be o.k. " The nurse said that maybe she was hanging on for us, and we needed to tell her that we would be ok.  I also just wanted to hear her tell me she loved me one more time, not that I didn't here this like 50 million times in my life cause I did. My mom always told me how wonderful I am and how much she loves me every time we talked. She used to say "Jenny your so amazing, you can do anything." Man how awesome that she thought I was so great!! There are lots of memories I have of that day most of them sad. After she passed, I left the house by my self so I could cry alone. I said to her in my head," Mom why did you have to go, I miss you." And then as clear as day I heard in my head her answer me and say, " I did all I was supposed to do," Then I said in my head, " I love you mom" and she answered me back saying, " I love you too"  It was a really amazing moment for me. I still feel her around me at times. Sometimes I'll be sitting there and I swear there is someone behind me or by me. She did tell me when she was very sick, "I don't know how it all works up there, but I will be with you as much as I can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom and I would see each other I was always really silly with her, I loved to make her laugh. I would tickle her, (she is so ticklish, ) I always used to pick her up cause I was alot taller than her and she was always so skinny. She would laugh, and scream it was so much fun. I think about when I see her again sometimes, I think I will pick her up and she will laugh and we will laugh and it will be a sweet reunion. (Thank you for listening)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-6198310997890064357?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6198310997890064357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=6198310997890064357&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6198310997890064357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6198310997890064357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-2-years.html' title='Its been 2 years.....'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Sb5wFS-1x9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/IKTLqQ36BOc/s72-c/christus-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-3696032784958720147</id><published>2009-02-16T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:51:04.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to school</title><content type='html'>I just started dog grooming school, I'm very excited, its so much fun.  For a while there I wasn't feeling like a real person, every day was full of the same old stuff and I needed something different. I will be turning 30 very soon,  I just keep thinking I need to be doing more... I think I'm going through some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;withdrawals&lt;/span&gt; about saying goodbye to my 20's. It makes me so sad. So I am going to be a dog groomer!! I am pretty good too, not to toot my own horn but it seems to fit me and my personality.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heirs&lt;/span&gt; to turning 30 and dog grooming.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-3696032784958720147?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3696032784958720147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=3696032784958720147&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3696032784958720147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3696032784958720147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/going-to-school.html' title='Going to school'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-726274896107645278</id><published>2009-01-28T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:48:33.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Family fun...Caution this may cause you intense emotions of puppy love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SYB5lWHI9bI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wel17G5NWPQ/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SYB5lWHI9bI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wel17G5NWPQ/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296366844285351346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Dinosaur Museum on Saturday. It was lots of fun, the kids and Ben had fun digging in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SYB5lHIb4kI/AAAAAAAAAuI/IwemVaA-778/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SYB5lHIb4kI/AAAAAAAAAuI/IwemVaA-778/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296366840264254018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found this sweet little puppy on the side of the road and it looked at me and it said "take me home with you, I'm cold and hungry and I'm a baby." So being the good person that I am I said sure and now we have  a puppy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; your right it was not on the side of the road it was at someones house. I have a sickness, it hasn't been officially diagnosed yet, I get a fever, I get overwhelming feelings of love, And I keep saying over and over again " oh my gosh aren't they so cute. its called puppy fever or puppy love, and I can't resist them, I fell in love. I don't think of anything but that sweet baby puppy. I go crazy, Its not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I get home with the puppy that I realize all the work it takes to potty train and feed the little thing. Well I go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt; for a moment and I'm not able to see past the baby paws and the sweet baby puppy breath and the way they cuttle up in your neck and go to sleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;. Well anyway this is Gunner he is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mutt&lt;/span&gt;, but I love him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SYB5keB2_TI/AAAAAAAAAtw/hKwKUl0Sj2Q/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SYB5keB2_TI/AAAAAAAAAtw/hKwKUl0Sj2Q/s320/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296366829230816562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SYB5kuL28eI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ARpeStl7m5s/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SYB5kuL28eI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ARpeStl7m5s/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296366833567724002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake and Gunner are best buddies they sleep together and Blake carries him everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SYB5lBw4a3I/AAAAAAAAAuA/rdGxsfMMPLQ/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SYB5lBw4a3I/AAAAAAAAAuA/rdGxsfMMPLQ/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296366838823283570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is nothing cutter than babies and puppies.&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/9160805483364729656-726274896107645278?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/726274896107645278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=726274896107645278&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/726274896107645278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/726274896107645278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-funcaution-this-may-cause-you.html' title='Family fun...Caution this may cause you intense emotions of puppy love.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SYB5lWHI9bI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wel17G5NWPQ/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-2759959886513852987</id><published>2009-01-13T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:39:11.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January blues!!</title><content type='html'>Its a set up from the beginning. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; get you all excited and happy for Halloween, Yeah candy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;. Then comes Thanksgiving, I mean how great to just eat and eat and eat. Then before you know it Christmas is here and  we all are merry and happy with excitement and wonderment for the big day. Then we get to party hardy bringing in the New Year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt; 2009 how fun, the night is full of friends, family and craziness. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; do it to you ( who are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; you ask, well you know who you are and I'm not happy with you)  January and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; hit, they are the two worst months of the whole year. Its freezing outside, no one is out and about, its like a ghost town outside.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Undoubtedly&lt;/span&gt; its the time we all get sick, (At least I am.)  There is nothing to do but stay home with a bunch of stir crazy children.  So I say get rid of January and February and lets head right into March when the grass starts turning green and little tulips start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;popping&lt;/span&gt; through to say hello.  If anyone has any suggestions how to get me though these next two awful months please share your ideas with me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt; then I'm (depressed in January) signing out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-2759959886513852987?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2759959886513852987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=2759959886513852987&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2759959886513852987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2759959886513852987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-blues.html' title='January blues!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-924638107850619974</id><published>2009-01-07T12:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:42:12.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden's special day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SWUPmZWPfII/AAAAAAAAAtE/ay0tADlFWYI/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SWUPmZWPfII/AAAAAAAAAtE/ay0tADlFWYI/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288650489730137218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caden got baptised this last weekend.  It was so funny, we went to go to Caden's baptism and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;stake had forgotten to fill the font with water, So there we where with a room full of family and friends all wondering why the baptism hadn't started yet. It was so funny we had to tell everyone to come back to our house while the font filled up for a few hours. Ha Ha It makes for a great story and good memories. I don't think Caden will ever forget this special day he was so cute and sweet. He told me after his baptism, while we where driving in the car just me and him. I asked him if he felt any different and he sat there and thought about it and said, I feel that there is a little light inside me, and that when I do good it feels really good!! Oh I'm telling you he is one choice spirit!! I love him so dearly he is just the greatest son anyone could ask for, I'm so lucky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SWUPlvvyr5I/AAAAAAAAAs0/v_X7Q-DdwZM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SWUPlvvyr5I/AAAAAAAAAs0/v_X7Q-DdwZM/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288650478563012498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gandma and Grandpa with Caden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SWUPm0vuUrI/AAAAAAAAAtM/DWD_oXWeDQA/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SWUPm0vuUrI/AAAAAAAAAtM/DWD_oXWeDQA/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288650497084773042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is most of the people who attended the baptism, the others got sick of waiting for the font to fill and left.( I don't blame them)Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SWUPmDhOA_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/j_gNs1PVFaY/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SWUPmDhOA_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/j_gNs1PVFaY/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288650483870598130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben and I with our sweet Caden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SWUPlJuftrI/AAAAAAAAAss/ke5n2QLZ6Lc/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SWUPlJuftrI/AAAAAAAAAss/ke5n2QLZ6Lc/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288650468357027506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-924638107850619974?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/924638107850619974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=924638107850619974&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/924638107850619974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/924638107850619974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Caden&apos;s special day!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SWUPmZWPfII/AAAAAAAAAtE/ay0tADlFWYI/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-5360389009669265432</id><published>2008-12-07T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:38:11.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STv6oTGixDI/AAAAAAAAAsk/CiZuT3EoZRw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277086958624097330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STv6oTGixDI/AAAAAAAAAsk/CiZuT3EoZRw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A hole in our bansiter, she could fall 4ft". She has no idea and loves to taunt me and scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STv6nhTET1I/AAAAAAAAAsc/WqCK9TOv2lo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277086945254854482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STv6nhTET1I/AAAAAAAAAsc/WqCK9TOv2lo/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet little Brynlee is so cute she is so loving so wonderful but she is driving me crazy!!!! One year olds are so hard, I need to remember for next time I have a baby, "don't be afraid for the birth or even when they are infants. Be very afraid for when they turn one!!" Ha Ha I think its that the sweet little angel, gets into everything. She sticks her hand in the toilet, she climbs ontop of the kitchen table and then falls off. She eats crayons, she eats chapstick, she dumps out a bowl of milk on the couch. Don't even get me started with the Christmas tree its a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its scary really, they are these little people that can walk and climb and lift. But they have no idea what is dangerous, what could hurt them. She would just go walking right into on coming traffic if I was not there. As hard as she is and as much as I want to just pull my hair out with all the naughty little things that she does. I'm so glad that I am here to protect her from the dangers of this world. Sweet little (not so smart) baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-5360389009669265432?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5360389009669265432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=5360389009669265432&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5360389009669265432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5360389009669265432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/hole-in-our-bansiter-she-could-fall-4ft.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STv6oTGixDI/AAAAAAAAAsk/CiZuT3EoZRw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-1554305668952634550</id><published>2008-12-04T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:57:10.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;   Oh my sweet little Blake isn't so little anymore I can't believe he turned 5, Time goes by way to fast. I remember the day he was born he weighed 8 lbs. 7 oz, he was so cute, you have never seen a more beautiful baby than him. He had huge cheeks and sweet beautiful bright red lips. He was crying crying than they layed him on my chest and I was crying and I kept wispering to him its ok, its ok, then he stopped crying and just stared at me.  Blake is so sweet and helpful, he always tells me he loves me in the most intense way. He is an intense little boy we always know how he feels good or bad. I love you Blake so much you are my sweet boy!! Happy Birthday.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STgYsCdnDOI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ruEoNxe_b0c/s1600-h/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275994108318911714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STgYsCdnDOI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ruEoNxe_b0c/s320/139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STgYruVYL7I/AAAAAAAAAr8/Z5Ch9zMh47k/s1600-h/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275994102915674034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STgYruVYL7I/AAAAAAAAAr8/Z5Ch9zMh47k/s320/147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STgYrUKlBZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/1TY-O2rqYAU/s1600-h/150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275994095891056018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STgYrUKlBZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/1TY-O2rqYAU/s320/150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-1554305668952634550?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1554305668952634550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=1554305668952634550&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1554305668952634550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1554305668952634550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-my-sweet-little-blake-isnt-so-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STgYsCdnDOI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ruEoNxe_b0c/s72-c/139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-3615053245689558747</id><published>2008-12-02T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:20:35.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We broke free, from our kids!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two weeks ago we went on a vacation with out the kids, that is right we were able to brake free and enjoy some time away from our adorable and sweet but exhausting children!! The reason for this vacation was because my bro. came home from his mission!! Yeah. In light of the saddness he was coming home to, with our sweet mom having passed away while he was on his mission. So we all packed our bags and flew to the happiest place on earth Disneyland!! We had a great time and tryed to celebrate the return of Casey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STV7jnsfvPI/AAAAAAAAArs/Z8FVq2ix1P8/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STV7jnsfvPI/AAAAAAAAArs/Z8FVq2ix1P8/s320/090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275258390415654130" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;It was fun because we where there while all the christmas stuff was out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STV7igeYbmI/AAAAAAAAArk/ZLeUKfpdnqo/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STV7igeYbmI/AAAAAAAAArk/ZLeUKfpdnqo/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275258371297537634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sisters I love them so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STV6Sc-qqPI/AAAAAAAAArE/w5N9ieUSnzU/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STV6Sc-qqPI/AAAAAAAAArE/w5N9ieUSnzU/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275256995969673458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STV6TSNfpkI/AAAAAAAAArc/-h8u6yWfBSs/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STV6TSNfpkI/AAAAAAAAArc/-h8u6yWfBSs/s320/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275257010258945602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siblings reunited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STV6Sp-wRxI/AAAAAAAAArM/438qMutR5ZA/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STV6Sp-wRxI/AAAAAAAAArM/438qMutR5ZA/s320/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275256999459702546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So glad you are home Cas, love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="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/9160805483364729656-3615053245689558747?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3615053245689558747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=3615053245689558747&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3615053245689558747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3615053245689558747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-broke-free-from-our-kids.html' title='We broke free, from our kids!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/STV7jnsfvPI/AAAAAAAAArs/Z8FVq2ix1P8/s72-c/090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-185001513621417382</id><published>2008-11-10T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:52:45.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casey is finally home!!</title><content type='html'>Casey is home I'm so excited, its the best. We got him from the airport on tuesday then went to our Grandmas house for the rest of the day. Missionaries come home and they act so strange for a while. Casey has been pretty normal but he not only has to come home from a mission and adjust to real life he also has to adjust to our mom not being around. He is doing amazing though, his report he gave on sunday was really uplifting to all of us. You know I search and search for something to make me feel better about my mom and I worry and worry how Casey will deal with all of this when he gets home. Its amazing because it is so simple, the only way is through Jesus Christ and his atonement, and when I think of that everything slows down I don't worry and it all seems piecefull. Only then ( when I finally realize this which usually takes me a very long time of suffering) Do I know everything will work out. Its all wonderful!!! (I'm a ding ding and forgot my camera so i'll put pictures up later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-185001513621417382?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/185001513621417382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=185001513621417382&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/185001513621417382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/185001513621417382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/casey-is-finally-home.html' title='Casey is finally home!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-16635294040996931</id><published>2008-11-03T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:44:20.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8pC9lT6pI/AAAAAAAAAq0/SpKW1j-IgxI/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8pC9lT6pI/AAAAAAAAAq0/SpKW1j-IgxI/s320/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264471620286933650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't upset Wolverine he will run you through!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8onXLvxnI/AAAAAAAAAqs/X2W-drv9OOI/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8onXLvxnI/AAAAAAAAAqs/X2W-drv9OOI/s320/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264471146122692210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool biker dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8nfZQ2owI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ItPl_iU22EA/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8nfZQ2owI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ItPl_iU22EA/s320/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264469909730403074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a cute Mummy, 8 months prego. So cute shan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8ne0D7dDI/AAAAAAAAAqM/x6YjzXdNhhY/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8ne0D7dDI/AAAAAAAAAqM/x6YjzXdNhhY/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264469899744080946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the cousins together Emma, Caden, Nick, Blake, Jay, Carter and Brynlee. Wow cute stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8nedb5AUI/AAAAAAAAAqE/8tHLUFqEhr0/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8nedb5AUI/AAAAAAAAAqE/8tHLUFqEhr0/s320/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264469893670568258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tara and Brynlee love eachother very much, its so cute, Tara want Brynlee to be her baby, sorry she is my baby. ha ha&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/9160805483364729656-16635294040996931?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/16635294040996931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=16635294040996931&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/16635294040996931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/16635294040996931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/spooky_03.html' title='Spooky'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8pC9lT6pI/AAAAAAAAAq0/SpKW1j-IgxI/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-5514092004508965737</id><published>2008-11-03T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:27:41.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8mLgS9aaI/AAAAAAAAAp8/x9kzDNUo2XI/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8mLgS9aaI/AAAAAAAAAp8/x9kzDNUo2XI/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264468468509272482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms. Red Ridding Hood, Sooo cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8liMEb8-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/H8VXJESIzE8/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8liMEb8-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/H8VXJESIzE8/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264467758705013730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Halloween this year!! We all dressed up and looked Fabulous. Brynlee was Red Ridding Hood, Blake was the white power ranger and Caden was a Recon commando. I was an Indian girl and Ben was ..... can you guess who he is????&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8krYinxsI/AAAAAAAAApk/fLTGiSEjmJc/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8kFE3LH8I/AAAAAAAAApU/t2FjCF6ONmA/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8kFE3LH8I/AAAAAAAAApU/t2FjCF6ONmA/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264466159042502594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8kCJdHZlI/AAAAAAAAApM/PuQ9keHxdTI/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8kCJdHZlI/AAAAAAAAApM/PuQ9keHxdTI/s320/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264466108735776338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8kBiO1EbI/AAAAAAAAApE/OXt7Lr7B-30/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8kBiO1EbI/AAAAAAAAApE/OXt7Lr7B-30/s320/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264466098206871986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/9160805483364729656-5514092004508965737?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5514092004508965737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=5514092004508965737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5514092004508965737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5514092004508965737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/spooky.html' title='Spooky!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SQ8mLgS9aaI/AAAAAAAAAp8/x9kzDNUo2XI/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-6658768506103343894</id><published>2008-10-27T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:58:13.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>I have been doing a bit of running lately, I'm trying to get in shape for a Tennis Tournament i'm going to be in, in St. George. I'm so excited, when I play tennis I feel alive. There is something so great about hitting a ball as hard as you can at your opponent that feels so good. Whoow!! So I need to stay motivated to continue to work out and run and find time with my sweet children to play tennis. So if I tell all of you I hopefully will keep it up and be ready for my tournament to kick butt!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-6658768506103343894?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6658768506103343894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=6658768506103343894&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6658768506103343894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6658768506103343894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-9023192527698700606</id><published>2008-10-19T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:25:33.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SPtRKBRNsOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/0I6FTEjYsGc/s1600-h/Best+Pics+4227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SPtRKBRNsOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/0I6FTEjYsGc/s320/Best+Pics+4227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258886222466363618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little bro. is coming home from his mission, in 2 1/2 weeks. I'm so excited it will be so fun. I'm right out gitty about it. I can't wait for Nov. 4th to come. He is such a huge part of our family, for 2 years, 2 of our family members have been gone fulfilling there missions, when my mom left it felt extra empty cause Casey was still on his mission. My two sisters are great but not enough (sorry girls I know you feel the same way, love you) So to have Casey come home will be so nice it will be one more person to lean on when times are hard and he can lean on all of us. Siblings are so great. If you think about it we are with Siblings the longest, our parents die before us, we die before our children, we don't meet our husbands untill we are older. Our siblings are born around the same time we are and they hopefully grow old with us. I love all my Siblings. So I thought I would list some of the reasons I love Casey so much and what makes him so great.&lt;br /&gt;1. His laugh is infectious&lt;br /&gt;2. He is so funny, and has the greatest since of humor.&lt;br /&gt;3. He loves the simpsons, I miss hearing him laugh at the T.V. in the other room. ha&lt;br /&gt;4.He plays the piano beatifully&lt;br /&gt;5. He is so responsible&lt;br /&gt;6. He is so mature and always has been, he is a very old spirit&lt;br /&gt;7, Casey always knows what to say when I'm upset, to help me with a problem.&lt;br /&gt;8. He is very sensitive, he loved and loves my mom and was and is the perfect son in every way.&lt;br /&gt;9. All of his nieces and nephews love him to death, because they know he loves them.&lt;br /&gt;10. Casey is a wonderful missionary, he has done so many wonderful things on his mission. He has worked hard the served the Lord well. And he kept serving his mission even when he new his mom was going to pass away. He is the strongest person I know. I love him!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SPtPd7o7KwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/y1ruErQe5jA/s1600-h/Best+Pics+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SPtPd7o7KwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/y1ruErQe5jA/s320/Best+Pics+101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258884365529328386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SPtPeKWTrkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KcB-zfSZfGE/s1600-h/Best+Pics+4183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SPtPeKWTrkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KcB-zfSZfGE/s320/Best+Pics+4183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258884369477774914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(These are very old pictures, he was only 18 her and he is 21 now)&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/9160805483364729656-9023192527698700606?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9023192527698700606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=9023192527698700606&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/9023192527698700606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/9023192527698700606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-little-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SPtRKBRNsOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/0I6FTEjYsGc/s72-c/Best+Pics+4227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-5054074793929808292</id><published>2008-10-07T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:37:36.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night movie</title><content type='html'>I watched a movie tonight in the dark by myself. It was called P.S I love you. It was a good movie for those of us who don't know about the horribleness of losing a dear dear loved one.  The movie is about a women who looses her husband to cancer, while he is dying and knows he won't be there any more he wrights letters and does things  so that his absence won't be so unbearable.  Even though this movie was about a married couple, I couldn't help but relate it to my own life and my own personal loss.  My mom didn't leave any of us kids letters or anything. It makes me sad, really sad almost mad!! I think about what that would have meant to me to have some words of wisdom from her to look back on and remember how much she loves me. Part of this is easy to understand, while my mom was sick and we were worried it might take her life, our families couping mechanism was to keep pushing, looking for the miracle that would save her. We never let her give up and we never lost our faith untill the bitter end.  So really we didn't have time, she didn't have time she was trying to stay alive for all of us, I think she knew she was maybe going to pass on to the next life, but she never wanted to let us see she had given up. So thanks for listening, I think I know now why she didn't write us letters. She was to busy fighting for all of us kids and our dad and her family to stay alive. I know she loves me so much, she loved me so much that she was fighting to stay in this life even though she wanted to give up I know many times. So thanks mom for wanting to stay with me and live. I know that Heavenly Father had different plans for you and our family. (This is one of my Blog therapy sessions, I don't mean to be all sad and depressing, it helps to write all this down!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-5054074793929808292?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5054074793929808292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=5054074793929808292&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5054074793929808292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5054074793929808292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/late-night-movie.html' title='Late night movie'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-7666716687718160791</id><published>2008-10-01T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:38:17.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPfdkVvKvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/YuhRuNFal7Q/s1600-h/IMG_4346+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPfdkVvKvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/YuhRuNFal7Q/s320/IMG_4346+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252287289508178674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPfd5ymaCI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FtQLMTSP9fE/s1600-h/IMG_4505+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPfd5ymaCI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FtQLMTSP9fE/s320/IMG_4505+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252287295266383906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPfeTbjhgI/AAAAAAAAAco/pWCirFdya0A/s1600-h/IMG_4479mocha+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPfeTbjhgI/AAAAAAAAAco/pWCirFdya0A/s320/IMG_4479mocha+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252287302149047810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPfeh0DasI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Ome76b9kOh8/s1600-h/IMG_4499+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPfeh0DasI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Ome76b9kOh8/s320/IMG_4499+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252287306009897666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPfe5Si3XI/AAAAAAAAAc4/MCmBnBuXga4/s1600-h/IMG_4508+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPfe5Si3XI/AAAAAAAAAc4/MCmBnBuXga4/s320/IMG_4508+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252287312311803250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we got our family pictures done, Ben and I went off with the Photographer and took some sappy pictures. I love seeing us together, loving one another. You tend to forget with all the craziness how much each of you mean to one another. I love Ben and he is a wonderful husband and a great father!!&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/9160805483364729656-7666716687718160791?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7666716687718160791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=7666716687718160791&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/7666716687718160791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/7666716687718160791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-we-got-our-family-pictures-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPfdkVvKvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/YuhRuNFal7Q/s72-c/IMG_4346+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-6268165753770703619</id><published>2008-10-01T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:07:03.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new family pictues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPWREUsbzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/3I1MgETqHBo/s1600-h/IMG_4360+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPWREUsbzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/3I1MgETqHBo/s320/IMG_4360+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252277179150790450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPWRkmUK8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9XIXeE2KcrU/s1600-h/IMG_4375+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPWRkmUK8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9XIXeE2KcrU/s320/IMG_4375+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252277187814632386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPWSKx7QAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lbYtaHNoOZA/s1600-h/IMG_4392+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPWSKx7QAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lbYtaHNoOZA/s320/IMG_4392+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252277198063878146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPWS8wf2aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Zi7gQYXxBNQ/s1600-h/IMG_4407+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPWS8wf2aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Zi7gQYXxBNQ/s320/IMG_4407+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252277211479660962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some professional pictures done a couple of weeks ago.  I love my kids so much, they are so adorable. My Caden is getting so big and Blake has lost that all his baby fat in his face.  My Brynlee has the most beautiful eyes, wow, what a cutie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPWTZwTacI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Cm1p4dcZGSU/s1600-h/IMG_4469+vinBWcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-6268165753770703619?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6268165753770703619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=6268165753770703619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6268165753770703619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6268165753770703619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-new-family-pictues.html' title='Our new family pictues'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SOPWREUsbzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/3I1MgETqHBo/s72-c/IMG_4360+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-2603187937070377598</id><published>2008-09-19T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:46:35.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nemasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SNO6OV0VSxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/N0sfbyvtLRo/s1600-h/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SNO6OV0VSxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/N0sfbyvtLRo/s320/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247742746354338578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SNO6OlGDSjI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cIiz7Wd6Jxg/s1600-h/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SNO6OlGDSjI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cIiz7Wd6Jxg/s320/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247742750455188018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the thorn in my side. Laundry is one of those jobs I never seem to be able to keep on top of. These pictures don't even show how bad it usually is.  i struggle with keeping it all done. I just got my laundry room finished like a week ago. Before then it was literally a whole in the ground!! Now it is bright and beautiful and I want to keep it looking nice and clean, and free of clothes all over the floor.  I try to put laundry in daily, but then I forget that it is in the washer, then I forget its in the dryer, then I forget I need to fold them, then I never put them away.   I would love any advice from anyone who has the whole laundry thing figured out better than me. Or those who just want to empathize with me. I need a system!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-2603187937070377598?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2603187937070377598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=2603187937070377598&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2603187937070377598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2603187937070377598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-nemasis.html' title='My Nemasis'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SNO6OV0VSxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/N0sfbyvtLRo/s72-c/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-6170190343952637931</id><published>2008-09-08T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:58:39.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SMU8gRROumI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/rbNqIqxQcag/s1600-h/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SMU8gRROumI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/rbNqIqxQcag/s320/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243663866231962210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went up to  the Uinta's and went camping with some friends, we had so much fun. They got so dirty, I hate camping because of this, good thing we have wet wipes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SMU8hDWlZYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/KJ4feMv4KIo/s1600-h/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SMU8hDWlZYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/KJ4feMv4KIo/s320/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243663879676192130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys have really become good friends, It makes me so happy, they used to hate each other. Ahhh brotherly love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SMU8heirM9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/jWfJigtAQ7Y/s1600-h/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SMU8heirM9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/jWfJigtAQ7Y/s320/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243663886974661586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy loves his little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SMU8hjtj1wI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UoTb6cqSrSE/s1600-h/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SMU8hjtj1wI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UoTb6cqSrSE/s320/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243663888362493698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the whole gang, dog and all.&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/9160805483364729656-6170190343952637931?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6170190343952637931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=6170190343952637931&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6170190343952637931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6170190343952637931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SMU8gRROumI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/rbNqIqxQcag/s72-c/misc+photos+to+be+sorted+092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-5624816412823382259</id><published>2008-08-20T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:43:52.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brynlee is a big girl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SKxJYPGxVJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/hGIslapCV6Q/s1600-h/Best+Pics+1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SKxJYPGxVJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/hGIslapCV6Q/s320/Best+Pics+1996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236641147445662866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brynlee has grown so much, I can't even believe how they change in one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SKxHUwmklvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/fptbXjE6FLY/s1600-h/Metal.InProcess.061608+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SKxHUwmklvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/fptbXjE6FLY/s320/Metal.InProcess.061608+095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236638888694683378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brynlee is One now I haven't found her birthday pictures yet so these will have to do!! She is such a good baby, we all love her so much. Ben is in total love with her. I love it, she can make him do anything she wants. She definately has daddy wrapped around her little finger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SKxHVAkNnQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GY8ZKhsgiTs/s1600-h/Metal.InProcess.061608+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SKxHVAkNnQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GY8ZKhsgiTs/s320/Metal.InProcess.061608+097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236638892979756290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden and Brynlee have a very special relationship, they love each other. Caden is so good with her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SKxHVkVl8PI/AAAAAAAAAZg/W5dIEXknQOM/s1600-h/Metal.InProcess.061608+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SKxHVkVl8PI/AAAAAAAAAZg/W5dIEXknQOM/s320/Metal.InProcess.061608+081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236638902582112498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brynlee is a pro-walker now she is practically running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SKxHV5vNGSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BTi--FmOk8k/s1600-h/Metal.InProcess.061608+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SKxHV5vNGSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BTi--FmOk8k/s320/Metal.InProcess.061608+083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236638908326680866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love when baby's squat down like this it is so adorable!!&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/9160805483364729656-5624816412823382259?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5624816412823382259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=5624816412823382259&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5624816412823382259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5624816412823382259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/brynlee-is-big-girl.html' title='Brynlee is a big girl!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SKxJYPGxVJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/hGIslapCV6Q/s72-c/Best+Pics+1996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-7373728902305238852</id><published>2008-08-17T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:41:40.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It just keeps on coming!!</title><content type='html'>I really hate to be sad, I avoid it at all costs!! I pretend I'm fine, I concentrate on projects, I play way to much. Then it comes I can't stop it, I can't run from it anymore, its there in my stomach bubbling up inside me. So I finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surrender&lt;/span&gt; to the pain that I feel. I cry and then I cry some more. It helps to finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acknowledge&lt;/span&gt; the emotions that come from loosing a mother at a early age in life, when I still have young children. I think the hardest thing about loosing my mom is not having her love and support with my kids. My mom would have loved my daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brynlee&lt;/span&gt;. She would have just kissed her,, loved her and not been able to keep her hands off of her . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brynlee&lt;/span&gt; is one of those kids that everyone loves and it makes it that much harder to think of my mom with her, cause I know that they would have been very close. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; is going into 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade tomorrow I think my mom would have called tonight to wish him luck. My son Blake tonight told me he missed my mom and said " Is Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt; going to die too." I told him no not to worry grandpa is going to be around for a very long time. It always helps to write my feelings down and send it out there. Mom I love you!! I miss you, I will continue to be strong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I see you again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-7373728902305238852?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7373728902305238852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=7373728902305238852&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/7373728902305238852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/7373728902305238852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-just-keeps-on-coming.html' title='It just keeps on coming!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-4610301782281090560</id><published>2008-08-04T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:04:28.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More fun to have!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJc1xmbotfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/HFrbK7QVtAM/s1600-h/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJc1xmbotfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/HFrbK7QVtAM/s320/125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230708618460444146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the Lake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJc1x5oBFQI/AAAAAAAAAYs/8FqkHS5XYrY/s1600-h/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJc1x5oBFQI/AAAAAAAAAYs/8FqkHS5XYrY/s320/124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230708623612646658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet little Blake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJc1yf0epJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ReyRMVKn1kU/s1600-h/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJc1yf0epJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ReyRMVKn1kU/s320/126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230708633865462930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Caden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJc1yvJd0zI/AAAAAAAAAY8/NT4sbSGy7BM/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJc1yvJd0zI/AAAAAAAAAY8/NT4sbSGy7BM/s320/098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230708637980021554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stud man Blakey! So strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJc1zFvfI5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/HEJiY5wF4mQ/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJc1zFvfI5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/HEJiY5wF4mQ/s320/083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230708644045071250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brynlee is hide and seek. Peekaboo!&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/9160805483364729656-4610301782281090560?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4610301782281090560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=4610301782281090560&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/4610301782281090560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/4610301782281090560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-fun-to-have.html' title='More fun to have!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJc1xmbotfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/HFrbK7QVtAM/s72-c/125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-2437380851573191963</id><published>2008-08-04T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:50:34.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaming Gorge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJcyRY9TyII/AAAAAAAAAYc/_Tp9orS4IE4/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJcyRY9TyII/AAAAAAAAAYc/_Tp9orS4IE4/s320/105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230704766552885378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun going down the Green River!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJcxxbR52KI/AAAAAAAAAX8/IZs9AdOtV0U/s1600-h/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJcxxbR52KI/AAAAAAAAAX8/IZs9AdOtV0U/s320/111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230704217420322978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brynlee is all safe in a life jacket. So cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJcxx56wDDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gSMjA_1_eso/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJcxx56wDDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gSMjA_1_eso/s320/113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230704225644710962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake was so scared the whole time, he did not let go of the rope the whole time. He felt that if he let go of the rope the boat would go under!! Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJcxySV_qsI/AAAAAAAAAYM/k9YkuE8864M/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJcxySV_qsI/AAAAAAAAAYM/k9YkuE8864M/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230704232201431746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brynlee isn't afraid of anything. This water is freezing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJcxyg0ptlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/JcvoU9xCAuc/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJcxyg0ptlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/JcvoU9xCAuc/s320/117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230704236088112722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet baby!!&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/9160805483364729656-2437380851573191963?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2437380851573191963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=2437380851573191963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2437380851573191963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2437380851573191963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/flaming-gorge.html' title='Flaming Gorge'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SJcyRY9TyII/AAAAAAAAAYc/_Tp9orS4IE4/s72-c/105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-5117075336581711394</id><published>2008-08-03T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:56:24.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo Sad.......Or is it?</title><content type='html'>I have a very sad story to tell!! It all begins with my sweet husband buying a Nissan Titan Truck, bright shiny red, fun to drive, and I look hot in it!! Oh sorry I'm getting carried away. Your probably thinking (isn't this a sad story.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so in getting this truck my husband has always had dreams about what he wanted to do when he got his cool new truck. One of these things included putting his two dogs in the back of his truck.  the whole family loads up and we get our Mastiff and our German wired haired pointer named Hazy in the back of the truck. Off we go and we are heading down the street going 30 mph, I look back at both dogs, they seem happy, tongues flapping in the wind, then I look back again and O-oh where is Hazy? No Hazy she is gone, so we turn around speedy quick and there she is on the side of the road. Stupid dog jumped out!! What kind of a dog jumps out of a moving vehicle. So her leg was hanging there in a very not good way, and we took her to the vet she had broke the crap out of her leg!! It is going to cost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of money to fix. Well people let me tell you something right now my dogs are my pets not my children I love them from a distance. I pat them on the head and tell them to go away. Three thousand dollars is not something I'm willing to spend on a dog. So me and my husband decided to put her down. (In asking people what they think about this people are all over the board on this one, some people can't believe we would even think of such a horrible thing, others say yeah I would never spend that kind of money on a dog.) This was a huge moral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; for me personally I felt terrible. I would look at her and I just saw her asking me to let her live. I brushed her hair, petted her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and gave her little treats, I felt like I was getting her ready to go to heaven. So the day came me and my husband were crying, Hazy kept looking up at Ben and licking his face. It was brutal, so we left in tears paid our money to have it done. Well then on the way home (still in tears) The Vet doctor calls us and says that another pet doctor wants to save Hazy and do the operation on her leg. Keep her with him tell she can walk again and find her a good home!! Can you believe that, it was awesome, so great to know she was not going to die. Her life will go on. So Hazy good luck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doggie!&lt;/span&gt; I hope you have a happy life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-5117075336581711394?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5117075336581711394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=5117075336581711394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5117075336581711394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5117075336581711394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/sooo-sador-is-it.html' title='Sooo Sad.......Or is it?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-7667022866761075575</id><published>2008-07-01T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:10:22.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good friends return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SGpzCRr-GWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4ChaY8-jaX4/s1600-h/Metal.InProcess.061608+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SGpzCRr-GWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4ChaY8-jaX4/s320/Metal.InProcess.061608+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218109601206901090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited my long lost buddies are home to stay. Nate and Ginnie have been MIA for a very long time!! They are home from there hiatus of schooling and partying. Now Nathan Johnson is a doctor, I mean a doctor can you believe it. Ben and I are, (well I'll just say it, In love with both of these people.) They are are really good friends and now they are our doctor friends.  Glad we hung on to these friends, it always pays to know a doctor but better yet be best friends with one!!! Score!&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/9160805483364729656-7667022866761075575?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7667022866761075575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=7667022866761075575&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/7667022866761075575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/7667022866761075575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-friends-return.html' title='Good friends return'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SGpzCRr-GWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4ChaY8-jaX4/s72-c/Metal.InProcess.061608+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-522082403852817842</id><published>2008-06-12T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:45:05.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are up and walking!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SFE1NBQ4CUI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qbkTMUPdy34/s1600-h/walking+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brynlee is walking , not exactly like a pro yet. But she is really coming along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SFE1NBQ4CUI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qbkTMUPdy34/s320/walking+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211004741638162754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SFE1OCLVtkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/5XSAZpze0rc/s1600-h/walking+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SFE1OCLVtkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/5XSAZpze0rc/s320/walking+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211004759063246402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So proud of her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SFE1PPGjJaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/k1Lnal_MmcM/s1600-h/walking+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SFE1PPGjJaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/k1Lnal_MmcM/s320/walking+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211004779712685474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's unsteady now, steady steady, you can do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SFE1P8aFTaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FAkWxzWl5Ko/s1600-h/walking+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SFE1P8aFTaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FAkWxzWl5Ko/s320/walking+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211004791874211234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoops, O no, and now she is down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SFE1Qyo_sXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/pgQ447Oj-WQ/s1600-h/walking+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SFE1Qyo_sXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/pgQ447Oj-WQ/s320/walking+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211004806432272754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-522082403852817842?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/522082403852817842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=522082403852817842&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/522082403852817842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/522082403852817842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-are-up-and-walking.html' title='We are up and walking!!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SFE1NBQ4CUI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qbkTMUPdy34/s72-c/walking+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-577265130739383608</id><published>2008-06-07T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:29:43.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy vs. Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SEtRghWGPAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/sDSJD_RbjbY/s1600-h/sea+world+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209347013132827650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SEtRghWGPAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/sDSJD_RbjbY/s320/sea+world+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The saddest thing happened in my life a couple of days ago...... You all know my oldest son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt;, he just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; graduated from 1st grade. He still gives me a kiss when he gets out of the car in the mornings, he loves to snuggle me and love me. I still call him baby from time to time. Cause he is my baby my first baby!! Well the other day he started calling me Mom. I noticed it right away cause he has always called me Mommy. I asked him "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; why are you calling me Mom?" He said, " I've decided &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to call you Mom now." I said "Why, I like when you call me Mommy." He said "I'm to old Mom. I've grown out of that. Everyone has to do it." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt; Well this was a sad realization for me personally, It just made me feel that we are out of that little sweet kid stage where they are innocent of the world and growing up. Oh it just breaks my heart. So to all you moms out there cherish your sweet babies calling you mommy cause one day they up and decide to call you just mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-577265130739383608?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/577265130739383608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=577265130739383608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/577265130739383608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/577265130739383608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/mommy-vs-mom.html' title='Mommy vs. Mom'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SEtRghWGPAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/sDSJD_RbjbY/s72-c/sea+world+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-3354196984186575968</id><published>2008-06-04T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:35:58.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SEa3brV4-fI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gU_wQhBFOvU/s1600-h/hiking+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SEa3brV4-fI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gU_wQhBFOvU/s320/hiking+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208051705219447282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the fam went  up to Little  Cottonwood  Canyon on  Sunday  afternoon.  It was  one of  those  days  when  I  felt  like ,  all  this  work  that  it  takes  to  raise  this family is worth it.  I watched as my oldest son Caden, hiked all around the rocks by himself not wanting any of my help. Blake wanted me to hold his had the whole time we where hiking, I love that at least he still wants my help. It seems like only yesterday when we had Caden in this same backpack hiking around with only one baby.    Now look at us we have three kids  together and we are going strong. What a cute family huh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SEazJTZFOtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/HHUFK0JUiN0/s1600-h/hiking+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SEazJTZFOtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/HHUFK0JUiN0/s320/hiking+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208046991506225874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my funny Caden meditating on the rock. His becoming one with the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SEazJ4jxiQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/H3ljhetwitc/s1600-h/hiking+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SEazJ4jxiQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/H3ljhetwitc/s320/hiking+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208047001483184386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely love the outdoors, It makes me feel alive!! I love the smells of flowers and fresh air. I love the sound of the running river.  It is just the best place ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SEazKncJAnI/AAAAAAAAAWk/njoK8GIvFkM/s1600-h/hiking+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SEazKncJAnI/AAAAAAAAAWk/njoK8GIvFkM/s320/hiking+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208047014067634802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet Ben and Baby Brynlee!&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/9160805483364729656-3354196984186575968?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3354196984186575968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=3354196984186575968&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3354196984186575968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3354196984186575968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/hiking.html' title='Hiking'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SEa3brV4-fI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gU_wQhBFOvU/s72-c/hiking+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-2251242470004693984</id><published>2008-05-27T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:21:19.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDx6XbJIK4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/qAVOZA-qjUo/s1600-h/2430895169_0d0932ea42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205169812175072130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDx6XbJIK4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/qAVOZA-qjUo/s320/2430895169_0d0932ea42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDx4wLJIK1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ju9EGQqY2Gk/s1600-h/147413696_f505712dfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205168038353578834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDx4wLJIK1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ju9EGQqY2Gk/s320/147413696_f505712dfa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so me and Ben want a new car. Yes I said want. Our old 1996 Nissan Altima is on its last leg. We keep on neglecting it hoping it will kill over, so we have a good reason to buy a new car! I don't think there is anything wrong with wanting a little something materialistic to make me happy. I know, I know it doesn't really work, but I'd sure like to give it a try, I think it might work, if only for a little while.... Anyway enough about my inner struggles. I want to know everyones opinion. We or shall I say Ben wants a Nissan Titan truck to feel like a big strong man. I kinda want a Nissan Pathfinder.... What do you think, which one would I look hotter in? wink wink, I think it would be cool to have a Truck, just imagine (this is for all my good buddies out there) Its a girls night out, we all load into my souped up Nissan Titan truck and go party, girls night out. But then the Pathfinder is nice and comfortable and seats alot more people. This is really just a second car for us.... (FYI, I know it sounds like I'm a materialistic person, I swear I'm not, just fun to get new stuff from time to time, do you feel me?)Oh goodness what a hard decision poor me huh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-2251242470004693984?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2251242470004693984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=2251242470004693984&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2251242470004693984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2251242470004693984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/help-me.html' title='Help me!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDx6XbJIK4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/qAVOZA-qjUo/s72-c/2430895169_0d0932ea42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-8404466954896092858</id><published>2008-05-18T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:21:19.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolverine, visited my house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDBHEs9V0dI/AAAAAAAAAU8/67OiQ_B6OMA/s1600-h/sea+world+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201735715726414290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDBHEs9V0dI/AAAAAAAAAU8/67OiQ_B6OMA/s320/sea+world+234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know what you are thinking, how did I get wolverine to come over for a visit.  Its amazing what men will do for a beautiful women. I told him I would give him special favors......... ( A great dinner and a foot massage, get your mind out of the gutter girls.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDBHF89V0eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bafyqJAfGRA/s1600-h/sea+world+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201735737201250786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDBHF89V0eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bafyqJAfGRA/s320/sea+world+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bens hair was so long I decided to play with it and turn him into wolverine. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDBHGc9V0fI/AAAAAAAAAVM/b0FviRqjcqg/s1600-h/sea+world+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201735745791185394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDBHGc9V0fI/AAAAAAAAAVM/b0FviRqjcqg/s320/sea+world+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hands off ladies he's all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDBHG89V0gI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JGIFzcW1g6w/s1600-h/sea+world+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201735754381120002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDBHG89V0gI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JGIFzcW1g6w/s320/sea+world+236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's alot of man to handle. Good thing I'm women enough to handle him. Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;.....Good Times....&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/9160805483364729656-8404466954896092858?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8404466954896092858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=8404466954896092858&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8404466954896092858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8404466954896092858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/wolverine-visited-my-house.html' title='Wolverine, visited my house!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SDBHEs9V0dI/AAAAAAAAAU8/67OiQ_B6OMA/s72-c/sea+world+234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-1182164553084273471</id><published>2008-04-30T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:27:06.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBjGTALQP-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/TXeJ97yWiQg/s1600-h/sea+world+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195120199938883554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBjGTALQP-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/TXeJ97yWiQg/s320/sea+world+223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; da da da da..... My daughter in pig tails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBjGTwLQP_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/6Lm0X0MxdNw/s1600-h/sea+world+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195120212823785458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBjGTwLQP_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/6Lm0X0MxdNw/s320/sea+world+224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hooray the day has finally come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBjGUALQQAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OuENTJaKaJc/s1600-h/sea+world+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195120217118752770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBjGUALQQAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OuENTJaKaJc/s320/sea+world+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that, two definate pony tails!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-1182164553084273471?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1182164553084273471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=1182164553084273471&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1182164553084273471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1182164553084273471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/major-milestone.html' title='Major Milestone'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBjGTALQP-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/TXeJ97yWiQg/s72-c/sea+world+223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-1285202729828286317</id><published>2008-04-29T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:28:32.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always running behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBfxigLQP7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/G2bQC3LlKKA/s1600-h/sea+world+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBfxigLQP7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/G2bQC3LlKKA/s320/sea+world+173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194886270250139570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBfxjQLQP8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/k5gwgwuRx68/s1600-h/sea+world+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBfxjQLQP8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/k5gwgwuRx68/s320/sea+world+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194886283135041474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBfxjgLQP9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/0lRkjwGGk6s/s1600-h/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBfxjgLQP9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/0lRkjwGGk6s/s320/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194886287430008786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every day to the exact same thing-My middle son Blake always wakes up at 7 every morning. In my opinion way to early. I feel anything before 8 is an abomination in my sight. He comes in and the first thing that he says is "mom I'm hungry." Then I say "Blake you are always hungry." So I put him off as long as I can, until he gets the clever idea that a sure fire way that I will get out of bed is if Brynlee is awake. So I hear Brynlee cry and hear the scurrying little feet run away. I say " Blake did you wake Brynlee up?" He giggles and says "Mom she was already awake." I finally get out of bed..... My oldest son Caden has school at 8:25, he and I have a hard time waking up so we get going at oh 8:07. I never have him do his reading the night before because I'm the hugest procrastinator on the planet. So while I'm dressing him I'm asking him "where is your book Caden, why haven't you read it yet." ( this is to divert the blame from me so I don't feel like such a crappy mom) So while he is asking me if he can have some great breakfast like eggs or french toast, I'm saying " Caden we don't have time, your late, you slept in, you need to read and brush your teeth." Then he says "mom, I'm hungry." So I say fine" (like it is such an inconvenience for him to eat) I grab the fastest thing that he can eat in the car. ( usually a granola bar or yogurt) Then I continue to say things like "Caden you move like a turtle" and "my grandma moves faster than you." Well then we finally get into the car, sometimes I have him read his book on the way to school if we are really late. We pull up with a screech then I tell him to give me a quick kiss, I tell him to run, maybe you can beat your teacher into your classroom and not get another tardy. ( they are sending me home notes now telling me my child is always late) Well that about sums up my crazy mornings of making my sweet children feel loved and cherished like there the most important thing to me. You know I just like to send them off to school with a little extra boost at the beginning of the day to really set there day off right! I know, I know, you want to nominate me for mother of the year.  Well just wait cause this is just the first installment to my 3 part series of the wonderful mom that I am......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-1285202729828286317?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1285202729828286317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=1285202729828286317&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1285202729828286317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1285202729828286317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/always-running-behind.html' title='Always running behind'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SBfxigLQP7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/G2bQC3LlKKA/s72-c/sea+world+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-334613302713694120</id><published>2008-04-13T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T10:11:48.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fun continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SAI9YyRi9II/AAAAAAAAATM/oZeMElYej6Q/s1600-h/sea+world+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SAI9YyRi9II/AAAAAAAAATM/oZeMElYej6Q/s320/sea+world+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188777216705754242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SAI9ZCRi9JI/AAAAAAAAATU/SFDjND0bHnw/s1600-h/sea+world+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SAI9ZCRi9JI/AAAAAAAAATU/SFDjND0bHnw/s320/sea+world+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188777221000721554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SAI9ZiRi9KI/AAAAAAAAATc/xQ0Fa8zRaaE/s1600-h/sea+world+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SAI9ZiRi9KI/AAAAAAAAATc/xQ0Fa8zRaaE/s320/sea+world+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188777229590656162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SAI9ZyRi9LI/AAAAAAAAATk/lwaSdT7MMKI/s1600-h/sea+world+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SAI9ZyRi9LI/AAAAAAAAATk/lwaSdT7MMKI/s320/sea+world+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188777233885623474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SAI9aSRi9MI/AAAAAAAAATs/fh7MNaBKRUo/s1600-h/sea+world+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SAI9aSRi9MI/AAAAAAAAATs/fh7MNaBKRUo/s320/sea+world+204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188777242475558082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some more pictures from our fabulous trip!!&lt;br /&gt;If your wondering....Yes that is a lego family we are standing by. Ha Ha  Caden is sitting on the lego dad's shoulders.&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/9160805483364729656-334613302713694120?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/334613302713694120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=334613302713694120&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/334613302713694120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/334613302713694120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-continues.html' title='The fun continues'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/SAI9YyRi9II/AAAAAAAAATM/oZeMElYej6Q/s72-c/sea+world+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-6193332067495767004</id><published>2008-04-09T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:54:39.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_z0mdFLLXI/AAAAAAAAATE/0HciD1k_iYo/s1600-h/sea+world+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_z0mdFLLXI/AAAAAAAAATE/0HciD1k_iYo/s320/sea+world+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187289812302507378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just fed some dolphins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zyNtFLLSI/AAAAAAAAASc/AvScSucvtmo/s1600-h/sea+world+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zyNtFLLSI/AAAAAAAAASc/AvScSucvtmo/s320/sea+world+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187287188077489442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute Little Bugs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zyOdFLLTI/AAAAAAAAASk/dgZ0dmLDL4Y/s1600-h/sea+world+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zyOdFLLTI/AAAAAAAAASk/dgZ0dmLDL4Y/s320/sea+world+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187287200962391346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's Shamu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zyOtFLLUI/AAAAAAAAASs/BEiu5kiDZcQ/s1600-h/sea+world+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zyOtFLLUI/AAAAAAAAASs/BEiu5kiDZcQ/s320/sea+world+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187287205257358658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zyPNFLLVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/h1Lh7m8PHAk/s1600-h/sea+world+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zyPNFLLVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/h1Lh7m8PHAk/s320/sea+world+182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187287213847293266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did it we went to San Diego with our three kids. Or shall I say I did it. I survived the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treacherous&lt;/span&gt; drive of 13 hrs. It is like the most horrible thing to be stuck in a car with your 7 then 4 then 8month old children. I thought I might die, but alas I didn't as you can see by the pictures we did make it some how in one piece.  It was worth the drive we had so much fun with our kids. It will go down as one of the greatest vacations we have ever had!!&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/9160805483364729656-6193332067495767004?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6193332067495767004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=6193332067495767004&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6193332067495767004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6193332067495767004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/san-diego.html' title='San Diego'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_z0mdFLLXI/AAAAAAAAATE/0HciD1k_iYo/s72-c/sea+world+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-6653529840171487936</id><published>2008-04-09T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:17:40.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zrcdFLLNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9a7nakU4MYU/s1600-h/sea+world+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zrcdFLLNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9a7nakU4MYU/s320/sea+world+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187279744899165394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zrctFLLOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bdZsaMjY1BM/s1600-h/sea+world+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zrctFLLOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bdZsaMjY1BM/s320/sea+world+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187279749194132706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zrdtFLLPI/AAAAAAAAASE/Oh5wfb0bMMQ/s1600-h/sea+world+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zrdtFLLPI/AAAAAAAAASE/Oh5wfb0bMMQ/s320/sea+world+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187279766374001906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zreNFLLQI/AAAAAAAAASM/AXSHJ5FuW_A/s1600-h/sea+world+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zreNFLLQI/AAAAAAAAASM/AXSHJ5FuW_A/s320/sea+world+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187279774963936514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh,Easter such a great day. We had a wonderful Easter this year, full of eggs, toys and new sunday outfits. We also sat down as a family and talked about our savior Jesus Christ. I love that my children are old enough now that they are eager to learn about the real meaning of Easter.&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/9160805483364729656-6653529840171487936?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6653529840171487936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=6653529840171487936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6653529840171487936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6653529840171487936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-fun.html' title='Easter Fun'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R_zrcdFLLNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9a7nakU4MYU/s72-c/sea+world+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-4706899416302763920</id><published>2008-04-09T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:31:43.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hhhhBrynlee has a cousin named Carter, they are so cute together!! They are 9 months apart, I'm so happy that they are such good friends. Carter is so cute cause he always acts like he is so much bigger than Brynlee.  Cousins are the greatest, there like siblings that you don't have to be around all the time.&lt;br /&gt;These are kinda long but I couldn't decide which one was cuter so I put them both on. No one was injured in the making of this video!! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1827639dab9f58a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fcf658afd3085f26&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4706899416302763920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=4706899416302763920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/4706899416302763920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/4706899416302763920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-6517226040079343412</id><published>2008-03-18T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:21:35.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R-CSU0GO8UI/AAAAAAAAARs/TMr7VAy_68E/s1600-h/scan001001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R-CSU0GO8UI/AAAAAAAAARs/TMr7VAy_68E/s320/scan001001.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179300457755898178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sweet mom and my little bro., Elder Humphreys, he is serving his mission in Memphis, Tennessee right now. He is really enjoying it, he is bringing lots of sheep to the fold. My mom is serving her mission in heaven for now. I know that she is being a great missionary and bringing forth a great work in heaven. I miss you mom!!! She has been gone from this earthly experience for a year now. It seems to long and yet like yesterday that I was holding her close to me. I don't understand how people can be gone from us, people we love and cherish. It brings tears to my eyes that I haven't seen or talked to her for a whole year. (I'll put more pictures up soon of me and my mom, just trying to figure it out. How do you get pictures from the scanner to the computer ahhhh!)&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/9160805483364729656-6517226040079343412?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6517226040079343412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=6517226040079343412&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6517226040079343412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6517226040079343412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/1-year-anniversary.html' title='1 year Anniversary'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R-CSU0GO8UI/AAAAAAAAARs/TMr7VAy_68E/s72-c/scan001001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-8771075573559832680</id><published>2008-03-07T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:14:33.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Blake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R9GRz0GO8HI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-U3AQ2a9Tqk/s1600-h/brynlee+crawling+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175077766169555058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R9GRz0GO8HI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-U3AQ2a9Tqk/s320/brynlee+crawling+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't done many posts on Blake. So I thought I needed to pay tribute to just him! He is a passionate little guy. When he loves me he really loves me. He squeezes me so hard when he hugs me, he abouts pops my head off. Then When he is mad at me he is passionately mad at me or Ben or Caden... depends on who his victim is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R9GR0kGO8II/AAAAAAAAAQM/Bpu-Ce_wuwI/s1600-h/brynlee+crawling+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175077779054456962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R9GR0kGO8II/AAAAAAAAAQM/Bpu-Ce_wuwI/s320/brynlee+crawling+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is so as cute as the day is long. Everywhere I go people tell me what a lady killer he is going to be when he grows up. I agree, I'm very afraid for those days to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R9GR1kGO8JI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ysImdniAv_M/s1600-h/brynlee+crawling+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175077796234326162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R9GR1kGO8JI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ysImdniAv_M/s320/brynlee+crawling+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's a daddies boy right now. He always wakes up early early just to spend time with Ben in the morning before he has to dash off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R9GR2UGO8KI/AAAAAAAAAQc/k9EtbPCZmc0/s1600-h/brynlee+crawling+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175077809119228066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R9GR2UGO8KI/AAAAAAAAAQc/k9EtbPCZmc0/s320/brynlee+crawling+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where would our family be with out our little spirited boy. He always brings lots of excitment into the Noble household that is for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-8771075573559832680?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8771075573559832680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=8771075573559832680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8771075573559832680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8771075573559832680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/crazy-blake.html' title='Crazy Blake'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R9GRz0GO8HI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-U3AQ2a9Tqk/s72-c/brynlee+crawling+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-474657862792234739</id><published>2008-02-25T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:27:54.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brynlee's Crawling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R8L4z-wKjkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rHwFQx5-Zzk/s1600-h/brynlee+crawling+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170968894076784194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R8L4z-wKjkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rHwFQx5-Zzk/s320/brynlee+crawling+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; on the move. She started to really start crawling a few days ago. Its very exciting. She is very proud of her self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R8L40ewKjlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_HiiLI8ZpTw/s1600-h/brynlee+crawling+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170968902666718802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R8L40ewKjlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_HiiLI8ZpTw/s320/brynlee+crawling+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blake can't believe his baby sister is moving around so much. He is trying to keep her out of trouble!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R8L40uwKjmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/k9vzK4RjmIs/s1600-h/brynlee+crawling+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170968906961686114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R8L40uwKjmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/k9vzK4RjmIs/s320/brynlee+crawling+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brynlee&lt;/span&gt; is a silly girl. She has the funniest faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R8L41OwKjnI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4ECG9InvL_A/s1600-h/brynlee+crawling+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170968915551620722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R8L41OwKjnI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4ECG9InvL_A/s320/brynlee+crawling+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh-oh  she is up to no good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R8L41uwKjoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/X98jAsKjtyE/s1600-h/brynlee+crawling+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170968924141555330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R8L41uwKjoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/X98jAsKjtyE/s320/brynlee+crawling+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;succeeded&lt;/span&gt;, snacking on a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;victoria&lt;/span&gt; secret bubble bath! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-474657862792234739?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/474657862792234739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=474657862792234739&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/474657862792234739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/474657862792234739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/brynlees-crawling.html' title='Brynlee&apos;s Crawling'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R8L4z-wKjkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rHwFQx5-Zzk/s72-c/brynlee+crawling+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-2620563077939967004</id><published>2008-01-31T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:37:30.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Want To Move On!!!</title><content type='html'>It has been very difficult since my mom passed away almost a year ago, come March 12. We are all having to go about our days. We try to make since of the fact that there is a person missing from our lives.  Every morning I wake up and I take a deep breath, I blow out all my air hoping that the pit in my stomach will go away, if I just breath deep enough maybe it will leave?..... it doesn't work.  Everyday for almost a year I have felt crazy, I am running around with no direction, I am searching, searching for someone, something a feeling a spiritual experience to make all of this feel better.... I am still looking, there really isn't much that makes it feel better.  People say that with time it will feel better, they say "I know you don't want to hear this but it really does get better with time."  My family is having to pull up our boot straps and try to move on past the things that are so vivid in our minds about our mom and wife. I keep taking care of my children and husband, doing laundry, changing diapers, doing dishes, fixing dinner. I want to throw everything down and run. It feels like this would help, to run away from my responsibilities, I have a brain though and know that this would only make things worse and I think that my children and Ben are the only reason I'm still sain really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the spirit of moving on my Dad is getting married in a week. This is so hard to think about, and know that my Dad unfortunately has to move on for his own well-being. Its one of those things that must be. I wish my mom hadn't passed away and that all these events had not been set into motion but she did. In trying to pick up the peices and "pull up our boot straps" My brave dad is moving on. What an amazing man, he has done so well in picking up the pieces of his devistated life. He is still very sad and cries often to me, of the pain he feels. He knows that getting married is the right thing to do. He has found a lady in st. george names Teressa, she is  nice and cares for people, it will take time but in time I hope we can be good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have to do things that are hard....... I pray daily, I'm trying to feel the peaceful feelings of the holy spirit. The Lord is on my side and I know that I don't have to pull up my boot straps alone he is there ever so quietly helping me and guiding me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-2620563077939967004?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2620563077939967004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=2620563077939967004&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2620563077939967004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2620563077939967004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-want-to-move-on.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want To Move On!!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-888236211662347315</id><published>2008-01-28T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:29:19.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up to fast!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R54rvT09nhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GGjAhhKWhdw/s1600-h/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160610314789428754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R54rvT09nhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GGjAhhKWhdw/s320/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is almost 7 months old!! I can't believe it, it makes me sad I wish I could keep her a little baby forever. She is sitting up perfectly, she is trying to crawl I think she will have it down in a few weeks. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R54rwT09niI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1zBDnO0Fgbk/s1600-h/snowmobile+trip+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160610331969297954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R54rwT09niI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1zBDnO0Fgbk/s320/snowmobile+trip+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Couldn't you just suck her face off, she is just too cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R54rxz09njI/AAAAAAAAAPM/fYjeyyT4LyI/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160610357739101746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R54rxz09njI/AAAAAAAAAPM/fYjeyyT4LyI/s320/Xmas+2007+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her new sunday dress, she is so excited, truely my little girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R54ryj09nkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RhwVwQyXQjU/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160610370624003650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R54ryj09nkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RhwVwQyXQjU/s320/Xmas+2007+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and she is so serious sometimes. She will stare at people, try to figure them out. She tries to figure out what everyone in doing.  She is just my little doll baby. I love you Brynlee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-888236211662347315?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/888236211662347315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=888236211662347315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/888236211662347315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/888236211662347315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/growing-up-to-fast.html' title='Growing up to fast!!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R54rvT09nhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GGjAhhKWhdw/s72-c/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-3717541006820472131</id><published>2008-01-08T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:42:54.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4OlPNo3GTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/CczCwULILAY/s1600-h/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153144079419644210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4OlPNo3GTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/CczCwULILAY/s320/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a wonderful New Years Eve party at Tara's house. We had good food and lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4OlPto3GUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ybl-0xqU3D0/s1600-h/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153144088009578818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4OlPto3GUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ybl-0xqU3D0/s320/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a ping pong tournament, Guess who won. Yes that is right the best of the best..... Me and Ben kicked everyone's trash! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4OlP9o3GVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ix5pqMkYSYY/s1600-h/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153144092304546130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4OlP9o3GVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ix5pqMkYSYY/s320/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was tons of laughter and fun we all played catch phrase and balderdash. I made up a good one about this man making the biggest ball of cheese! Ha fun fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4OlQdo3GWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Uh4ASUcvggk/s1600-h/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153144100894480738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4OlQdo3GWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Uh4ASUcvggk/s320/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was hard bringing in the new year, its saying goodbye to a year that my mom was here on the earth. Welcoming 2008 a year of moving on. I miss her she would have been in this picture with us. I don't want to move on but I need to and have to, the pain will hopefully dull with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4OlQto3GXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8yu0i2VvnyI/s1600-h/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153144105189448050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4OlQto3GXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8yu0i2VvnyI/s320/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope that good things come for all of us in 2008!!&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/9160805483364729656-3717541006820472131?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3717541006820472131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=3717541006820472131&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3717541006820472131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3717541006820472131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-eve-2007.html' title='New Years Eve 2007'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4OlPNo3GTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/CczCwULILAY/s72-c/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-1161939738494191909</id><published>2008-01-07T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T08:36:34.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to us!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4JGfto3GKI/AAAAAAAAANM/FwQAlFKke7g/s1600-h/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152758434306136226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4JGfto3GKI/AAAAAAAAANM/FwQAlFKke7g/s320/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Ben (I mean Santa) with Blake and Caden. We went caroling to houses on Christmas eve with Santa. It was fun to see all the kids faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4JGgNo3GLI/AAAAAAAAANU/HM_WzYPV2bI/s1600-h/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152758442896070834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4JGgNo3GLI/AAAAAAAAANU/HM_WzYPV2bI/s320/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sista crew, they are so beautiful, I love them so much!!! We have been through the wringer together, but together we will make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4JGgdo3GMI/AAAAAAAAANc/PjQIyO4t7rw/s1600-h/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152758447191038146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4JGgdo3GMI/AAAAAAAAANc/PjQIyO4t7rw/s320/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brynlee's first Christmas, we enjoyed having her with us it made our Christmas a little brighter. We had our sweet angel baby with us. The Boys absolutely adore her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4JGg9o3GNI/AAAAAAAAANk/B6kNtODf8-s/s1600-h/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152758455780972754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4JGg9o3GNI/AAAAAAAAANk/B6kNtODf8-s/s320/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My precious Blake is helping Brynlee open her present. She thought the wrapping paper was a great addition to her breakfast, yum yum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4JGhNo3GOI/AAAAAAAAANs/L_thJrzz1go/s1600-h/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152758460075940066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4JGhNo3GOI/AAAAAAAAANs/L_thJrzz1go/s320/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is Santa, he had a busy night ahead of him he soon left after this picture was taken to dash off to the roof top to mount his sleigh and deliver all those wonderful presents to all the good boys and girls. Mrs Santa was also up late getting ready for the special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-1161939738494191909?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1161939738494191909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=1161939738494191909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1161939738494191909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1161939738494191909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/merry-christmas-to-us.html' title='Merry Christmas to us!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R4JGfto3GKI/AAAAAAAAANM/FwQAlFKke7g/s72-c/Black+Ti+and+new+years+b+day+2007+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-2001155490062073558</id><published>2007-11-20T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:40:22.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN FUN FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R0Mds8syt-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/nEENVXpJFlE/s1600-h/las+vegas,+blake%27s+b-day+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134980658177947618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R0Mds8syt-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/nEENVXpJFlE/s320/las+vegas,+blake%27s+b-day+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went on yet another trip, to play and have fun. I think I'm definately avoiding all of my feelings and trying to play my pain away. It seems to be working for the mean time. So we went to Las Vegas and went to see Seinfeld. It was HILLARIOUSSS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R0Mdtssyt_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/rl-MEvTmphs/s1600-h/las+vegas,+blake%27s+b-day+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134980671062849522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R0Mdtssyt_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/rl-MEvTmphs/s320/las+vegas,+blake%27s+b-day+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben's sexy face, Leigh-Anne and Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R0MduMsyuAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mNcHXe-HqSQ/s1600-h/las+vegas,+blake%27s+b-day+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134980679652784130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R0MduMsyuAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mNcHXe-HqSQ/s320/las+vegas,+blake%27s+b-day+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My big man, I've lost a few pounds so thank goodness he can pick me up. whoow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R0MdussyuBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/URdSslXilR4/s1600-h/las+vegas,+blake%27s+b-day+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134980688242718738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R0MdussyuBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/URdSslXilR4/s320/las+vegas,+blake%27s+b-day+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben is being a tiger, raarr, and I'm like "Ohh please don't eat me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R0MdwMsyuCI/AAAAAAAAANE/j3VPcLrkp7k/s1600-h/las+vegas,+blake%27s+b-day+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134980714012522530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R0MdwMsyuCI/AAAAAAAAANE/j3VPcLrkp7k/s320/las+vegas,+blake%27s+b-day+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a wonderful time. I was glad to get away and escape if only for one weekend. I guess i'll stay home for a little while now. Face some of the thoughts and hard feelings that go along with grieving for a loved one. I think escaping from time to time is healthy.&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/9160805483364729656-2001155490062073558?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2001155490062073558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=2001155490062073558&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2001155490062073558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2001155490062073558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/fun-fun-fun.html' title='FUN FUN FUN'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/R0Mds8syt-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/nEENVXpJFlE/s72-c/las+vegas,+blake%27s+b-day+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-6833930122551781133</id><published>2007-11-13T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:25:56.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all a bad dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rznznwq8EhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/L5OHZg6jz0c/s1600-h/snake+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132401114770838034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rznznwq8EhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/L5OHZg6jz0c/s320/snake+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rznzogq8EiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/br63WJLGLuo/s1600-h/snake+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132401127655739938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rznzogq8EiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/br63WJLGLuo/s320/snake+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RznzpAq8EjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/DZDDMJS8iWM/s1600-h/snake+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132401136245674546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RznzpAq8EjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/DZDDMJS8iWM/s320/snake+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Monday morning as I went into my kids room, I looked over my shoulder as I usually do to make sure the snakes, that Ben thinks need to be in the boys rooms are still there. I have always feared the idea of them escaping into the house. How horrible that would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I glanced over my shoulder and did a double take, the snake that is normally hanging on this big log in the cage isn't there. So I stepped back and took of the top of the cage, I moved stuff around examining every little corner, I even took my finger and ran it threw all the sand at the bottom thinking to myself "This is not possible it has to be under something, anything." Fear was starting to surface now. I could feel my face getting hot and I yelled for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caden,&lt;/span&gt; in the hope that, I don't know somehow my 6 year old can make all of this right! I start looking around my room in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;horror&lt;/span&gt; thinking "O my gosh its out, its in my precious home my sanctuary is being inhabited by a cold blooded snake." A jungle carpet python to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call Ben he is on his way to work, I told him to get home immediately, he kept saying its not a big deal Jenny calm down. I was not calm, my mind went to " well I can go stay in my grandma's basement &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; this thing is caught." Its not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; really afraid that a snake is going to hurt me. Its that I have a Baby and all I can think about is that this snake is cold blooded and it wants to be with things that are warm. What is more warm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;snugly&lt;/span&gt; than a baby. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went all day not able to locate the snake. I cleaned rooms out. Looked in every corner and every time I saw a black belt or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; dark, I felt all scared and shaky. So night came and my anxiety was through the roof. I was worried to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brynlee&lt;/span&gt; in her room. So I went into my room to fall asleep or at least try to and (just so you know Ben is already snoring away not the least bit concerned about the monster loose in our home.) It was then that I heard this big crash!! I jumped out of bed wondering, what on earth could that be. Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; in my mind the snake had grown and i was thinking it was in the kids room terrorising them. (I have a good imagination) I couldn't find anything so I went to lay down again, and crash there was the same sound again. My heart started to race and I hit Ben and said "get up there is something in this house making noises. " So we went out on the prowl, Ben in his I don't care voice said " Here is the snake you have been looking for" So there it was not as big as I had remembered hanging out in the shower on the ledge. He was sticking his tongue out at me I think trying to irritate me. Well so it was over the drama of wondering where the beast could have been. I slept well that night thank goodness. Never again will that happen, I put like 10 books on top of its cage. Ha try to get out now you filthy animal. Ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-6833930122551781133?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6833930122551781133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=6833930122551781133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6833930122551781133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6833930122551781133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-monday-morning-as-i-went-into-my.html' title='Its all a bad dream'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rznznwq8EhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/L5OHZg6jz0c/s72-c/snake+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-8974210789566148313</id><published>2007-11-10T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:56:38.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzYLmgq8EeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/c5SmmRuGQBM/s1600-h/Picture+Group+1+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzYLmgq8EeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/c5SmmRuGQBM/s320/Picture+Group+1+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131301581668225506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzYLnQq8EfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/D3P9AbJQKkw/s1600-h/Picture+Group+1+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzYLnQq8EfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/D3P9AbJQKkw/s320/Picture+Group+1+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131301594553127410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzYLqAq8EgI/AAAAAAAAAME/GKz5yAC5Tk8/s1600-h/Picture+Group+1+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzYLqAq8EgI/AAAAAAAAAME/GKz5yAC5Tk8/s320/Picture+Group+1+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131301641797767682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzYKGQq8EbI/AAAAAAAAALc/IOcw6YiPOMM/s1600-h/Picture+Group+1+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzYKGQq8EbI/AAAAAAAAALc/IOcw6YiPOMM/s320/Picture+Group+1+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131299928105816498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well its been a year since my brother Elder Casey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Humphreys&lt;/span&gt; has been out on his mission. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of stuff has changed since he has been gone. Its so strange how so much stuff can happen in one year. I love my brother so much. He and I have always been very close its been hard to not have him around at this time in our lives. He is serving so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diligently&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know many men who would be able to stay out on there mission in the midst of there mom dieing. He is the strongest person I know and I am excited that he has brought many people into the gospel. Way to go Casey, I love you.&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/9160805483364729656-8974210789566148313?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8974210789566148313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=8974210789566148313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8974210789566148313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8974210789566148313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-its-been-year-since-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzYLmgq8EeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/c5SmmRuGQBM/s72-c/Picture+Group+1+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-4990127728728887345</id><published>2007-11-07T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:42:18.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzKS3Qq8EZI/AAAAAAAAALM/sj85kUD5Os8/s1600-h/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130324403593941394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzKS3Qq8EZI/AAAAAAAAALM/sj85kUD5Os8/s320/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our new family we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;currently&lt;/span&gt; recruiting so let me know if you would like to join. The more the merrier. We like warm fun loving people, that are willing to bear there souls. Secrets are not allowed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzKH3Aq8ETI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hGHfDCYLZHI/s1600-h/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130312304671068466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzKH3Aq8ETI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hGHfDCYLZHI/s320/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Liegh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Anne and I at my Dad's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzKH3gq8EUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OYnE9o_na5A/s1600-h/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130312313261003074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzKH3gq8EUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OYnE9o_na5A/s320/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzKH3wq8EVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UyeTlK95qQ4/s1600-h/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130312317555970386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzKH3wq8EVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UyeTlK95qQ4/s320/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brynlee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sharing a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzKH4Qq8EWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/IqT7DxMVS6c/s1600-h/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130312326145904994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzKH4Qq8EWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/IqT7DxMVS6c/s320/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Car time is so fun, we sang, laughed and cried boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzKH4gq8EXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yUt2QI6ifaM/s1600-h/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130312330440872306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzKH4gq8EXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yUt2QI6ifaM/s320/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Britta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all went to St.George over last weekend for a girls weekend. It was so much fun. These days of feeling sad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the time it sure feels nice to blow off the cares of the world and throw caution to the wind. So we said "see you later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alligators&lt;/span&gt; to our families" We left on Friday we went shopping, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by the pool got a tan, we had a big slumber party out in the living room. Going to St. George is always really hard with my mom not being there anymore. I look around and see her everywhere. When we where there with friends laughing and having a good time it filled the house with happiness. It felt really great. I encourage you all to have a big long girls weekend soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-4990127728728887345?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4990127728728887345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=4990127728728887345&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/4990127728728887345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/4990127728728887345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/girls-weekend.html' title='Girls Weekend'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzKS3Qq8EZI/AAAAAAAAALM/sj85kUD5Os8/s72-c/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-2718195560397599486</id><published>2007-11-06T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T08:58:44.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzBphwGzFFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZIUV9Y5wy70/s1600-h/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129716004145009746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzBphwGzFFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZIUV9Y5wy70/s320/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- We are playing BigBudda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzBpAAGzFAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/W75oCdvuiNI/s1600-h/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129715424324424706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzBpAAGzFAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/W75oCdvuiNI/s320/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Ben and I, he was the best Big Budda, for ovious reasons-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzBpAQGzFBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/A6QepozsKWc/s1600-h/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129715428619392018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzBpAQGzFBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/A6QepozsKWc/s320/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raggity Ann and Indian Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzBpAwGzFCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZSIeO7WmLSk/s1600-h/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129715437209326626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzBpAwGzFCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZSIeO7WmLSk/s320/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tara being a Greek Godess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzBpBQGzFDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-DD87hKa3qI/s1600-h/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129715445799261234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzBpBQGzFDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-DD87hKa3qI/s320/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin Adam and Tara Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzBpBwGzFEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/l-zqAu9Ujbg/s1600-h/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had an Adult Halloween Party at my house, it was so great, we played lots of games and laughed and just acted silly. We played this one game where we had to smash a balloon between your partner and you, when it popped you had to find this little paper that was inside and do what ever it said to do! Me and my cousin michelle popped a balloon together and it said kiss your favorite person so we smacked a big one on each other it was funny. Awww good times.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-2718195560397599486?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2718195560397599486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=2718195560397599486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2718195560397599486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2718195560397599486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-are-playing-bigbudda-ben-and-i-he.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RzBphwGzFFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZIUV9Y5wy70/s72-c/soccer,+fall,+Bryn,+rings,+etc+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-4641273537470235365</id><published>2007-10-23T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:47:16.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DREAM</title><content type='html'>There is a song I listen to often that makes me cry with excitment. I am so excited for my return to see my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. For all my questions to finally be answered. I have so many questions. I want to know why my mom had to be taken at this particular time. I want to know if our prayers are heard by everyone in heaven, like a big microphone. The ones we love up there hear them, and my mom here's and says "there's my Jen praying to our Father, good job Jenny." How often are the ones we love with us comforting us. I want to make it back, and have my Heavenly Father proud of me and say to me " You indured well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard loosing a loved one on earth it hurts so bad. I constantly ache to see her and want to be with her. So I see her face at the front of the crowd of people awaiting my arrival in heaven. I always wonder what it was like for my mom when she went back home to so many people that missed her so much. To all my children and all there children that haven't even begun this test on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the words to a song I listen to often, while I listen I think of heaven and when I get to be born into the spirit world once again and how that must feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often dreamed of a far off place. Where a great warm welcome will be waiting for me. Where the crowds will cheer when they see my face, and a voice keeps saying this is where i'm ment to be. I will find my way. I can go the distance, i'll be there some day if I can be strong. I know every mile will be worth my while. I don't care how far somehow i'll be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-4641273537470235365?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4641273537470235365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=4641273537470235365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/4641273537470235365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/4641273537470235365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-dream.html' title='MY DREAM'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-3274387994549140400</id><published>2007-10-05T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:00:56.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AM I SUPPORTIVE OR JUST STUPID</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwZtpiS6R8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ce3YA24JHT8/s1600-h/me+and+boys+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117898586901333954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwZtpiS6R8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ce3YA24JHT8/s320/me+and+boys+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwZtqCS6R9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/iJ5vp9Ilv1U/s1600-h/me+and+boys+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117898595491268562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwZtqCS6R9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/iJ5vp9Ilv1U/s320/me+and+boys+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwZtqyS6R-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/raCyHaghBJc/s1600-h/me+and+boys+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117898608376170466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwZtqyS6R-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/raCyHaghBJc/s320/me+and+boys+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwZsOyS6R6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/iWAFI-aBPW4/s1600-h/me+and+boys+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117897027828205474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwZsOyS6R6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/iWAFI-aBPW4/s320/me+and+boys+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwZsPSS6R7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/HYcSiv8uH5k/s1600-h/me+and+boys+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117897036418140082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwZsPSS6R7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/HYcSiv8uH5k/s320/me+and+boys+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my disapproving look!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In trying to support my husband I have found myself having to deal with many things I would rather not have to deal with. He loves animals its a bit of a hobby really, So 3 years ago came the obsession with dogs, watching dog shows and looking on line to find the perfect breed of dog. I didn't really want a huge mastiff (one of the biggest breeds that exist, so we have a horse in the back yard) .... Then that obsession died out and the reptile mania began. One year ago Ben went to a reptile expo and got our first snake! I was furious at the time, then it became a fun bonding time for the boys and Ben. They would go get a mouse together and watch it eat and yell and scream about how awesome it was. Then a few weeks ago another reptile expo came along, Ben was more excited then Christmas morning. It was ridiculous. So I said get one snake and that is all. He kept saying we will see, so with a disapproving look they were off. When they came home they had two snakes, (I was not surprised) So now I sit around and wonder am I supportive of just plain stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-3274387994549140400?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3274387994549140400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=3274387994549140400&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3274387994549140400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3274387994549140400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/10/am-i-supportive-or-just-stupid.html' title='AM I SUPPORTIVE OR JUST STUPID'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwZtpiS6R8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ce3YA24JHT8/s72-c/me+and+boys+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-5222550885923555813</id><published>2007-10-03T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T07:12:25.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BATH TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwOh_CS6RxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Y5NjgohnrLk/s1600-h/me+and+boys+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117111705943033618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwOh_CS6RxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Y5NjgohnrLk/s320/me+and+boys+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves her bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwOh_iS6RyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/itwpExSCQec/s1600-h/me+and+boys+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117111714532968226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwOh_iS6RyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/itwpExSCQec/s320/me+and+boys+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet little baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwOh_yS6RzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/k_vDvJcUou8/s1600-h/me+and+boys+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117111718827935538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwOh_yS6RzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/k_vDvJcUou8/s320/me+and+boys+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love naked babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwOiASS6R0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aJNozV-pQWE/s1600-h/me+and+boys+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117111727417870146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwOiASS6R0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aJNozV-pQWE/s320/me+and+boys+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is 2 1/2 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-5222550885923555813?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5222550885923555813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=5222550885923555813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5222550885923555813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5222550885923555813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/10/bath-time.html' title='BATH TIME'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RwOh_CS6RxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Y5NjgohnrLk/s72-c/me+and+boys+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-8318694343881939619</id><published>2007-09-17T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:47:53.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The many faces of my Brynlee Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Ru88xC7o2hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/i_RSaaTwBQM/s1600-h/me+and+boys+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111370915387070994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Ru88xC7o2hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/i_RSaaTwBQM/s200/me+and+boys+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Ru88xS7o2iI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1lrvXplUA6M/s1600-h/me+and+boys+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111370919682038306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Ru88xS7o2iI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1lrvXplUA6M/s200/me+and+boys+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first pose is her " Just a minute I'll push it out, you better be ready" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second pose is "Oh mommy your so funny" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third pose is, is this my lunch time Boobie or my dinner Boobie. (That is what we call it in my home&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there is a much more politically&lt;br /&gt;correct way to say that. oh well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Ru88yi7o2jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MnGCc6ZbJ80/s1600-h/me+and+boys+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111370941156874802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Ru88yi7o2jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MnGCc6ZbJ80/s200/me+and+boys+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-8318694343881939619?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8318694343881939619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=8318694343881939619&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8318694343881939619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8318694343881939619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/many-faces-of-my-brynlee-baby.html' title='The many faces of my Brynlee Baby!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Ru88xC7o2hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/i_RSaaTwBQM/s72-c/me+and+boys+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-2337428090911779136</id><published>2007-09-11T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:37:03.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RudeWC7o2SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4EydZ2CxIPU/s1600-h/me+and+boys+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109156035112261922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RudeWC7o2SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4EydZ2CxIPU/s320/me+and+boys+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rudazi7o2RI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Uo2SIpZAb7U/s1600-h/me+and+boys+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RudadC7o2QI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tTift8lq5oI/s1600-h/me+and+boys+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RucpB2hqxoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4HGU1PiFDjg/s1600-h/Disneyland+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109097414068455042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RucpB2hqxoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4HGU1PiFDjg/s320/Disneyland+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rucml2hqxnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SPlx3z778Es/s1600-h/Disneyland+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy to report that my baby is now 11 weeks old and she is doing wonderfully. She sleeps tell 6:15 every morning then goes right back to bed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; like 8:00. She smiles at me and just has the most precious expressions. Ooh I could suck her face off, that is how cute she is to me. My blues don't come because of my precious baby. They come because I can't seem to get off these last few pound of baby weight. I gained an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obscene&lt;/span&gt; amount of weight while pregnant with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brynlee&lt;/span&gt;, (lets just say I wasn't in the 100's anymore) pretty terrible really. But I have a motto and it is... "there is no other time in my life that being fat is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I eat whatever I want when I'm pregnant cause I am hungry." So my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; now is, loosing the rest of my weight, I already lost like 45 pounds since she was born and that is good but I need to loose more. So if you have any advice on how to get past my bodies natural happy place please let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-This is a before picture not even to my highest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt;, This is a now picture, my boobs are so big they account for at least 5 pounds each. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-2337428090911779136?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2337428090911779136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=2337428090911779136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2337428090911779136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2337428090911779136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/baby-blues.html' title='Baby Blues'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RudeWC7o2SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4EydZ2CxIPU/s72-c/me+and+boys+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-828068809530617167</id><published>2007-09-10T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T16:33:59.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Poll at the bottom!</title><content type='html'>Help me figure out my dilema. We are planning a trip with lots of family and friends. We are kinda incharge and i'm trying to figure out how is the best way to feed everyone. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-828068809530617167?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/828068809530617167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=828068809530617167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/828068809530617167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/828068809530617167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/check-out-my-poll-at-bottom.html' title='Check out my Poll at the bottom!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-1947007785309695022</id><published>2007-09-10T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:16:47.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at the Cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RuWdEWhqxiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YAurldRs7-w/s1600-h/camus+camping+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108662050413528610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RuWdEWhqxiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YAurldRs7-w/s320/camus+camping+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RuWdFGhqxjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MPqjK03wRjo/s1600-h/camus+camping+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108662063298430514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RuWdFGhqxjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MPqjK03wRjo/s320/camus+camping+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RuWdFWhqxkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gZyfGg8NSZM/s1600-h/camus+camping+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108662067593397826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RuWdFWhqxkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gZyfGg8NSZM/s320/camus+camping+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RuWdF2hqxlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-eY8QaqKUXI/s1600-h/camus+camping+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108662076183332434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RuWdF2hqxlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-eY8QaqKUXI/s320/camus+camping+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went up to Kamas this last weekend. I was dreading it because this was the first time taking Brynlee out on a trip. I was worried she wouldn't sleep as well in a different place. So we decided to go for a night. It was so fun, the cabin we stayed at was really nice. The boys had a blast and we were all having fun family time. Brynlee slept better than she does at home some nights, so that made me really happy. We stayed up there with Ben's parents, they have 4 wheelers so we did a little 4 wheeling it was such a good time. They had a swimming pool and playground close to the cabin, the kids had a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-1947007785309695022?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1947007785309695022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=1947007785309695022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1947007785309695022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1947007785309695022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/weekend-at-cabin.html' title='Weekend at the Cabin'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RuWdEWhqxiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YAurldRs7-w/s72-c/camus+camping+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-1839160226131357532</id><published>2007-08-30T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T08:54:22.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma and Brynlee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtbnPGhqxdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Krhzqw_1D3g/s1600-h/Family+Misc+Pics+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104521474306917842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtbnPGhqxdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Krhzqw_1D3g/s320/Family+Misc+Pics+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtbnPWhqxeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6xOONmLIVEs/s1600-h/Family+Misc+Pics+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104521478601885154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtbnPWhqxeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6xOONmLIVEs/s320/Family+Misc+Pics+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtbnP2hqxfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/evUyZOof874/s1600-h/Family+Misc+Pics+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104521487191819762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtbnP2hqxfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/evUyZOof874/s320/Family+Misc+Pics+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtbnQGhqxgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jW4clLF1u50/s1600-h/Family+Misc+Pics+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104521491486787074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtbnQGhqxgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jW4clLF1u50/s320/Family+Misc+Pics+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtbnQmhqxhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tEcO4_C_UuE/s1600-h/Family+Misc+Pics+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104521500076721682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtbnQmhqxhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tEcO4_C_UuE/s320/Family+Misc+Pics+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Brynlee's first bath. Its always been a tradition to have my mom and my grandma there for the first bath. So My grandma came to my house and helped me give her a bath. These pictures are precious because my grandma is 81, and as I have come to find out your loved ones don't stay here forever. For now my grandma is the closest thing to a mom I have on this earth. I love her dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-1839160226131357532?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1839160226131357532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=1839160226131357532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1839160226131357532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/1839160226131357532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-brynlees-first-bath.html' title='Grandma and Brynlee'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtbnPGhqxdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Krhzqw_1D3g/s72-c/Family+Misc+Pics+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-8793641533080233300</id><published>2007-08-25T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:51:06.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumping into the dreaded EX</title><content type='html'>Well today we were going to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bourne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ultimatium&lt;/span&gt;. We where waiting for our food and I was loving on Ben, sitting on his lap and running my fingers through his hair. Ya know all that mushy stuff you only manage to do when your on a date. When out of the corner of my eye I see a girl that I recognize from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bens&lt;/span&gt; old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; dance pictures. It was the Ex. She wrote Ben all through his mission and he wanted to marry her when he got home. She wrote him 2 letters a week for his whole mission. I've read letters from her to him, they where pretty intense. They even had a place at the bottom of each letter where they drew a box, in the box they would kiss it and pretend they where kissing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. Gag me. Well I think we all hope when we see the dreaded Ex of our husbands that we will look smoking hot and she will be not so glorious. Well my dream came true tonight........ I looked as good as you can look after having a baby 7 weeks ago. She on the other hand well I don't want to be rude but she was a little bit bigger than Ben remembered. When Ben got home from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mish&lt;/span&gt; she broke it off and told him she was in love with a truck driver. Ben was heartbroken but soon found -this hot mama- and its all history from there. I think after tonight Ben should be thanking his lucky stars that he has such a smoking hot wife. (comparably):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-8793641533080233300?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8793641533080233300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=8793641533080233300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8793641533080233300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/8793641533080233300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/08/bumping-into-dreaded-ex.html' title='Bumping into the dreaded EX'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-5416144823345691556</id><published>2007-08-25T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:08:52.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtBMqWhqxbI/AAAAAAAAADs/R0m3L3BxGNQ/s1600-h/brynlee%27s+blessing+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102662668295783858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtBMqWhqxbI/AAAAAAAAADs/R0m3L3BxGNQ/s320/brynlee%27s+blessing+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtBMrGhqxcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eKEQGWDbfcA/s1600-h/brynlee%27s+blessing+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102662681180685762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtBMrGhqxcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eKEQGWDbfcA/s320/brynlee%27s+blessing+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loss is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; thing, those who have never experienced it are scared of it. They wonder how they would ever get through something like that? People come up to me and say " oh my gosh, I don't know what I would do if my mom passed away." I think to my self, "no one asked me if I wanted to do this, but sometimes you don't have a choice." Then there are people that have lost close loved ones. There is a look that I share with these people, all I have to do is look at them and they know how I feel. Just a look, its interesting how much you can tell just by looking into people's eyes. I have these good friends in my ward (among so many others that help me on a daily bases.)they lost there Dad a few weeks before I lost my Mom. We have formed a close bond. There is something so comforting when you know that people have such a good idea of the burdens you hold up. Because I hide them from most people, they don't understand and sadly most forget of the inner torture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; under on a daily bases. I don't expect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; to understand these feelings, even my husband, as much as he tries doesn't understand, he has never lost someone so dear to him. So I guess I'm thankful for people my Heavenly Father put in my path to help me feel not so alone. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LeighAnn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Britta&lt;/span&gt;, Their dad Darren &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pratt&lt;/span&gt; passed away in February 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-5416144823345691556?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5416144823345691556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=5416144823345691556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5416144823345691556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/5416144823345691556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/08/seeking-comfort.html' title='Seeking Comfort'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtBMqWhqxbI/AAAAAAAAADs/R0m3L3BxGNQ/s72-c/brynlee%27s+blessing+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-6873044651412984609</id><published>2007-08-23T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:24:02.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard work being the center of attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs4komhqxXI/AAAAAAAAADM/hlbeNH1nFR0/s1600-h/brynlee%27s+blessing+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102055707812480370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs4komhqxXI/AAAAAAAAADM/hlbeNH1nFR0/s320/brynlee%27s+blessing+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs4kWGhqxWI/AAAAAAAAADE/x7O9nTzSNKM/s1600-h/brynlee%27s+blessing+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102055389984900450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="254" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs4kWGhqxWI/AAAAAAAAADE/x7O9nTzSNKM/s320/brynlee%27s+blessing+008.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs4jt2hqxVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/caord6bNACE/s1600-h/brynlee%27s+blessing+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102054698495165778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs4jt2hqxVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/caord6bNACE/s320/brynlee%27s+blessing+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs22lWhqxSI/AAAAAAAAACk/WpAibGxt12Y/s1600-h/brynlee%27s+blessing+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101934705698850082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs22lWhqxSI/AAAAAAAAACk/WpAibGxt12Y/s320/brynlee%27s+blessing+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs22j2hqxQI/AAAAAAAAACU/Y8EXusBR6SQ/s1600-h/brynlee%27s+blessing+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs22kmhqxRI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZxL5xv9TVHA/s1600-h/brynlee%27s+blessing+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs22l2hqxTI/AAAAAAAAACs/c2cW_K_AWXU/s1600-h/brynlee%27s+blessing+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101934714288784690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs22l2hqxTI/AAAAAAAAACs/c2cW_K_AWXU/s320/brynlee%27s+blessing+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs22mmhqxUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hM9JaLvz5UQ/s1600-h/brynlee%27s+blessing+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We blessed our baby Brynlee on August 19, 2007. She did wonderfully and stayed still through the whole blessing, she didn't make a peep. Ben did excellent, he told me that he felt the spirit so strong. He felt a lot of very strong feelings while giving the blessing (he even cried while giving the blessing.) I was so proud of both of them. Some special things that the blessing said where " that she would be a peacemaker." also " She would be a force for righteousness and good." That she is blessed to have the light of Christ and it will shine in times of Darkness." Those are just a few things among many others that make us feel that this little angel is a wonderful gift to our family. On a personal note, with the absence of my mom, Brynlee continues to bring me much peace and always makes me feel that she knows how sad I am and I know she looks at me at times and makes me feel that it is all right. Children are a blessing and a joy straight from heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-6873044651412984609?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6873044651412984609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=6873044651412984609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6873044651412984609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6873044651412984609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-blessed-our-baby-brynlee-on-august.html' title='It&apos;s hard work being the center of attention'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/Rs4komhqxXI/AAAAAAAAADM/hlbeNH1nFR0/s72-c/brynlee%27s+blessing+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-2347246456402418420</id><published>2007-08-06T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T13:30:30.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOUSE HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RreEuy4hmYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bvdpISXGSY0/s1600-h/brynlee+and+mouse+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095687442860710274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RreEuy4hmYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bvdpISXGSY0/s320/brynlee+and+mouse+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RreEvi4hmZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fv0vh6GDt4g/s1600-h/brynlee+and+mouse+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095687455745612178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RreEvi4hmZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fv0vh6GDt4g/s320/brynlee+and+mouse+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week ago Ben and the boys went to get a mouse for the snake. To my detriment the mouse escaped out of the box into my car. This little fuzzy creature has been parading around in my car eating all the food on the floor, (unfortunately there is plenty to feast upon.) I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;distrot&lt;/span&gt; at the idea that a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stupied&lt;/span&gt; stinky mouse was living in my car that a couple of days ago I was crying telling Ben that I was so mad at him, and to get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put a mouse trap in there, I think that the little thing snapped it open and took the food, there was never any sign of him. Ben left the door open all night to see if it would jump out. I was hoping that this worked????? But I have the greatest sniffer, I can smell everything I new i kept getting a stinky mousy smell sometimes when I would be driving. I thought maybe it had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blake&lt;/span&gt; to swim lessons, I was in the parking lot talking to my sister when I looked down and that little stinky gray mouse was on the floor looking at me (I think I heard him say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; you can't catch me) it could have been my imagination but i don't know. So there I was in the parking lot I new where it was so I got Blake out had him go on one side of the car and me on the other I opened all the doors. Blake would say"mommy i see it over here" I would run to the other side to catch it but it would run away to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; side so I would run around the car again. this went on for 15 minutes it was terribly hot and I was going to strangle this thing with my bear hands. Well finally Blake saw it again and I ran around to the front door and it was trying to climb up under the dashboard. I saw my opportunity the tail was stinking out just enough to grab so I took a deep breath and lunged forward, before it could run away and to my triumph I got him. I put him in a bag and came home and thought this little mouse is not going to just be let go into the wild to feel that it had won me O no, I thought this mouse has got to die for what it has put me through this week. So I went home and fed it to the snake. I think it was an appropriate death for the little monster don't you!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-2347246456402418420?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2347246456402418420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=2347246456402418420&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2347246456402418420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2347246456402418420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/08/mouse-hunt.html' title='THE MOUSE HUNT'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RreEuy4hmYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bvdpISXGSY0/s72-c/brynlee+and+mouse+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-4022216629234502081</id><published>2007-08-01T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:38:12.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My prince charming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RrFPdi4hmUI/AAAAAAAAABU/sb4e8z8QQ_U/s1600-h/IndiaRestBDay.Phat+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RrFPdy4hmVI/AAAAAAAAABc/iUruZVblDDE/s1600-h/Picture+Group+1+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093940026826398034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RrFPdy4hmVI/AAAAAAAAABc/iUruZVblDDE/s320/Picture+Group+1+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RrFPei4hmWI/AAAAAAAAABk/m_fw_Dcq9NU/s1600-h/Pictures.StGeorge+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093940039711299938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RrFPei4hmWI/AAAAAAAAABk/m_fw_Dcq9NU/s320/Pictures.StGeorge+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RrFPfC4hmXI/AAAAAAAAABs/s6ndNDYyPNY/s1600-h/Family+Misc+Pics+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093940048301234546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RrFPfC4hmXI/AAAAAAAAABs/s6ndNDYyPNY/s320/Family+Misc+Pics+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is my husband he is great guy he's funny and charming. He is wonderful with our kids.  I love this about him. He turns into a little boy when they play together, they have all these fun games they made up and play together on the trampoline. Its so fun. He works at Merrill Lynch and he does some other stuff on the side.  He is definately a self made man. He is 6 feet tall dark and handsome. He is a little bigger than he was when i married him, this is pure muscle (hands off ladies he is mine!) all 225 pounds of him. Hunk of burning love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a thing for animals, he is constantly wanting to add to his animal collection this drives me crazy. He has a dog, a snake (he says its Caden's) and soon is going to have a fish tank downstairs with as many fish in it as he can cram. He is always talking about adding to his reptile collection, he wants more snakes and always tells me that they are for the kids, that all the kids need there own snake including Brynlee our 4 week old. He is just a big kid at heart i guess. We will see who gets there way with the animals if i had it my way we would have a pet gold fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-4022216629234502081?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4022216629234502081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=4022216629234502081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/4022216629234502081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/4022216629234502081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-prince-charming_01.html' title='My prince charming'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RrFPdy4hmVI/AAAAAAAAABc/iUruZVblDDE/s72-c/Picture+Group+1+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-2873555794417874692</id><published>2007-07-26T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T08:15:54.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm One Lucky Girl To Have A Beautiful Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtBGZWhqxYI/AAAAAAAAADU/gRLosT0HccQ/s1600-h/Pictures.StGeorge+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102655779168241026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtBGZWhqxYI/AAAAAAAAADU/gRLosT0HccQ/s320/Pictures.StGeorge+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtBGZmhqxZI/AAAAAAAAADc/acwbxPz8z_w/s1600-h/Pictures.StGeorge+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102655783463208338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtBGZmhqxZI/AAAAAAAAADc/acwbxPz8z_w/s320/Pictures.StGeorge+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtBGZ2hqxaI/AAAAAAAAADk/pXDrbnVywHc/s1600-h/Pictures.StGeorge+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102655787758175650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtBGZ2hqxaI/AAAAAAAAADk/pXDrbnVywHc/s320/Pictures.StGeorge+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqljOS4hmQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fogpNZhYmcw/s1600-h/Picture+Group+1+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091709950957295874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqljOS4hmQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fogpNZhYmcw/s320/Picture+Group+1+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqljOy4hmRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hUrtWNZQYXw/s1600-h/Picture+Group+1+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091709959547230482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqljOy4hmRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hUrtWNZQYXw/s320/Picture+Group+1+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqljPC4hmSI/AAAAAAAAABE/MwHXPVWbwhw/s1600-h/Picture+Group+1+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqljPS4hmTI/AAAAAAAAABM/vhMmtclajRE/s1600-h/Pictures.StGeorge+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going along in this "Thing called Life" when my world was turned upside down. I always worried about what hard thing would happen to me what sort of trails I would have to overcome. I never thought for a moment it would be losing my Best Friend in the whole world. About a year and a half ago my sweet mom was re-diagnosed with Breast Cancer (The first time she was diagnosed was in 1998 and it was small and we took care of it agressivly and felt very confident about her chances after that) She found a lump on her neck and was very worried. When she went in it was stage 4 Breast Cancer and she was given 3 years to live. She did chemo and alot of natural things but Heavenly Father had a different plan for my Mom. She was called home to be with her Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ on March 12 2007. I was there when she sweetly left this life and passed through the veil into the spirit world. I know where she is and this is a great comfort to me. I miss her more than words can say. Somtimes I wake up and I think this is a huge nightmare and I want it to go back to the way it used to be. I grow stronger daily in spirit and strength. I try to keep and eternal perspective I know she is my mother for eternity, no one can take away my eternal family. I feel her often and have many experiences to let me know that she is with me often. I love you mom for ever and ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-2873555794417874692?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2873555794417874692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=2873555794417874692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2873555794417874692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/2873555794417874692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-one-lucky-girl-to-have-beautiful-mom.html' title='I&apos;m One Lucky Girl To Have A Beautiful Mom'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RtBGZWhqxYI/AAAAAAAAADU/gRLosT0HccQ/s72-c/Pictures.StGeorge+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-3416548025224540009</id><published>2007-07-26T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T13:32:48.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Just Want To Have Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqlZtC4hmLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Aa-HBGgpZ1A/s1600-h/Family+Misc+Pics+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091699484121995442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqlZtC4hmLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Aa-HBGgpZ1A/s320/Family+Misc+Pics+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqlZtS4hmMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0By9lxCfSd4/s1600-h/Family+Misc+Pics+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091699488416962754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqlZtS4hmMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0By9lxCfSd4/s320/Family+Misc+Pics+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqlZty4hmNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oHVUYd9-bvw/s1600-h/Family+Misc+Pics+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091699497006897362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqlZty4hmNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oHVUYd9-bvw/s320/Family+Misc+Pics+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqlZuC4hmOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/v6EvR4SnvtE/s1600-h/Family+Misc+Pics+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091699501301864674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqlZuC4hmOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/v6EvR4SnvtE/s320/Family+Misc+Pics+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqlZuS4hmPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FG-I-A8PEmI/s1600-h/Family+Misc+Pics+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091699505596831986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqlZuS4hmPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FG-I-A8PEmI/s320/Family+Misc+Pics+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a new baby girl, she was born on July 5, 2007. (My husband really wanted us to hold out tell 7-7-07, no way man, you try having a 8lb 13oz baby in you) Anyway girls are so fun it feels good to have another female in the house. With my husband and two boys I was starting to feel that I was the minority. She is beautiful and I love her so much already you just can't help it the minute they are born into this world they are yours and forever in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-3416548025224540009?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3416548025224540009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=3416548025224540009&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3416548025224540009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/3416548025224540009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/07/girls-just-want-to-have-fun.html' title='Girls Just Want To Have Fun'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jStzRf28hI/RqlZtC4hmLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Aa-HBGgpZ1A/s72-c/Family+Misc+Pics+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160805483364729656.post-6800195481776386358</id><published>2007-07-25T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T18:07:30.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend made me start a blog</title><content type='html'>Hi my name is Jenny but my close friends call me hot lips, maybe if your lucky you'll get that same privilege. I'm a mom of two cute boys (3 if you count my husband) and one brand new baby girl. And as for me, well I'm just here trying to manage THIS THING CALLED LIFE. (get it, that's your title. You can erase this, if you can't figure it out call me and I'll tell you how. Nate idea for you title was "THE NOBLE ONE'S")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160805483364729656-6800195481776386358?l=benandjennyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6800195481776386358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9160805483364729656&amp;postID=6800195481776386358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6800195481776386358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160805483364729656/posts/default/6800195481776386358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandjennyfam.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-friend-made-me-start-blog.html' title='My friend made me start a blog'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468988022543149131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
